Travelling by portkey was one of the least favorite manners of travel for Harry, so it took him a few moments to regain his senses before taking in the house before him. Perhaps mansion was a better term than house. The surprisingly quick stride of Lady Longbottom took him by surprise, but he kept up as he looked over the perfectly manicured lawn and garden as they walked along the cobbled pathway.
Upon entering the foyer, Lady Longbottom called a house elf to show Harry to Neville's wing, instructing for the house elf to show him to a guest bedroom that he shall be staying in.
"Lord Potter, we shall discuss everything after the evening meal." She stated as she turned to him and then strode out of the foyer quickly.
"..alright.." Harry slowly stated as he simply blinked at the woman leaving him with the house elf, an elf who was eyeing him suspicously. The house elf behaved much like his Mistress, by simply turning and leading him up a elegantly curved staircase to the second floor. After walking down a long hallway, which also curve, the house elf opened a door to a large bedroom with its own sitting room, walk in closet, and bathroom.
"Where be Master Potter's belongings?" The house elf suddenly demanded. "And proper clothes?"
"Oh.. my trunk is back at my house, locked in the cupboard under the stairs. " At the staring at the house elf, he proceeded to state the adress and describe the layout of the house only to have the elf disappear in mid sentence. With a sigh, he placed the folded up invisibility cloak in the closet as he took a closer look around his new room.
The room was almost four times larger than his old bedroom and much more comfortable with nice dark cherry wood furniture. There was a fireplace, with a thick soft fur rug in front of it, along with a comfortable looking two seater sofa and a single person reclining chair. A large desk situated in the corner of the sitting room, which looked to be a hand carved desk. There was large double glass doors leading out to a balcony, which overlooked the garden.
Walking through the archway into the bedroom, the first thing to notice was the kingsize four post bed. Which seemed to look very comfortable, much better than his small stiff bed in his old bedroom. There was an entrance into the closet and bathroom from this room aswell. A large bay window provided a place to lounge and daydream while looking outside, if he so wished. The color scheme of the rooms was dark cherry wood furniture, with cream and burgandy accents. Plants seemed to take up the corners or the walls, in the inset plant shleves, which was no double Neville's doing with his love of plants. The ceiling of the rooms was charmed to show the sky but one could control how much sunlight was allowed in.
The emotional rollercoaster of the day and night finally caught up to the young lord as he settled to sit upon the baywindow cushions, leaning against the wall with a sigh. His life still seemed out of his control, but hopefully with Augusta's help, that would be changing soon enough. Harry never noticed Neville outside, staring at the window, as he drifted off to sleep with his cheek pressed against the glass.
Surprisingly, it wasn't with a sore neck and back that Harry woke up to. Instead of the bay window, where he fell asleep, he woke up in the middle of the quite soft bed with its satin sheets. What was more disturbing than waking in bed, was the fact that he was naked under said sheets. Even after pinching himself, Harry decided that he really wasn't dreaming. Hopefully it wasn't Neville that came in, moved and stripped him. Or worse yet, Augusta.
With a shudder, the teenaged lord slid out of the large bed and onto the soft cream colored rug and moved towards the walk in closet. Hopefully his trunk was here, as he couldn't see the clothes he had been wearing. "Oh no." Harry groaned at the empty closet, which did house his trunk and invisibility cloak, but his trunk was empty of clothes! If he was at the Burrow, he would immediately assume the twins were up to one of their practical jokes, but it was highly unlikely they were spending the summer here.
Wrapping the invisibility cloak around his shoulders, and double checking to make sure he wasn't going to be flashing anyone, he went about calling for a house elf.
"Er.. elf?" Nothing.
"House elf?" Nothing.
What name did Lady Longbottom use to call the house elf? He did not recall a name, he hadn't really been paying all that much attention to be honest. The only house elf he knew was Dobby. But could he call Dobby without Dumbledore knowing? He worked for Hogwarts now. And then he remembered suddenly about a time Sirius had been muttering about Kreacher not responding to his snap and only if he yelled his name loudly. The flash of memory caused a frown and sharp emotional pain, but he snapped his fingers anyways.
The house elf that appeared wasn't the one that led him to his bedroom. Instead, it was an older house elf wearing a cream silk outfit that was trimmed in scarlet with the Potter Crest embroidered in the top right chest. The house elf seemed surprised to be there and was staring at Harry for a few moments before bowing. "Lord Potter has finally called Pard. How may I be of service?"
"I have a house elf?" Harry asked stupidly before realizing that if he was a wealthy as Iceshred made him out to be, of course he would have a house elf! But before he could say anything else, Pard blinked at him.
"Master, you have twenty-two house elves. Pard is Head of the Potter elves and comes to the call of Lord Potter until a personal house elf is established. Master, why are you wearing only your invisibility cloak? And why have you waited all these years to call?" While the house elf was being polite, it was obvious that he was upset.
"Harry. Just call me Harry, I do not like being anyone's Master. As for the cloak.. well, a house elf fetched my trunk from my relatives and brought it back with no clothes.. er do you happen to have some spare clothes for me?"
