Anything you recognise in this I don't own. If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be a lot richer than I am!

As Professor Dumbledore, Madame Bones, Mark and Ollivander were meeting to discuss what should be done with Harry Potter, the said boy-who-lived was being taken on a tour of the house by John. They started off in the entrance hall Harry that they had entered when they first walked in the house. The entrance hall was tastefully decorated with neutral colours with the symbol of the House of Ollivader, a simple raised wand, on a dark red rug the main noticeable feature.

To the right of the door as you walked in was a long corridor which led to the to the transport room, which John explained the function of to Harry. On the left as you walked in led to a corridor from which led four rooms. John explained to Harry that this part of the house was referred to as the public part. Any guests that may be visiting who weren't close friends of the family would be entertained in these rooms.

The first door led to a sparse bathroom. John explained, when Harry noted there was only a toilet and a sink, that this arraignment was not uncommon. After all, while people who were visiting for a few hours may need to use the toilet, they would hardly need to bathe, so what was the point of having a bath or shower? The second door led to a study. This study was used by the Head and Heir of the House to hold private meetings with political allies. It held two large bookshelves crammed with books, most on political history and law. In the centre of the room stood an ornate desk with two equally ornate chairs on each side of the desk. On the desk was a stack of paper, which John indicated was the minutes from the last Wizengamot meeting with a quill and an inkwell.

The third door led to a reception room. This was where guests would generally be entertained. There was the largest fireplace Harry had ever seen on one end of the wall, a radio on a mahogany table next to it. A large drinks cabinet took up most of the space on one wall, while the other was taken up by huge windows and an ornate set of doors that opened up to the back garden. While in the family living room upstairs the chairs centred around the fire, in this room the chairs were spread out across the room in various places. It was set up in such a way that it would not be difficult for the whole room to have a discussion, but if there were plenty of guests (Harry estimated there was easily enough room for twenty people) conversations could take place in relative privacy.

The final door was a large dining room, which had views across both the back garden and across the side of the house. Most of the room was taken up by a massive cherry wood table which sat ten people along each side as well as someone at both ends of the table. Old looking china plates adorned the table while the utensils were all made from solid silver, which John informed him was around four hundred years old.

While the bottom storey had an elegance about the place the second storey was a lot more homely. John explained to him the staircase was warded so only those with Ollivander blood, someone who was keyed into the wards (Ollivander would do this to Harry at some point but hadn't had chance yet) or someone touching a member of the Ollivander family would be able to get past the top step on the staircase. The layout was similar to the bottom floor, but there more rooms, made up by the rooms being smaller. Above the transport room stood the kitchen, which the three family houselves were currently in. Dippy was in charge of serving the family and any guests as well as cleaning the bottom and middle floor. Floppy (who had the largest ears Harry had ever seen) was in charge of the kitchen and top floor while Trippy (according to John when he was young he had a habit of tripping on thin air) was in charge of the garden.

The space where the downstairs toilet was stood a larger bathroom, with a deep and long bath and the taps made out of silver. Where the reception room was, stood the family dining room. This room was smaller, courtesy of a dividing wall allowing for a bigger bathroom and for the next room to be bigger. The table was not as grand as the downstairs one, nor were the utensils and could seat eight.

The next room was the largest on this floor, it being the family library and it was this room which John took the most time explaining.

"The books on your left are free to take. An anti-theft charm is put on them however. If you take them outside the house without asking my grandad or uncle an alarm will sound and the book will animate and hit you over the head. As you can tell some of them are quite heavy."

"I would never steal them!" Harry replied with some heat at the implication.

"Sorry," John quickly replied backtracking, "I didn't mean to imply that you would. I told you because the charm can't distinguish between theft and you accidentally forgetting to ask."

"Sorry." Harry said somewhat sheepish at his outburst.

"No problem, I can see why you would be offended. The bookshelf at the end has age restricted books. The reason they're restricted is because of the advanced magic found in some of them. My grandad has been kind enough to put the age needed to access each of them on the spine of the book. If you touch a book you're too young for you'll get a slight bit of pain. Nothing major, just enough to shock you. If you actually take the book out, it's the same as if you take one of the other books out without permission."

"Why have both? Why not just have the alarm?"

"It's in case we try to take one by accident. That way we get a warning before we actually do wrong. I know if I try to take one to the point where the alarm goes off I'm grounded and have two weeks pocket money taken off me."

Harry nodded along at this, wondering what would happen if he tried to take one. Not that he had any intention of trying. Mr Ollivander might send him back to the Dursleys if he did. John led him to the right side of the room.

"These are the only books you can't access. They are the family books, including the family grimoire. They are only accessible by those with Ollivander blood who has the permission of the Head or Heir of house. If you try to take one an alarm will sound and the wards will lock the house down. If it's the grimoire you try and take every book in the house will animated and will attack."

