"Excuse me, but I've never heard of Potter Manor. Why didn't anyone tell me?" Harry asked.
"They didn't tell you because they didn't know about it." Emily paused for a moment as if trying to remember something, "You see Harry, we Matchmakers have a much higher power than normal witches or wizards-"
"You mean you're part of the ministry?"
She let out a laugh, "The Ministry, now they couldn't Voldemort if he was standing in front of them trying to put himself in Azkaban. They see everything the way they want to see it. Matchmakers though look past the illusions people put up, because not everything is as it seems," She picked up a flower and blew on it's petals, which were actually butterflies that flew away leaving the stem, "Everything uses and illusion to protect itself or live off another. So if we told the Ministry, wait, wait we would never even consider them. Okay if we told Dumbledore about Potter Manor and tell him to tell you about it, we know that he would keep it a secret until he thought you were ready to see it. Which in fact would probably be the one time."
"So why did you not tell me until now. I think I have the right to know."
"You do have the right to know Harry, that is why I told you. But you were not ready to see it before."
"Not ready! Now it's you that sounds like Dumbledore."
"I know Harry, but think of it, if you saw this house before when you were angry and hurt and stressed because of Voldemort would you go back to Hogwarts to your friends." She paused and sighed, "This is a house of happiness, and only good memories are within it. Are you ready to go inside?"
"Did my parents live here?"
"Yes they did until they had to go into hiding at Godric's Hollow. Many generations of your family lived in this house."
"So are you saying it's mine now?" Harry asked turning away from the house to look at Emily.
She handed a key chain with a bunch of keys, "It's all yours. Do with it what you wish."
"I have to go tell Ron and Hermione, wait I mean can I?"
"It's your house Harry, burn it to the ground if you wish. It's your freedom." She said smiling.
He ran over and gave her a hug before a wall of water surrounded him before he was gone.
As he landed he felt the wall of water seep back into the ground. He looked around to if anyone saw anything before running into the castle in search of his friends.
Here is another chapter. By the way whenever I describe a wall of water or something like that surrounding Harry, it is just a different kind of apparating. Thank you for all the reviews, and I'l probally go into more detail of the tattoo in future chapters.