"I'll never get used to that." This made his father laugh.
"Trust me you will."
"Hmph.Maybe."
"Would you like the tour of the manor or would you like to go straight to your room? Do you want something to eat?"
"Can we have lunch and then can you give me the tour?"
"Sounds good to me." Harry followed his father to the kitchen.
"Here's the kitchen. Whenever your hungry just come it here. But make sure not to spoil your meals," he smiled.
"Alright." They sat down to have a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches. They sat in silence until Harry broke it. "Are you going to keep your hair like that?"
"Why don't you like it?" He sounded serious.
"Yeah it's great. You look less mean with it like that. The student's will probably like you a lot more too."
"Yeah maybe. People might find my complete attitude change quite strange though, don't you think?"
"I don't know. When you're like this you kind of remind me of someone but I can't think of who it is. Maybe I'll figure it out later."
"Maybe," he looked as though he knew who Harry was talking about but didn't want to say anything. "So are you ready for that tour now?"
"Sure, sounds good to me."
"Ok, let's get a move on it. First stop, the back yard." Harry looked out and saw an endless amount of space. He saw what appeared to be a quidditch pitch. He also saw tow swimming pools. One was Olympic size and the other was normal. He also saw a Jacuzzi and a barbeque.
"Wow," was all Harry could say.
"Yeah, it's probably the best place here. Shall we move on?"
"Alright where are we going now?"
"The library," he said matter of factly.
"Library? You have your own library?"
"Of course doesn't everyone?"
"Not really," they walked into the library which was easily as big as the schools.
"If you look closely over there are all muggle books, here are where the quidditch books are, here is where my potions books are and over there are all the other books in alphabetical order by topic. Your mother was quite fond of the room. She would spend hours a day just sitting in here reading." He looked happy and sad at the same time. "Shall we move on?" Harry nodded.
"In here is where I make all my potions. And in here," he walked over to a large cupboard. "Is where I keep every potion you could think to make and more. Some I even made up myself." Harry Was surprised at how many different potions there was. They walked out of there and into a room with navy furniture and a small wooden coffee table. "This is the sitting room."
"In here is my office," Harry looked in. There was nothing interesting in there. "Now I'll show you your room."
They stopped at a door. Harry walked in. "wow," inside was a full sized bed with blue and grey bedding, a desk, a dresser and a wardrobe. It was really big and really nice. He looked in the wardrobe and saw a bunch of brand new clothes.
"I thought you would need those. You can do whatever you want with this room, it's yours."
"Thank you."
"Well through that door there is your bathroom. I must be off. If you need anything I'll be in my office. Just make yourself comfortable." He left. Harry decided to take a shower and a nap before dinner. He decided it wouldn't be too bad there. Harry was awoken by a tapping noise on his window. It was Hedwig back with Ron's response.
Harry,
I was only joking. How could that greasy git be your father? Did you tell Hermione? So are you at his home already? So is he acting the way he usually does? If he is I feel really sorry for you. Fred and George said for me to tell you thanks but they won't tell me what it's about. Their room has been exploding all summer. Does it have anything to do with that? Are you doing anything on your birthday? Write back soon.
Ron
Harry took out a clean piece of parchment and a quill and started his response to Ron's letter.
Ron,
He's acting a lot differently. He's actually acting human. He cut his hair. It actually looks good. He looks less mean with it like that. His house is really nice. I don't think I should tell you about Fred and George. It's quite complicated. I'm not sure what I'm doing on my birthday. Probably the usual. One thing I know is that after that day you won't recognize me. I'm supposedly under a glamourie and it should be off by my birthday. I'm kind of scared to find out what I'm going to look like. I don't think I'm going to see you till the start of term so see you then.
Harry
Harry went to the dining room to have dinner with his father. There were still many questions he wanted to ask his father.
"So what do you think of it here so far?"
"It's nice. It's a lot better then the Dursley's," his father smiled.
"I was wondering if there was anything specific you want to do on your birthday?"
"Not really. I'd rather it be a quiet day. If you don't mind?"
"Sounds good to me, but I wanted to know if I could be there with you when the charms wear off if that's ok with you."
"Alright, I was wondering if we could spend some time together because I don't really know much about you."
"How about after dinner we go into the sitting room and talk."
"Sounds good to me." The rest of dinner was mostly in silence with Harry thinking about what he wanted to ask his father. They went into the sitting room and sat across from each other. "So."
"Yep."
"So you know when my birthday is. When's yours?"
"October 25th, what's your favorite color?"
"Blue, yours?"
"Honestly? I really enjoy the color yellow."
"I would have never guessed you as being someone to like yellow."
"No one would. A lot of people don't know the real me. No one would have guessed that I was friends with the marauders either."
"I thought you hated Sirius."
"Nah, it was a grudge I should have gotten over a long time ago."
"So why were you so mean in class?"
"Well it was actually a mixture of an act for the slytherins and my own depression from one of my relations not allowing me to tell you because it wasn't safe."
"Who was the relative?"
"That's not important. It's getting late maybe you should go to bed." He was acting as though he was hiding something.
"Alright, good night."
