The birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming under the sweet rays of the sun, it was a refreshing sunny morning, and the man standing on the balcony of the second floor of the big manor was enjoying this fine morning.
Harry was sipping his tea while enjoying the sunny morning with the beautiful scene in front of him. He hadn't had the chance to see the manor when he arrived in this world because of all the confusion and panic, but once he found time to tour it, he was stunned.
The Peverell manor was huge and grand; he had spent years in the Grimmauld place, which was the main house of Black, yet that was nothing like the magnificent structure this house was.
The manor was three stories tall, with a number of rooms inside. It was equipped with every luxury or special room, like the ball hall, library, bar, and ritual room, which was basically a fully indestructible room, and it had a duelling room as well.
Harry had seen many manors, but never had he seen something like this, and it was not only what was inside the manor; the outside ground covered the whole of the big land the manor was on and was filled with different things.
There was a Quidditch pitch with hoops and a shed filled with Quidditch equipment. It has a big pool with a jacuzzi as well. It even has a magical sanctuary where there are various magical animals, including the likes of thestral.
Thinking about thestrals, Harry remembered how familiar he had become with them. They have always felt safe with him, but since he has come here, they have become much more connected to him.
They have started following him everywhere and always want to be near him.
And it wasn't only that; Harry's Patronus, which was stag, had changed to thestral, a big majestic flying thestral that he somehow knew was much stronger than the stag one.
He had been confused at first about how he felt about the changing of his Patronus. The stag was something of a connection he had with his father; he thought he would feel very sad and depressed about losing that connection.
But he had felt nothing like that; he actually understood why this had happened; he was not the same person, or at least fully the same; he was different; he was now a Peverell instead of a Potter; he even felt different since he had been thrown here, but it was a good type of difference.
He had gotten used to his minor changes in look as well; it has not been easy to look in the mirror every day, and he found himself looking slightly different, though he had been very grateful about the loss of his glasses.
He was very glad that he had to never wear them again; his glasses had always been a hindrance, whether it was in quidditch in school or mainly in the battles. But now he doesn't have to worry about those problems.
Pushing off the railings, he put the empty tea cup on the table and made his way to the big bathroom adjoining the room. He stood down under the shower and started washing himself, thinking about what had happened since he had arrived in this world.
He had found out that Dumbledore was right. This was a different yet the same world, except for the age changes and some very minor changes. This world was exactly like his own old one.
The magical places, the people, and, when he checked, the study of the students at Hogwarts were also the same. But he still had some difficulty merging with this time period.
It was so surreal to him how he was 25 years back in the past. Everywhere he looked, instead of sad and despairing faces, he saw happy and joyous faces of youth and elders.
He had already seen so many familiar faces in one week, but all of them looked so much younger than he remembered them as.
He had also gone to Gringotts just the day after he agreed to Dumbledore's offer. He had gone there to check if he would find something different about Peverell's than what he did in his world.
And saying he was shocked by what he had found would be an understatement.
Unlike his world, where the Peverell's and their vault had been dead for many years, in this world, not only with him being here, they were alive, but they also had an active vault that was so full that it was safe to say Harry could easily teach for free of charge his whole life, and he would still live a wealthy, rich life.
When he asked the Goblins about it, they explained to him how Peverell were essentially running the whole wizarding Britain; they had a share in every major enterprise around the world, and some of them even had very young businesses.
It seemed that Goblins had been given the power by the last Peverell alive before him to invest in any enterprise they believed would bring huge profits, and Goblin, being the huge greedy and smart bastard that they were, had exploited this power and had brought the Peverell net worth to this huge amount.
It was not only gold he found in the vault; he also found some very interesting things, like weapons, armour, and especially the Peverell family magic book.
He had felt like a giddy child on Christmas day when he saw the book for the first time.
After opening it, he was blown away by the content of the book. He had read many light spells and many dark spells from the black library, but what he found in the Peverell book dwarfed them.
The book was filled with the spells that Harry had never heard about; they were so powerful and some so brutal that he almost vomited reading the curse effect. If he ever had a doubt about why the Peverell's were so feared, he knows now.
And when he first tried the family magic in the duelling room, he felt like he was finally home. The spells flew from his death wand like a breeze of wind. The magic felt so imbued in him that it felt like it had been in him since he was born.
With the help of goblins, he was able to forge his identity and obtain the legal documents that made him legally Harry Peverell, the head of House Peverell.
Coming out of his thoughts, he turned off the shower and dried himself after wearing his clothes for the day. He then went to the dinner hall downstairs.
Arriving there, he found Stobby standing dutifully, like always, for him with the breakfasts ready.
"Good morning, Master Peverell," the old elf greeted respectfully and bowed.
Harry sighed "Stobby, how many times do I have to remind you to call me Harry or at least master Harry, please?" He said, with a small smile.