"Why such security?"

"Each family has a collection of books it won't let others see, often focusing on one subject. For example ours is wand making, though there are some other subject matters in there. All noble families, and some of the un-noble families have their own grimoire. It is a book in which only the Head or Heir of a house may write and contains many pieces of magic secret to the family. Some are very old, for example ours was first wrote in in 956 when one of my ancestors decided it would be a good idea to start one. The Potter grimoire on the other hand is rumoured to have first started in 407 when the last of the Romans left Britain and the old families regained rule."

"Wow that's really old. I can't wait to see mine, even if I won't be able to read it."

"You will be able to. The magic of each grimoire is such that it automatically translates into the Head of House's natural language."

"That's cool."

"No, that's magic" laughed John as they left the library.

The last room on this floor was the family living room they had been earlier so they skipped this room and went upstairs.

"To the right of us there's my granddads bedroom, my uncles bedroom for when he stays here, which is normally only over Christmas, and my dad's bedroom." They then moved to the left of the staircases where another three rooms stood. John motioned to the first room, telling Harry it was his room and invited him in.

The inside of the room had plenty of room, but wasn't overly large. A queen sized bed stood with its headboard against the back wall. A bookcase was filled to the brim with various books, some on magic and others fiction of various target ages. Harry saw a book that looked particular well-read titled 'Greatest Duellers of History and their Strategies'. A nice looking desk was placed next to the book shelf which had fresh parchment, ink and a grand looking quill placed on it. On the final wall stood a large wardrobe along with a chest of drawers.

The walls themselves were covered in posters, some of people whom John informed were famous duellists. John informed an old one of someone called Filius Flitwick was one of his favourites and he now taught charms at Hogwarts. John also pointed at a much newer poster of a man called Roger Marshall, who he said was his favourite active dueller and was up and coming, having only left Hogwarts three years previously.

The other posters were each groups of seven people either holding or flying on brooms. John informed him of quidditch and quickly explained the basic rules. Apparently the team in white robes with red flashes on were the England quidditch team (who were apparently useless, especially the seeker, though the keeper was good) and the ones in navy-blue robes with two crossed golden bulrushes on were Puddlemere United.

The next room along would be Harry's room. It was decorated in much the same way as Johns, but without the homely touches. There were no posters on the wall, though his little collection of books were stacked on the bookshelf and his clothes were neatly folded and put away. John told him that if Harry enjoyed his time here this room would be his whenever he stayed over and his grandad might be willing to redecorate a little if he wanted, though Harry insisted it was fine the way it was.

All in all the tour had taken about an hour. John had offered to show Harry the garden but after it was explained it wasn't very large and the main attraction was three trees that Ollivander often used for wand wood it was decided it wouldn't be worth it.

They were on their way to the kitchen to get a drink when they saw a sever looking woman and a very old man in some magenta robes being showed out the door.

"I wonder what Madame Bones and Professor Dumbledore were doing here?"

"That was Professor Dumbledore? Who's the other woman?"

"Yes that was Professor Dumbledore, he always wears the most hideous of robes. The woman was Madame Bones. Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Regent of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones."

"Any ideas on what they were doing here?"

"Nope. No idea. Professor Dumbledore and grandad are old friends so I normally see him a couple of times in the summer. No idea why Madame Bones would be here though." That was a lie. John thought it might have something to with Harry and the way he had been brought up, but he wasn't going to mention that yet. No need to embarrass or upset Harry.

He was just coming out of his musings when he saw his dad and grandad coming back in after seeing the guests off.

"A John and Harry. Finished with tour?"

"Yes sir, you have a fantastic house."

"No problem Harry. Is your room to your satisfaction?"

"It's great sir."

"I'm pleased. If there's anything you wish to change please let me know." Ollivander turned to John. "Your Uncle Tiberius, Aunt Victoria and the couisins will be joining us for dinner. It will be the slightly earlier time of 5 due to your dad having to go to work. Tiberius and I have house business to discuss, so you will be expected to entertain your aunt and cousins."

"Yes grandad."

"Good. It's now half past two. Your uncle will be arriving at half past four. Seems Harry is here and needs to learn these things anyway I've floo called him and told him we will be having a formal occasion. Harry you will be exempt from the proceedings this time as you have not learned them. Rather you will just watch. Is all this understood?"

Both boys nodded the affirmitve.

"Good. I expect you both to be washed, into formal clothes and down here waiting to greet our guests by twenty five past four. Dippy is resizing some of Johns old robes for you Harry. They will suffice until we get your own tomorrow. Off you go."

Both boys immediately headed back upstairs and went into Johns room so he could explain what was going on.

