"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Parseltongue"

Writing/Reading

"YELLING"

Greengrass Manor Parlor Room

Harry stood in front of the fireplace of Greengrass Manor, waiting for the guests to come through and greet them. He wasn't alone of course, as he was surrounded by the Greengrasses, with Daphne, Elizabeth, and Cyrus on his right, and Astoria on his left. As he waited with them, he was nervously wiping his hand down the new Acromantula silk robes that his godmother had specially ordered, courtesy of measurements that were taken to Madam Malkin's shop in Diagon Alley, courtesy of the female House-Elf Padme. Truth be told, Harry was never allowed to be present when guests were coming to Number four, so to find himself being present among the Greengrasses as they were waiting for a group of people to arrive, was a nerve-wracking moment for him.

He guessed that Daphne and Astoria noticed what he what doing because he felt their hands take each of his own. He looked into each of their eyes, conveying looks of thanks and appreciation for what they were doing, to which they smiled back at him. Unknown to the trio, Cyrus and Elizabeth noticed what the girls were doing for Harry, and a pair of proud smiles appeared on their respective faces. Finally, the fireplace lit up, green flames signifying that the Floo was opening, with the first guest coming through.

First through the Floo, were a trio of brown-haired individuals who were, to Harry's surprise, wearing clothing that looked like a mix of wizard robes and Muggle clothes. The first of the trio to exit the Floo was a man of about Cyrus' height and build, only unlike his uncle this man's hair was short, at least to the base of his skull. His face also possessed the same aristocratic outlines that Cyrus held, making Harry figure that he was a Pureblood, then the next guest out came to be a woman.

The woman had shoulder-length hair, that was done up in an extravagant ponytail that curled down her shoulder. However unlike her husband, she did not possess the aristocratic facial features that both Cyrus and Elizabeth had, making Harry wonder if she was a Muggle or Muggleborn, but the surrounding skin around her kind brown eyes showed signs of smile wrinkles, signifying that this woman smiled numerous times throughout her life. She possessed a good body shape that was nearly similar to Elizabeth, but not as curvaceous and was almost similar to Mrs. Weasley, at least as far as Harry could tell.

Finally, the third member of the party came out, and Harry could tell that she was his and Daphne's age, as well as someone that even Ron might get along with if the Chudley Cannons shirt was anything to go by. She was a fair mix of her parents, with a fair complexion, and semi-aristocratic features, but also with kind and mischievous brown eyes, while her hair hung loose down her back, with no extravagant style or accessories added to it. She also held a large smile on her face, as she looked at Daphne, though it did turn into a mischievous smirk when her eyes drifted down to her's and Harry's still embracing hands, causing both teens to quickly let go and blush red.

"So I take that this is the boy that you're betrothed to, huh Daphne?" She asked, hints of barely restrained laughter seeping into her voice.

Daphne and Harry both blushed a deeper red, if possible until they were almost Weasley red. This caused the rest of the room occupants to laugh, as the dilemma of the two betrothed teens was somewhat humorous to them. This only served to make Harry and Daphne's mortification feel worse.

"Now Tracey, you know better than to tease Daphne," The girl's mother said, while still laughing. "Before you even have a chance to get to know her betrothed."

"Maybe so Mum, but I just had to do it," Tracey answered, before turning to Harry and dipping down to him. "Tracey Davis, Daphne's best friend, and fellow soon-to-be Fourth Year Slytherin."

Harry was vaguely familiar with Tracey Davis but knew that like Daphne, she was part of a separate Slytherin group that rarely didn't bother him, or go along with whatever Malfoy said. He also vaguely remembered that there were a couple of others, such as Blaise Zabini. With this in mind, Harry figured that it would be a good idea to try and socialize with these particular Slytherins. Shaking his head to refocus on the social interaction, Harry bowed back to Tracey, while also taking her hand and kissing the back of it, just as his uncle Cyrus was able to teach him before the guests arrived.

"Pleasure to meet you, Heiress Davis," He said, showing respect by referring to her by her surname. "Heir Harry Potter, at your service."

Harry noted that there was a brief moment of awkwardness that arose from his last sentence, and couldn't understand why. He figured that he must've said something wrong, and was trying to figure out what it was. Then he realized what he did.

"Uhh... Heir Harry Potter, of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter," He quickly corrected himself. "At your service. Sorry, I'm just starting to learn the social cues that I should've learned a long time ago."

The Davis' nodded their heads minutely, indicating that they understood. Cyrus had taken it upon himself to help Harry learn what he should've done when he was a child if he hadn't been put with the Dursleys. It was but another blow in Harry's mind against his headmaster, since he was denied not only the knowledge of his responsibilities as an heir of a magical family but also his heritage, as he was being told by the Greengrasses. After correcting and finishing introducing himself to Tracey, the elder Davis' come forward.

"Adam Davis, at your service Mr. Potter." Tracey's father introduced. "Head and Lord of the Noble House of Davis. Though to be honest, I don't much care for the political stuff. Even though I am a Pureblood, I prefer to just keep my head down whenever possible. Something that I understand you prefer to do as well."

Harry couldn't help but nod at Mr. Davis' comment, as it was indeed true that Harry preferred to keep out of the spotlight. He had always preferred to stay out of sight ever since he was a kid with the Dursleys, and his time at Hogwarts had certainly been a mix of trying to stay out of the spotlight and being forced into it. The combined escapades that he had to get into, and the taunting of Draco Malfoy, certainly didn't help either. Tracey's mother must've figured this, as she stepped forward.

