September 5th, 1991

Hello Draco,

Harry and I apologise for not writing sooner. We also apologise for our horrid handwriting. I assume that Gringotts was quick to send your parents a notice about where we currently live now. With that, we can now write freely.

Before we get into getting to know each other, Harry and I are wondering if you and your parents will help us with learning wizarding culture and society. While the books will help, there will be rules and customs not written but still practiced.

Anyways, how are you? Me and my brother hope you and your parents are doing well. I hope you write back soon.

Sincerely, Primrose Potter

Primrose worries her lip as she attaches the letter to her owl's leg. "The Malfoy Manor, please Æthel."

Æthel nods her head before taking off from Primrose's large bedroom of the Potter Manor. She sighs heavily and gets up from her desk.

This was absolutely insane. Here she was, sitting in her own bedroom, probably bigger than her aunt and uncle's house, in a giant manor. This was–Primrose honestly could not believe this, at all.

When she and Harry first came here, she would have been deep in shock and awe if she wasn't puking up her guts from the portkey. After they gained enough of their bearings, two magical creatures–house elves–had appeared out of nowhere. They were almost incomprehensible with their sobbing. The twins could barely get a word in before the house elves teleported them inside.

"Fomney," Primrose calls out softly, walking over to her large bed to sit next to the reading Harry. A small crack sounds through the air before a small house elf pops into the room. She wore a rich red dress made from old curtains with a gold curtain rope around her waist as a belt.

"Young Mistress Primmy needed me?" Fomney says with a bright smile and teary eyes.

"What happened to our parents?" The fiery redhead asks curiously. Fomney seems to hold back tears as she sniffs.

"Master Jamesy bes a great master and bes very kinds. His Lady, Mistress Lily bes very kind and very pretty. The evil Dumbly-door had Master and Mistress under his thumb and Master and Mistress bes angry and upset. They couldn't do much. Theys be wanting to stay here durings the war, but Dumbly-door still bes controlling them. Dumbly-door bes powerful and dangerous. Fomney's be searching for Young Mistress Primmy, Young Master Harry, and Mister Siri after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had killed Master Jamesy and Mistress Lily, but Fomney could not find you because Dumbly-door bes powerful with magic. Fomney is terribly sorry!" The house elf cries out, crying again.

Primrose frowns slightly and drops to the floor. "Fomney, you don't have to apologise. We don't blame you. Please don't cry."

"B-but Young Mistress Primmy, Fomney–Fomney failed to protect Master Jamesy's and Mistress Lily's children. Fomney bes terribly sorry!" The house elf cries out. Primrose sighs and awkwardly pulls Fomney into a hug.

"We don't blame you, or the other house elves Fomney. We know it wasn't your fault. The only person we can blame is whoever Dumbledore is," The fiery redhead says quietly.

"Fomney, can you tell us what our parents were like?" Harry asks, changing the subject. Fomney sniffles loudly and nods her head, eyes still watery.

"Fomney bes honored to."

September 6th, 1991

Primrose messes with her crazy hair, wincing slightly at her sore scalp. Fomney really did a number trying to control the untamable mass of curly red hair. The house elf gave up after an hour and left there hair a curly mess.

"You's both be presentable enough to sees Lady Malfoy and Lord Malfoy," Fomney says with a small frown. She snaps her fingers and the fireplace lights up.

"Thank you, Fomney," Harry says with a small, nervous smile. He grabs a handful of the floo powder Fomney quickly told them how to use and throws it in the fire.

The flames quickly turn green and Harry hesitantly walks in. "M-Malfoy Manor!"

Primrose watches in awe as her twin brother disappears. She smiles brightly and grabs her own handful of floo powder.

"Malfoy Manor!" Primrose immediately regrets going through the floo. Her stomach twists and turns, almost as bad as being portkeyed, and stumbles out of the fireplace–trying desperately not to throw up. She falls to the ground and squeezes her eyes shut.

"Don't throw up, don't throw up, don't throw up," The fiery redhead repeats the mantra mentally, taking in deep breaths.

"–you alright?" Narcissa's worried voice breaks Primrose's concentration. The 11 year old shakily nods her head.

"Just–just a bit sick. We're not used to–to that kind of transportation." Primrose slowly releases the hand covering her mouth. She takes in deep breaths and curbs the urge to throw up her light breakfast.

"You alright Harry?"

"Y-yeah... I think."

Primrose slowly stands up with Narcissa's help when Draco bursts into the room. "Primrose, Harry!"