"Basically it's all going to be fancy pish posh stuff. Nothing will be expected of you on this occasion due to your lack of knowledge in these areas. Just be courteous and polite like you have been to my grandad and you'll be fine. Now I'm going for a quick bath to clean myself. Dippy will measure you up while I'm there then you can have your wash and we'll get changed."

o-0-o

So it was at half past four Ollivander, Mark, John and Harry stood in the entrance hall ready to greet their guests, who would be arriving by portkey. John explained that his uncle had a ring denoting him as Heir of the house that allowed him to portkey himself and guests straight into the house. Apparently Ollivander hadn't been able to do that for Harry as he was not keyed into the wards, he would bounce off anyway.

Harry was dressed old clothes of John's. Black trousers with a white shirt were worn underneath a black robe with fancy embroidery around dark green trims. John was dressed in similar robes, except his trim was a dark blue, and he had the crest of House Ollivander over his left breast. He had explained as a member of the family he was entitled to wear this crest. And seems he was a blood member of the family, the crest was worn over the left breast as opposed to his right.

Though this was a formal dinner Mark had to leave for work in a matter of hours. As such he was excused from wearing formal robes. Instead, he wore the scarlet robes of an auror. Mark had explained that though aurors didn't have a day to day uniform they wore scarlet robes when on raids or other highly visible tasks. Underneath the robes of but over his shirt he wore a battered piece of what looked like leather. Apparently this was dragon hide, specifically from a Welsh Green and was standard issue for aurors. Apparently this type of armour only offered basic protection, but this in itself was expensive and the DMLE budget wouldn't stretch to each auror having armour from stronger dragons.

Ollivanders robes were a dark blue offset with a golden trim. His shoes, just visible beneath his black trousers and his robes were highly polished and reflected the room around them. He worse the crest of House Ollivander on his left breast like John, but his crest was outlined in gold denoting his status as Head of House.

There was a sudden gust of wind and suddenly four people were stood In front of them in the entrance hall.

"Tiberius, it's good to see you." Ollivander greeted the oldest man of the group. He was of average height and his brown hair was starting to grey a little though his blue green eyes were sharp and held a hidden intelligence. Overall he looked to be around forty and wore light blue robes with a silver trim. The Ollivander crest on his let breast was outlined in silver to donate his status as Heir of House.

Victoria, in contrast to her husband, had light blonde and blue eyes. She wore a peach dress with flowers embroided on underneath her light blue robes. The Ollivander crest was over her right breast denoting the fact that she had married into the family. On her left breast was a small crest of a golden fox. Harry had been informed earlier that this symbolised she was a member of a house lower down in the nobility of house Ollivander. If they were of the same stature, it would have been the same size of crest.

A younger man and younger woman were then introduced as Helena and Marcus. They were clearly twins. Both twenty years old both had the same shade of brown for their hair and the same colour blue for their eyes. Marcus wore the same style robes as his father, without the silver trim around his crest while Helena wore similar robes to her mother, though her blue was slightly darker and her dress was light green. Harry was slightly dismayed to find he thought she was very pretty and struggled to stop the blush rising from his cheeks.

"Father it is good to see you. You of course know my wife, Victoria and my children Marcus and Helena." He said this after a slight bow and a handshake. Victoria and Helena curtseyed slightly before Ollivander kissed their cheeks and Marcus bowed deeper than his father before shaking Ollivanders hand.

"Of course. You know Mark Williamson. I'm sorry he is not dressed in the way you might expect but he has to leave for work not long after our meal. You also know John Williamson. The young boy next to him is Harry James Potter, Scion of Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

Four pairs of eyes flickered up to Harry's forehead before they came back to his eyes and they greeted him and they all headed to the reception room where drinks were served by Dippy. As soon as the clock chimed five Dippy told them the first course was ready and lead them into the dining room.

Ollivander sat the head of the table, with Tiberius to his right and Mark to his left. Victoria, Marcus and Helena sat down the table from Tiberius, with Harry and John sat down the table from Mark. Dippy brought in wine for the adults apart from Mark who joined John and Harry with Pumpkin juice seems he was going on a raid later.

Conversation flowed freely, with nothing important discussed while they ate at a relaxed pace. For starters they had salmon and sorrel with a vermouth sauce. Main course was roasted venison with roast potatoes, green beans and carrots served with a red wine gravy. Finally dessert was a simple but tasty strawberry flan.

After dinner was finished Mark had to leave in order to get back to the auror office for the briefing and preparation of the raid. Victoria had a prior arrangement with one of her friends so left at the same time. John led Harry, Marcus and Helena into the reception room. Due to the age gap conversation was a little awkward and stifled but common ground was found by educating Harry on quidditch and the duelling league.