"Now Adam, you know as well as I that the Potter Family have always preferred to keep out of the spotlight," She said, before looking at Harry with a gentle smile. "Helen Davis, a pleasure to see you again Harry. The last time Adam and I laid eyes on you, you were just a little babe resting in your mother's arms. For what it's worth, we are so sorry for the loss of your parents."

Harry nodded his head, indicating that he was appreciative of the condolences from Mrs. Davis. Every time Harry bumped into someone from the Magic world, they never apologized for the loss of his parents, but instead just thanked him for beating Voldemort, and overlooking the fact that he lost his mother and father. Now here he was, and instead of receiving praise for something that he barely even remembered, he was receiving condolences for the loss of his parents, and he truly was grateful to Mrs. Davis.

"Thank you for those kind words Mrs. Davis," He began, a small smile on his face as tears started to form. "You have no idea how much they mean to me. I hardly ever get any condolences for the loss of my parents, so hearing you say those words are truly appreciative."

The smiles that were present in the room quickly vanished, as everyone understood the gravity of Helen Davis' words. It was difficult to admit, but hardly anyone bothered to remember that a child had lost his parents. The Greengrass and Davis families, along with the Zabini family, were probably the only ones who remembered as they were each close friends with Harry's parents, other than Remus Lupin. As Helen moved to say something else to Harry, the Floo flared up again, as Belladonna and Blaise Zabini exited the green flames.

Harry recomposed himself to the acceptable posture for an heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and studied the Zabini's. Belladonna Zabini, along with her son, had a dark olive complexion, with dark ebony hair flowing down her back in curly waves. She wore a midnight blue off-the-shoulder dress that not only accentuated her curves, but also her dark skin. She was a beautiful woman, with sharp cheekbones that gave her an angular face. Harry had heard rumors in Hogwarts that Mrs. Zabini was a black widow, who attracted many husbands before they met their mysterious deaths, and he could definitely see that there appeared to be some merit to the rumors; at least in regards to her beauty.

Blaise Zabini, a teenage boy in Harry's Year, had similar facial features to his mother, though his hair was in a buzz-cut style, and also had the same skin complexion as Mrs. Zabini, giving merit to the belief that the Zabini's were of Italian heritage. He was dressed in an Acromantula silk button-up shirt, with dark pants and shoes. Harry had observed Blaise from afar on many occasions and noted that he often showed contempt towards Malfoy and his cronies, and kept a vast distance from them. As a matter of fact, now that Harry thought about it, Blaise Zabini gave no indications that he had any sort of discrimination towards Muggleborns, and often look at Hermione with admiration. Harry walked towards his fellow Year-mate but resolved to speak with him later.

"Heir Zabini, a pleasure to meet you officially," He greeted the dark-skinned Slytherin, gripping Blaise's hand in a respectful hold. "Harry Potter, Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Though since we go to Hogwarts together, I doubt there's any need for me to introduce myself in such a manner."

If Blaise was surprised at the formal greeting that Harry gave him, he gave no indications of any such. This, in turn, earned Blaise Harry's respect, as it was a sign of a true Slytherin, and not the kind that Malfoy was. The two boys released their grip and looked at each other before they bowed in respect to each other.

"Heir Potter, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you officially," He replied, looking back into Harry's green eyes. "Though I do have to agree that such introductions would not be necessary."

"But they are a part of the tradition when formally greeting each other," Lady Zabini said, before holding out her hand to Harry, who took it and kissed it. "Lady Belladonna Zabini, at your services, Heir Potter. If I may say so, it's so good to see you again, since the last time I saw you was as a baby."

Harry couldn't help but smile, as he knew from her statement that she must've known his parents if she had seen him as a baby.

"I take it then that you knew my parents if you'd last seen me as a baby?" Harry asked, undoubtedly knowing the answer to the question.

"Yes, I did, at least in regards to your father." She answered, a smile on her face as she reminisced on her past. "Our respective families were friends for a long time, similar to the Greengrass and Davis families. I knew your mother in passing through the Hogwarts halls, but I didn't get much of a chance to get to know her as Elizabeth and Helen did."

Harry nodded his head in understanding since his uncle Cyrus said something similar.

"Now that we're all here and introduced," Cyrus said, gesturing to the dining room. "Let's start making our way to the dining room."

The group of ten made their way to the dining room, taking various seats at the table. Harry himself made sure to pull out a chair for Daphne and Astoria, while Blaise did a similar thing for Tracey. The two boys then took their seats, as the food appeared, courtesy of House Elf magic. Harry risked a glance towards Cyrus, who nodded his head in approval at Harry following his lessons.

"So Harry, tell us, how have your first three years at Hogwarts been?" Adam Davis asked, taking a small sip of champagne as he looked at the boy.

Harry tensed up, as he looked at the assorted guests and his godfamily, all of whom were looking at him in expectancy. He figured that they wanted to hear stories of his time at Hogwarts, stories that he honestly didn't want to reminisce over; especially about Sirius, if there was any chance of protecting him. He looked at Daphne, who was seated across from him, hoping that she could help him. He figured that she must've seen something in his eyes because her face softened a little as she looked at him.

"It's okay Harry, you can tell us anything," She said, making sure that he knew that he would be supported. "You won't be judged for anything."

The other occupants looked at the two betrothed teens in confusion, as they couldn't understand what was going on. Harry sighed heavily, as he started telling them the story.