"Good night."
"Trust me you will."
"Hmph.Maybe."
"Would you like the tour of the manor or would you like to go straight to your room? Do you want something to eat?"
"Can we have lunch and then can you give me the tour?"
"Sounds good to me." Harry followed his father to the kitchen.
"Here's the kitchen. Whenever your hungry just come it here. But make sure not to spoil your meals," he smiled.
"Alright." They sat down to have a lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches. They sat in silence until Harry broke it. "Are you going to keep your hair like that?"
"Why don't you like it?" He sounded serious.
"Yeah it's great. You look less mean with it like that. The student's will probably like you a lot more too."
"Yeah maybe. People might find my complete attitude change quite strange though, don't you think?"
"I don't know. When you're like this you kind of remind me of someone but I can't think of who it is. Maybe I'll figure it out later."
"Maybe," he looked as though he knew who Harry was talking about but didn't want to say anything. "So are you ready for that tour now?"
"Sure, sounds good to me."
"Ok, let's get a move on it. First stop, the back yard." Harry looked out and saw an endless amount of space. He saw what appeared to be a quidditch pitch. He also saw tow swimming pools. One was Olympic size and the other was normal. He also saw a Jacuzzi and a barbeque.
"Wow," was all Harry could say.
"Yeah, it's probably the best place here. Shall we move on?"
"Alright where are we going now?"
"The library," he said matter of factly.
"Library? You have your own library?"
"Of course doesn't everyone?"
"Not really," they walked into the library which was easily as big as the schools.
"If you look closely over there are all muggle books, here are where the quidditch books are, here is where my potions books are and over there are all the other books in alphabetical order by topic. Your mother was quite fond of the room. She would spend hours a day just sitting in here reading." He looked happy and sad at the same time. "Shall we move on?" Harry nodded.
"In here is where I make all my potions. And in here," he walked over to a large cupboard. "Is where I keep every potion you could think to make and more. Some I even made up myself." Harry Was surprised at how many different potions there was. They walked out of there and into a room with navy furniture and a small wooden coffee table. "This is the sitting room."
"In here is my office," Harry looked in. There was nothing interesting in there. "Now I'll show you your room."
They stopped at a door. Harry walked in. "wow," inside was a full sized bed with blue and grey bedding, a desk, a dresser and a wardrobe. It was really big and really nice. He looked in the wardrobe and saw a bunch of brand new clothes.
"I thought you would need those. You can do whatever you want with this room, it's yours."
"Thank you."
"Well through that door there is your bathroom. I must be off. If you need anything I'll be in my office. Just make yourself comfortable." He left. Harry decided to take a shower and a nap before dinner. He decided it wouldn't be too bad there. Harry was awoken by a tapping noise on his window. It was Hedwig back with Ron's response.
Harry,
I was only joking. How could that greasy git be your father? Did you tell Hermione? So are you at his home already? So is he acting the way he usually does? If he is I feel really sorry for you. Fred and George said for me to tell you thanks but they won't tell me what it's about. Their room has been exploding all summer. Does it have anything to do with that? Are you doing anything on your birthday? Write back soon.
Ron
Harry took out a clean piece of parchment and a quill and started his response to Ron's letter.
Ron,
He's acting a lot differently. He's actually acting human. He cut his hair. It actually looks good. He looks less mean with it like that. His house is really nice. I don't think I should tell you about Fred and George. It's quite complicated. I'm not sure what I'm doing on my birthday. Probably the usual. One thing I know is that after that day you won't recognize me. I'm supposedly under a glamourie and it should be off by my birthday. I'm kind of scared to find out what I'm going to look like. I don't think I'm going to see you till the start of term so see you then.
Harry
Harry went to the dining room to have dinner with his father. There were still many questions he wanted to ask his father.
"So what do you think of it here so far?"
"It's nice. It's a lot better then the Dursley's," his father smiled.
"I was wondering if there was anything specific you want to do on your birthday?"
"Not really. I'd rather it be a quiet day. If you don't mind?"
"Sounds good to me, but I wanted to know if I could be there with you when the charms wear off if that's ok with you."
"Alright, I was wondering if we could spend some time together because I don't really know much about you."
"How about after dinner we go into the sitting room and talk."
"Sounds good to me." The rest of dinner was mostly in silence with Harry thinking about what he wanted to ask his father. They went into the sitting room and sat across from each other. "So."
"Yep."
"So you know when my birthday is. When's yours?"
"October 25th, what's your favorite color?"
"Blue, yours?"
"Honestly? I really enjoy the color yellow."
"I would have never guessed you as being someone to like yellow."
"No one would. A lot of people don't know the real me. No one would have guessed that I was friends with the marauders either."
"I thought you hated Sirius."
"Nah, it was a grudge I should have gotten over a long time ago."
"So why were you so mean in class?"
"Well it was actually a mixture of an act for the slytherins and my own depression from one of my relations not allowing me to tell you because it wasn't safe."
"Who was the relative?"
"That's not important. It's getting late maybe you should go to bed." He was acting as though he was hiding something.
"Alright, good night."
"Good night."