Disclaimer: see chapter 1.
Harry was getting blisters, he was sure of it. He wasn't sure how long he was walking for but it seemed like hours.
"Are we there yet?" asked Harry for the umpteenth time
"Just a little more." Replied Peter more than a little annoyed
"You said that five hours ago!"
"That was four minutes!"
"OK. Are we there yet?"
Peter started to curse in Remordierian. Harry looked up at him.
"Don't repeat that, OK."
"Yes papa." Peter bit down on his bottom lip, the reality of the situation taking hold of him. He almost didn't notice Harry pointing to a house looming ahead of them.
"Is that it?"
"Yes, welcome the most noble house of Pettigrew." Peter lead Harry past the carriage houses and gazebos, past the children's play house and magnificent gardens and up a mahogany porch. Harry was in awe at the house before him.
"Close that mouth or a seagull might fly in." said Peter jokingly as he as he pulled the rope dangling in front of him. A loud bell sounded.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep your shirt on, I'm coming." Yelled a heavily accented woman's voice
"Was that the grandmother?" asked Harry
"No, that's your aunt Margaretta."
Sorry it's so short but I did this during school.