"And I have told you so many times that I can't call you by your name," Stobby stubbornly said, "but I can call you Master Harry."
"I guess that's the best I could get," Harry said, taking his seats on the table. "So what's in the breakfast today?"
Stobby nodded and then began listing what he had prepared, and Harry was once again surprised by the old elf.
Stobby has been the best elf he has ever seen. Don't get him wrong, Dobby and Kreacher were brilliant in their own way, but if Harry had ever thought about an elf for Big House, Stobby was the perfect representation.
The elf might be old, but he was the best at everything he did, not only in the kitchen or cleaning, but he also knew how to handle accounts and Peverell business.
Stobby was the one who gave him the tour of the big manor and helped him in any way Harry needed. It was safe to say that if Stobby wasn't here, Harry would have gone mad alone in this big house after handling everything on his own.
As he was eating, a beautiful phoenix, Patronus, interrupted his breakfast. Harry looked at the flying phoenix and raised his eyebrow in question. Then the Phoenix opened his mouth, and a dumbledore voice came out.
Harry, an urgent meeting is going to take place in half an hour for an important matter, so every teacher has been noticed to come into my office before half an hour is completed. And do get there on time this time.
Harry snorted at the frustration in the voice of Dumbledore at the end of his message.
To take revenge for all the things the Dumbledore of his world has done, he has started to irritate this world's Dumbledore instead. In the last week, whenever the meeting had been arranged, he had always arrived late.
The other professors had been sceptical of him getting selected for the job because they didn't think he was old enough for it, but they had accepted it because they trusted Albus to make the right decision.
And Harry was very aware of this, and he knew if he committed undisciplined actions, dumbledore would be the one who would get blamed for choosing him, and so he had come late to every meeting just to see dumbledore getting glared, especially by Professor McGonagall.
But this time he decided not to be late, so he finished his breakfast quickly, and with a goodbye to Stobby, he apparated to Hogwarts.
Just a few minutes later, he arrived at the headmaster office, and looking at the opened door, he entered unannounced.
The professors already present turned their heads and looked at him in shock; even Dumbledore was shocked. Harry just smirked, enjoying everyone's shocked faces.
"For once you are in time, Mr. Peverell," a 25-year-old younger professor, McGonagall, said.
When Harry first saw her, he was surprised to see how young she looked, but even with her younger looks, she was still the same with her stern and no-nonsense attitude, and Harry absolutely loved getting on her nerves.
"Good morning to you as well, Minerva." Harry loved that he could call her by her name since they were now colleagues. "And you look so beautiful today, even so early in the morning," he said with a charming smile.
His smile would have made any girl or woman blush, but obviously it didn't work on the stone face of Minerva. But that was not Harry's intention; it was to irritate her, and he succeeded as he saw her eyes twitching in annoyance.
Hearing someone snickering Harry looked behind Minerva and saw the small form of Professor Flitwick snickering.
"How are you doing this fine morning, Filius?" Harry asked the half-goblin.
"Jolly good, Harry," the charms professor replied with his usual energy. "How about you?"
Before Harry could reply, he was interrupted by a booming voice from behind them.
"AH Harry! It's seen you have come early today, my boy."
Harry turned around and saw the potion professor and the head of Slytherin House, Horace Slughorn. Even in the past, he looked like Harry remembered him—bald and fat.
And his hunger to collect powerful and successful pupils was much stronger at this timeline, which was the reason he had made himself stick to Harry like glue once he heard his surname.
He had invited him to his office for a drink so many times already, but Harry had refused every single time.
Putting on a fake smile, he greeted the potion professor, "Yes, I thought it would be nice to be on time for once."
Slughorn laughed. "Hah, from the first time I saw you, I knew you would be an interesting person. You see, I have a very keen eye that can fi-"
"Horace, it's time to start the meeting; you could continue your talk afterwards." Dumbledore cut him off.
Slughorn nodded and took his seat, while Harry smiled gratefully at Albus and took his seat as well.
Dumbledore then began the meeting. "Welcome all of you to this important meeting that we have every year a week before the start of term. Most of you are aware of it, but some may not," he said, looking at Harry and the ruin professor who had been appointed this year as well.
And Harry knew her very well; after all, she was the ruin teacher in his time as well.
Bathsheda Babbling
"Then let me explain that every year we have this meeting to select the head boy and head girl for this year." Dumbledore explained to them and Harry, and Bathsheda nodded in understanding.
"So now I am opening this stage for you to give your suggestions for both positions one by one. We will start with names for the head boy first," he said firmly, and then waited to hear the names.
Harry zoned out the discussion as he really didn't care much about it, although he was still keeping one ear on the conversation and realised that selection was not easy as all four heads of house had their own names, but finally, after a long argument, