Chapter 3

Harry grabbed his bag and before Remus or Sirius could say anything he ran into the manor. He didn't get very far as a house elf in a apron with the Potter crest popped in front of him. He sniffled, just wanting to hide in his room; he didn't want to see his godfather at that moment. He was still very hurt, and seeing Sirius would be like ripping a band aid off a just healed scab. He swallowed back of lump of tears as he turned to address the house elf.

"Little Master has returned! Jilly knowed he was alive, she could feel it, and now we can serve you," An excited house elf, who he realized her name was Jilly spoke.

Harry sighed as he looked at her before shaking his head, he didn't want to deal with this, not right now at least. But he also wasn't going to be rude to her; she hadn't done a thing to him. And dealing with Dobby had made him aware of just how sensitive the creatures were.

"Hi Jilly, it's nice to meet you," Harry replied softly. He tried to pretend that he didn't see the house elf giving him a once over and then a frown disgracing her face.

"Little master is tired, Jilly will show you to your room. And then after you rest Jilly will talk too little master," she said gently as led him up the stairs.

Harry didn't say anything; he didn't acknowledge that Sirius and Remus was in the car, nor that they probably needed some help. He didn't want to deal with any of them. He allowed the little house elf lead him through the manor, him wondering which room was his. He got his answer however as he found himself standing in front of a closed door.

"This is yous room, Jilly will see that our other guest have a room as well," she told him. "If you need anything just snap your fingers and I or another house elf will come," she promised before she disappeared on the spot.

Harry opened the door and looked around the room in awe. It was definitely a magical child's bedroom as the wall paper was Quidditch players flying around and his comforter was a snitch that was never in the same place for long. He had his mouth opened wide as he looked around, feeling a bit nostalgic and sad. If his parents had still be alive, this is what he would have grown up in. Not trying to dwell on it, he took a running leap and jumped on his bed, with a happy sigh and a giggle. He felt so at home, it was unbelievable. He didn't notice as he inspected his room, the two still pictures of his parents on the dresser, wasn't what they seemed.

He stayed in there for a long time, getting unpacked as his luggage suddenly appeared in the middle of his floor. It wasn't much, only his trunk from school, he had managed to keep quiet on his lack of clothes from his Godfather and Remus. But he just knew that, that luck was definitely going to run out. He tried to prolong the packing as much as he couldn't, but it took no more then an hour as he didn't have a lot of clothes. With a sigh, Harry made his way out of the room, intent on exploring his new home.