After Harry had settled into the guest room, and fished out his school trunk, now shrunken to the size of a beetle, he realized he didn't actually know how unshrink his trunk. Without that, there really wasn't much unpacking to be done, so he walked back out to the living area, and was stopped by the sight of Nicolas and Perenelle- Who were currently in a hot debate over whatever it was that had Nicolas lost in thought earlier that day.

Harry awkwardly stood in the door, wishing he had managed to unpack his invisibility cloak when Perenelle noticed him and gave her husband a look that said that they would continue their conversation later, and determinedly walked over to harry with all the determination of a wild cat following it's prey- Before scooping him up into a hug, with declarations of how nice it was to meet him. It was quite the strange experience for Harry, since as far as he knew only people like Ms Weasley did things like that, but he didn't quite feel like fighting back, so the hug went on uncontested.

Eventually, she put him down, however, and he managed to speak. "Er, thank you for bringing me here, Mr and Mrs Flamel, but I sort of don't know how to unshrink my trunk..." he offered lamely, feeling like he was interrupting something more important then his own minor concerns. Perenelle, on the other hand, was having none of it, and gently took his hand.

"Of course, dear, don't you worry. Nicolas, how on earth could you forget to unshrink his trunk? Well, come along now, let's get that out of the way." she said, gently guiding him back to his room and unshrinking his with a tap of her wand and lightly patting him on the head fondly as she left.

Harry, somewhat nonplussed, just pulled his trunk closer to the bed and sat down, sorting through his belongings. Should he put things up on display? He was only a guest, but he was going to be staying a while. And, now that he thought about it, he wasn't really sure what exactly he would be doing over the summer- He just saw a chance to escape the dursley's for a time, and jumped at the chance, and now he felt somewhat foolish for not thinking ahead- Hermione would probably chastise him over it, while Ron would probably say it was a very Gryffindor thing to do and clap him on the back. Harry grinned- He had only been in the magical world a year now, but he had already made some great friends. He started to pull things out of his trunk to sort through them- He had an awful lot of chocolate left over from his stay at the hospital wing, but he didn't quite feel like chocolate at the moment. Instead, his hand wandered to a certain leather-bound album.

Knock-Knock.

Harry looked up from the pictures of his parents, gifted from Hagrid not long after all the sweets had been delivered, to see Nicolas smiling and knocking on the wall- The door was wide open, and probably had been that way for quite some time now.

"Hello, Harry. Am I interrupting something?" he asked, looking amused. Harry wondered what it was about elderly wizards and being amused by the things young people did.

"No, sir, just looking over a gift from Hagrid." he answered, realising a second later he might not know who Hagrid was. However-

"Rubeus Hagrid? I wasn't aware you knew the groundskeeper," Nicolas stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, he's a friend of the family, I hear. He's nice," offered harry. On reflection, it was a little strange- Most other students didn't seem to connect with the giant man, and some (Like Malfoy) probably thought he wasn't worth their time. Harry shook his head. Malfoy was a jerk, nothing more to be said, as far as he was concerned.

At that moment, however, yet another knock came, distant, but insistent.

"Well, this can wait. I do believe I know who that is. Come, let's not keep Albus waiting!" he exclaimed, with a certain air about him that reminded Harry of something he couldn't quite pin down, and Harry followed soon after.

By the time they had entered the living room, Perenelle had already let the Headmaster in, and they were both seated in the corner, facing each other on two separate couches with a small coffee table between them. They both called them over, and they too joined the visit, Nicolas sitting with his wife, and Harry sitting down next to Dumbledore. That seemed to set off the conversation again.

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore," said harry, shifting a little in his seat. He wasn't in trouble, was he?

"Hello, Harry, it's wonderful to see you again, although I will admit I was expecting to see you at the beginning of year feast instead," returned the old wizard, his eyes twinkling in that way that he seemed so fond of, before he turned to his hosts. "And it's wonderful to see you as well, Nicolas, Perenelle. I do apologize what happened to the Stone, once again," he said, looking unusually sombre. Harry started to say something, but a subtle glance from Perenelle set him back into quiet observation while Nicolas and Dumbledore conversed.

"Indeed, it was somewhat of a disaster, but that's all in the past now," said Nicolas in a voice that sounded very much like he had not totally forgiven his old friend, "Which of course brings us to the reason you are here," he continued.

"Yes, indeed. Well, as you know, Harry is very important to us. This is why we have him reside at Privet Drive, as the strongest protections we can cast also reside there, and we want to keep him as safe as possible," Dumbledore said, though it sounded rehearsed, like something said many times before, and Harry got the feeling it was mostly being explained for his benefit.

"Yes, strongest wards known today, I might add. However, Harry is perfectly safe here, and there's absolutely nothing to worry about," said Nicolas firmly. Dumbledore looked interested, and leaned forward, but Nicolas saw the glint in his eye and added "-And you know we can't tell you the wards we have around our properties, because just more people knowing about them makes them less secure, you understand," he said, much as though they had had this conversation before. Dumbledore looked much as if he had been about to snatch a cookie from the cookie jar, only to have the jar whisk itself away and lock itself in a pantry out of reach.

"Yes, I understand. Still, I wish you had given be warning before you had done so," he offered as a weak rebuttal.

"Indeed I would have, had you actually shown yourself to be his caretaker. Instead, I spoke to his relatives, who seemed perfectly fine with such a thing, and practically helped him pack," explained Nicolas. That was a strange way to say they wanted him gone and nearly shoved him out the door, thought Harry, but remained quiet. "So, we have their permission, we have more then sufficient warding, and I do believe Harry will have fun during his time here. He will, of course, only be spending the summer, as I'm sure you saw in the owl, so there really is no problem that I can see with this arrangement," said the elder alchemist, in what was not quite crowing, because Harry was sure he was too old and dignified for such a tone. Dumbledore seemed- Defeated, for lack of a better word, but also somewhat mollified.

"Well, I suppose that all of this is acceptable, then," said the Headmaster, turning and being almost surprised to see Harry, as if he had forgotten he was there. "Do have some fun while you can, Harry," he said, with that twinkle in his eye returning before he stood up, excused himself, and left.

Harry almost manged to mention the fact that Dumbledore didn't mention the stone was a fake, before Perenelle, with a casual air about her, pulled out the nicest broom he'd ever seen and mentioned that the Flamels owned a Quidditch field.