While conversation was a little awkward in the reception room, there was no such problem in Ollivanders study between himself and Tiberius.

o-0-o

"I must say father, while I wasn't really surprised by your invitation for dinner, I was surprised at its forma nature and Harry Potter being present. I know you said he doesn't know anything about our world's etiquette but why is that?"

"He was raised by muggles Tiberius."

"I suppose that would explain it. Why them though? There would be plenty of families willing to take him in."

"It was his aunt. The way he survived to killing curse has something to do with blood protection. Albus knows that much, though he has admitted he is lost at the details. However there is something more important here then the lack of knowledge of our customs."

Tiberius's eyebrows rose at this. Ollivander could see the clogs turning. His son was incredibly intelligent, nearly as intelligent as his grandson he mused. Members of the Ollivander blood hadn't been in Ravenclaw for nearly five hundred years for nothing.

"He was physically and emotionally neglected. He was underfed, all his clothes were second hand from his cousin. The ones he's wearing now are some of Johns that Dippy resized."

"I thought they looked familiar. Victoria's forty second birthday party this year?"

"Yes. I sometimes forget how good your memory is."

"Says the man who remembers every wand he's ever sold. How many is that again?" Tiberius replied laughing."

"You know as well as I do that I don't remember the number. I just remember the wand to the face."

"True, but we've got off topic."

Ollivander sighed. "True. Anyway this situation can't go on, but he needs to live under the same roof as his aunt in that house for a month."

Tiberius looked sharply at his father at that. "You've got a plan."

"I do." Ollivander acknowleged. "I want to offer him protection under our house. Until he comes of age I, and in the event of my death you, will be his guardian in our world and will assume responsibility for him."

"I have to admit, I wasn't expecting that." Tiberius remarked with a lot of surprise in his voice. "I don't have any issues per se. I mean he won't be part of the family so it's not like he can use his position to try and claim inheritance."

"He wouldn't do that anyway. He's a lovely young man." Ollivander said with some annoyance.

"I'm not saying he would necessarily." Tiberius quickly said. "But I don't know him. You know I'm not as skilled at you as reading people. I have to resort to legilimency which would be a gross of invasion of his privacy."

"True." Ollivander conceded.

"Anyway my main concern is financial. Obviously I don't know our family financial affairs, as that's your business, but Hogwarts isn't cheap. I know we could afford it, but how much of a strain would it be? "

"None. His parents sorted that out in their will. I don't know the details but Albus said it was all paid for. And I presume he has a trust vault for other expenses."

"Well then I have no objections as long as his muggle guardians agree. I would suggest though we make sure he settles in alright first though.

"I was going to do it straight away but only specify it for a year. That way if he doesn't settle well with us, he can be free to find his own way, though our help would still be offered. I've arranged with Andromeda Tonks to give both Harry and John the necessary lessons."

"Why John? You never bothered before seems he's fourth in line to inherit."

"Yes and I wouldn't normally bother. But the two of them seem to get on well and I don't see the point of splitting them up because Harry has to attend lessons."

Tiberius nodded his assent at this. The next few minutes were spent discussing logistics such as what days and times Tiberius would be needed to manage the shop before they returned to the reception room to break the news.

o-0-o

When they moved into the living room Ollivander was glad to see things had gone reasonably well. Though he knew there would be an element of awkwardness due to the age gap he was glad to see all were at least talking, apparently about who would win the weekends match between Holyhead Harpies and Wigtown Wanderers. Ollivander called for attention.

"Both Tiberius and I have discussed some house business have come to agreement. We would like to offer you, Harry, protection under the Venerable and Noble House of Ollivander until your twelfth birthday, at which time the protection will be renewed if you so wish until you come of age."

The reactions were mixed. Marcus and Helena looked surprised but offered Harry his congratulations while John was delighted. Harry on the other hand was very confused and had to have it explained to him by Ollivander.

"Basically it means I become your guardian in this world. At the moment it is your aunt who is your guardian in this world. If you accept this it becomes me. All Hogwarts reports will come to me, as will any letters home they or the ministry may send. I will be in charge of your health and well being and will in effect as your parent in all things magical."

"That sounds great sir. But I don't want to be a bother."

"It's no bother. The biggest expense, your Hogwarts tuition, is already sorted out. Your parents left the money ring-fenced in their will to pay for it. All I ask of you is that you give your lessons your very best effort."

"Then in that case thank you sir."

Ollivander simply smiled at the boy. The rest of the night was took up by the family getting to know the boy who was now under their protection. At nine o'clock Tiberius, Marcus and Helena returned home. John and Harry was sent to bed as they had a busy day the next day.

After Harry brushed his teeth and got changed into his pyjamas he snuggled up into bed and he couldn't help the broad smile that crept across his face. At last, it appeared he had a home.