A/N: Sorry for the delay in typing up this story, but I lost my notebook with the rough drafts in.
Potter Place
An elderly woman carrying a small, thin boy popped out of thin air. This woman was Arianna Potter and the boy was her great-grandson, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Arianna had just rescued Harry from his relatives, the Dursley's. At this moment, Harry was staring at the four-storey manor house set in 4500 acres, including a forest, lake and farm. This was the Potter Estate in Derbyshire, with Potter Place in the middle. This estate was where James Potter, Harry's father and Arianna's grandson grew up so Harry was going to grow up there as well.
"Grandma Ari, where are we?" asked Harry.
"Potter Place, one of your family's houses." answered Arianna.
"I see gwrass."
"Ah, it's the wards. Say 'I Lord Harry James Potter ask to be let into Potter Place.' It'll let you in then."
"I Lord Hawy James Potter ast to be let into Potter Pwace." lisped Harry.
After a few minutes, Harry saw buildings appear from the ground.
"Magic" cried Harry, amazed.
"Yes Harry, magic" replied Arianna, amused.
A/N: Sorry for how short that chapter was, but it was really just a filler chapter.