With a snap of his fingers, Harry was suddenly fully clothed. Removing the cloak, which he settled upon the shelf, he looked himself over with a grin. Yes, he could like being a lord. Cream colored dress slacks, which fit perfectly, a silk cream shirt with a deep v collar was trimmed in scarlet, matching the scarlet embroidered Potter Crest upon the left upper part of his chest. A black leather belt and polished black comfortable shoes went with the open casual black robe. The sleeves of the robe flared subly once past his elbows, which came to stop at the middle of his palm. Once more the Potter Crest was embroidered upon the robes over his upped left chest, though it was cream and scarlet. It was when he was looking at the scarlet and cream bands on the cuffs of the sleeves that he noticed the ring upon his left ring finger.
The ring was gold and inlaid with diamonds and rubies to make the Potter Crest. Lightly a finger ran over it before he turned a questioning look to Pard.
"Where did this ring come from, Pard?"
"It is the Lordship ring of the Potter Family, it replaced your heir ring."
"I didn't have a heir ring.. look, Pard, I want to let you know that I didn't know anything about heir and lords until this morning. Lady Longbottom shall be instructing me in what I need to know. Then I-.."
Harry was cut off by the sudden arrival of the house elf that had shown him the room. Which did not look pleased to see Pard. Infact, the two of them glared at each other.
"Where is Master Potter's clothes, thief!" Pard wheeled upon the elf, effectively placing himself between his master and the Longbottom elf. Said immediately took offense to being called a thief.
"How dare you invade my Mistress' territory! Out! Out! Loppy not be stealing Lord Potter's clothes! Out! There was only rags in his trunk! Out! He be having no proper clothes! Out! Your a bad bad bad house elf to be letting him where them! Out!"
Pard looked properly scandalized, almost as much when he heard Harry say he had no heir ring, and looked ready to leap upon Loppy.
"Enough!" Harry raised his voice as he tried to get between the two enraged house elves, something he never thought he would see. "Pard, I will call you later. Please return to where you have been and organize the elves to be meeting me in a few days.. " Harry trailed off upon hearing a quiet snicker and looked out of the closet he was still in.
There stood Neville with an amused grin upon his face as he watched Harry standing in a closet, trying to force himself between two fighting house elves. Flashing a grin a Neville, with a roll of his eyes, he looked back to the elves.
"Yes, Master. Pard will be listening for Masters call." Pard stated while glaring at Loppy, who was still no doubt yelling 'out!' in his head.
"Dinner shall be ready in five minutes." Loppy stated as soon as Pard was gone and then disappeared himself.
"House elves!" Harry laughed as he walked out of the closet and over to Nevile, whom had gotten his snickers under control and was looking over Harry thoughtfully.
"I was waiting for you to wake up in your sitting room, but heard you yell so decided to investigate." Neville stated with a grin. "Gram said you were staying for the rest of the summer?" The grin shifted into a confused look. While the two of them were friends, they weren't great friends. Why wasn't Harry at the Burrow with the Wealseys?
Instead of answering verbally, Harry's stomach growled loudly which reminded him that he missed lunch. With a grin, he patted his stomach. "How about we talk about that over dinner? Your grandmother had a few things to talk to me about all of it.. to be honest, I am not exactly sure how I got here."
"Alright, Gram will be mad if we are late." Neville stated as he led him out into the Hall and out of his wing of the mansion. "Nice clothes, by the way. And hair. No glasses. And ring. Lord Potter.. shall I call you 'your Lordship'?" Neville stated with a grin as he looked at the young man walking next to him.
" Ha ha ha.. well, actually, 'your Lordship' has a nice ring to it. " Harry returned the grin, though he was surprised that the typical quiet Neville was teasing him. If he had been Ron, they wouldn't be talking due to the redhead's jealousy. There wouldn't be anyway for him to hide this from Ron, but he would deal with that later.
Upon entering the large dinning room, which held a long rectangular table that could easily sit twenty people, Neville sat upon his grandmother's right at the end of the table which had Harry automatically sitting on the left.
"Where did you get those clothes, Lord Potter? I was under the impression you had nothing to designate you Lord Potter." Augusta asked as she looked over Harry approvingly.
"Oh. Well, I accidently called a Potter house elf when I woke up and realized there was no clothing in my room." A tinge of pink colored the cheeks of the young Lord as he recalled waking up naked. A quick glance at Nevile, he relaxed seeing no smirking which would indicate he knew Harry had been left naked. Harry firmly decided that the house elf, Loppy, had stripped and moved him and not either Longbottom. "And he gave me these."
"Well, that is one less thing to go over. While it is rude to have your own elf while staying under the roof of another family, it is a good idea. You will need to learn how to interact with your property. Now, no more business talk while we eat." With that stated, food appeared upon their plates which started a very long dinner.
Even though Augusta had said no business talk, she had immediately began correcting how he sat, how he ate, which utensils he used for what. Even on how to hold said utensils. Harry was much to shocked and mortified to respond at first, but when he noticed Neville was being corrected, he felt better. Given, Neville only had to be corrected once whereas Harry hardly got to eat his food before it got cold or changed to a new course.