"H-hello Draco... It's good to see you," Primrose says weakly, swallowing down her dizziness before helping Harry up.

"Mr. and Ms. Potter, it is good to see you well. You wanted to talk with us?" Lucius says formally, making the twins blush. They almost threw up in front of the man–the lord.

"O-oh–um–well we took the Inheritance Test, Narcissa and–well..." The young girl trails off nervously before opening her satchel. She takes out her and Harry's Inheritance Tests and hands them to Lucius.

"W-well... we're–we sorted out our heirships with Mister Arraff," Primrose continues awkwardly, "and–and we have finance stuff we want–we need help with... If–if you're–you are willing."

Lucius seems to choke on air from shock. Narcissa glances over his shoulder, cool mask back on–only to break in shock. Well. This is definitely surprising.

"Evans–Lady Potter was–was a Gaunt?" Narcissa asks herself in complete shock. "Illegally known as? Illegally taken?"

"That damn old bastard!" Lucius snarls angrily, making Primrose flinch away. She hides behind Harry, eyes wide with fear.

"What's wrong?" Draco asks worriedly.

Narcissa pales when she reads Sirius's name. "He wasn't–Siri wasn't given a trial? By Circe, what has that man done to you two?"

Primrose stares up–still absolutely terrified–in confusion at the horror on the usually composed woman's face. What's wrong? What's happening?

"Lucius, owl Severus and floo Healer Greengrass immediately. Primrose, Harrison, follow me. Will you be alright to go through a check-up, with a healer?" Narcissa orders softly. Lucius immediately goes to work while the twins stare at the blonde woman with narrowed gazes.

"Why?" They ask, more than a little suspicious and more than a little vulnerable.

"You both already looked sickly when we first met. It worried me greatly, but with this information–we must make sure Dumbledore hasn't permanently harmed you in any way," Narcissa explains patiently. The twins stare at each other.

"She's been nice too us."

"But we don't know her."

"...I don't think she'll take no for an answer."

"Prim," Harry hisses before his twin sister nods at the blonde woman.

"Okay. It–it won't hurt, will it?" The fiery red haired girl asks nervously, paling slightly.

Narcissa smiles warmly and gently grabs her hand. "It shouldn't, but I'll be here if anything happens."

Primrose and Harry grab each other's hands before following Draco's mother. Draco follows after them with a worried frown.

Primrose plays wizarding chess with Draco as she and Harry waited for the healer and whoever Severus is. Harry watched Draco beat his twin the fourth time in a row and politely claps.

"Primrose, straighten up your posture," Narcissa cuts through the silence, "and cross your ankles. As a female Scion, you must appear demure. When you attend Hogwarts, every Pureblood will be judging you."

"Demure?" The fiery red haired girl repeats while glancing at the blonde woman.

Narcissa furrows her eyebrows with a small frown. "It means reserved, modest, and shy. It will benefit you well to appear demure at this young of an age. Because of Dumbledore, no one knows what has happened to you and Harrison. No one knows how much you were kept in the dark."

"Harrison, straighten up your posture as well. Appear disinterested and calm. Appear confident in your position as a male Scion. At Hogwarts, my Dragon will continue to teach you," She adds in a stern tone, making Harry quickly straighten his back.

"Will the books you bought us help too? Fomney wasn't happy when she found out we didn't even know how to–to properly talk with people..." Primrose trails off with a small blush.

"They will go over the basics, but there are many things you need someone to teach you. Especially as the Scions of Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Peverell." Narcissa nods in affirmation.

Primrose and Harry stare at each other. "Could we–would it be... rude if asked to not say we are Scion Slytherin and Scion Gryffindor? Until we're older at least?"

"It is a huge honor to be the Scions of Slytherin and Gryffindor. There hasn't been a direct descendant able to claim these lordships since the founders of Hogwarts. Why would you want to keep this information to yourself?" Draco asks with a furrowed brow. Primrose frowns slightly and runs a hand through her hair.

"We're too young and–and Dumbledore still has us in his control. We aren't ready for..."

"My Dragon, you will understand when you meet Dumbledore. Please do not mention their heirships. Only call them Lord Scion Potter and Lady Scion Potter, until they are ready." Draco blushes at the slight scold and nods his head. "Now, please don't be don't be upset with Severus's... attitude towards you two. He... does not let go of the past, one of his faults."

The twins glance at each other at the information. Did he know their parents?

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