When Harry arrived at the cottage, his eyes were still red and puffy, breathing slightly ragged. It hurt, losing the person that you thought might be able to connect with you and understand what you were going through. Sure, he had Freya, but she wasn't alive, she had never been a siren either.
The next Wednesday, Harry wore his Lordship robes and a black ribbon around his wrist, it was a sign of mourning in the wizarding world. Besides that, there was no sign that he had lost someone.
Taking the portkey, he traveled to Starcaster Manor.
Just before noon, bells chimed through the manor, signifying the arrival of the Flamels. This was the first time Harry had never seen them. Nicolas was fairly tall and had grey hair. His robes were a dark orange. Perenelle stood to about Nicolas' chin, her hair, was in a bun with some curls framing her face. Her robes matched her husband's.
"Greetings Lord and Lady of the Ancient House of Flamel. It is truly an honor to meet both of you."
"Well met, Lord of the Most Noble House of Potter. Please, call us Nicolas and Perenelle."
"Then, call me Harry. Now, I will show you to the gardens where we will have lunch."
In the middle of the garden was a circular glass table. Upon it lay, a tray of tea, some cucumber sandwiches, and a salad with grilled chicken. In the center of the table lay the Sorcerer's Stone in a glass case.
"If you'd prefer to have it in your possession, you can take it. I just thought that you may feel more comfortable having it in your sight. Now, what is it you wished to talk about?"
"Quite simply, Harry, we wished to know who was taking care of you. We don't wish to impose, but an eleven-year-old shouldn't have to live by themselves. You see, for many generations, our family has been quite close to yours. We know that with your fame, and coming from such an old family, you may need some...guidance dealing with it." Perenelle admitted, Nicolas agreed with a nod of his head and a kind smile towards Harry.
"It may seem that I may be out of my depths with that kind of thing, but I do have people helping me. However, I certainly wouldn't mind being able to write to both of you for guidance or just to talk, one old family to another."
"We would be delighted, Harry. Now, would you mind telling us how you came into possession of this stone and how the rest of your year went, the media has been quite quiet about you recently."
For the next hour, Harry talked about his first year at Hogwarts, his sorting, the troll, his first potions class. He left out anything about his Siren side or the Founder's room. But he answered questions that the Flamels had. 'What was his favorite class?' Potions. And 'Who his friends were,' Arte, the Twins, Neville, and Draco.
As the clock in the foyer rang two o'clock, the Flamels began to leave, with Harry promising to write throughout the year.
A while later, the bells rang once more, startling Harry from his book. Robert was here.
He greeted Robert with a strong handshake, leading him to the library. Hillard timidly asked for a secrecy pact, which is similar to an Unbreakable Vow but not as extreme. Simply keeps others from sharing secrets.
"Well, there is no time like the present. Harry, I know that you're a creature. And I know because I'm one too."
"Thanks for sharing that. My instincts told me there was something about you and now, I can put my worries aside
"I believe that we need to stick together. Before you came to Hogwarts, I was the only creature, as far as I know."
"You are correct. There is strength in numbers. I am the last Siren in existence. Would you mind telling me what kind of creature you are? If I am correct it is aquatic?"
Robert's eyes grew at learning that Harry was a Siren. In the creature world, they had a high social status. "Oh, uh, I'm a Selkie." Harry seemed surprised at this.
"I do not wish to be rude but, may I ask about your relationship with Ms. White?"
Robert turns red at the mention of his girlfriend. "Don't worry, it is completely consensual. She returned my coat to me and we had a long discussion about our relationship boundaries."
Soon enough, it was time for Robert to return home. Harry was left alone. He left out a sigh and thought, 'Man, being with people is tiring.' He returned to the cottage and went to bed.