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Harry fell off the fireplace but managed to land gracefully, in the—well, what the hell was this room? The room had white marble floor, a high ceiling, the walls and the ornately designed ceiling were white. A crystal chandelier hung at the centre, with the crystals sparkling as diamonds. The room was tastefully decorated with rich purple drapes with golden borders. There were numerous sofas, a love seat, a rocking chair, all covered in purple and gold and made of dark cherry. One wall to the right was converted to huge glass windows which provided natural light to the room and a view of the front lawns bordered by rose bushes. This room was big enough to fill half of the Dursley's home in it. The mantelpiece was decorated with four framed pictures and purple vase in the centre with floo powder. The pictures on the far right and left were of two couples on their wedding day. The picture on the far right was the picture that Harry had in his scrapbook, the picture from his parent's wedding day with his parents in the centre and a laughing Sirius and a shy Remus on either side of his parents. Harry watched, as all four posed and then Sirius said something and all three of them sandwiched a laughing Lily. On his far left however, were a man and a woman in wedding robes, the man had dark brown messy hair and hazel eyes, apart from the hair and eyes, this man looked exactly like Harry, whereas the woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Black hair, High cheekbones, stormy grey eyes, the epitome of aristocracy and grace, both the man and the woman smiled politely at him.
The picture on his right showed his father, mother and- was it him? It had to be him, as a baby. This was a very happy picture. The background was someone's backyard, a one year old Harry was sitting on James' shoulder, pulling his hair and laughing, while his mother was laughing holding his father's arm as he winced and wrestled to get Harry down. Harry smiled at the picture. He was happy once and deeply loved. This picture was a window to his life before Voldemort. He smiled again and looked to his left. He saw the same beautiful woman, look gracefully flustered, covered in flour, as she glared at two black haired boys hardly above 13 and a man with messy brown hair. One of the boys had messy black hair and hazel eyes, the other had wavy black hair, which fell gracefully on the forehead of his handsome face. Both the boys were smiling charmingly at the woman as the man presented a slightly lopsided cake to her at which the woman laughed. With a jolt Harry realised the boy with messy black hair and hazel eyes was his father, so the other black haired boy must be Sirius, only he could be that handsome; which meant that the beautiful woman and the brown haired man were his grandparents.
Harry picked up the picture where he was pulling his father's hair, staring at it intently, trying to remember this day. So lost was he in his attempt to remember the day, that he didn't register the presence of a small form in the room, it was only when the figure moved, that Harry realised that he wasn't alone and before the figure could do anything else, Harry spun around, pulling his wand out.
The figure squealed and threw itself on the floor covering its head. Harry realised a second later that the little figure was a house elf. He quickly shoved his wand in its holster and knelt down beside the elf, gently shaking her. The elf looked up and Harry saw large brown eyes and an upturned nose. He helped the scared elf sit, "You looks like my Master James, but you is not him. Your eyes are that of Mistress Lily. Is that you master Harry? Sneezy knows Master Harry, when he was little; Sneezy helped Mistress Lily with Master Harry. Master Harry was a very fussy baby." The elf called Sneezy smiled at Harry.
"Really? I can't believe I was a fussy baby. I am sorry I caused you trouble Sneezy" Harry said, trying to make Sneezy comfortable. Sneezy stared at Harry for a second before hugging him tightly "No, no, no master Harry. What is you saying? You were an adorable baby, Sneezy loves you, she really does, and so do all the other house elves."
"Other house elves?" Exactly, how many house elves were here? "Yes, other house elves, there are seven of us. We are all very young too, hardly in our adolescents. All seven of us were born around the same time, during the Christmas break of Master James' final year. Mistress Lily was celebrating Christmas at the Manor. She named all of us. I am Sneezy, and then there is Sleepy, Dopey, Bashful, Doc, Happy and Grumpy. We take care of the Manor. How long we have waited for you to return home master Harry."
Harry smiled politely at Sneezy. He was amused by the choice of names. Apparently, his mother had named the seven elves after the seven dwarves from the muggle fairytale of Snow-white. He shook his head, only his mother could come up with something like this. Sneezy was looking expectantly at Harry, Harry felt odd, what does one say to en elf that has known you as a baby, but you remember nothing about them? He looked down at Sirius' portrait, the one he had dropped as he had spun to attack Sneezy. "Err.. Sneezy, can you show me to the study. I have to put this portrait there. Dad asked me to put it there. While you are at it, can you tell me what this room is?"
Sneezy smiled a big, wide smile. "This room Master Harry is the visitor's room. This is also one of the smallest rooms in the manor." Smallest room? Harry thought incredulously, "Master Charlus used to have a lot of visitors, so the floo connection from the kitchen was moved to this room, so that the rest of the family is not disturbed by the visitors. Now if you will follow Sneezy master Harry, Sneezy would take you to the study." Harry followed Sneezy out the heavy cherry wood door and stopped dead in his tracks. He had entered a huge hall, yup; you could fit Number 4 privet drive here, no problem.
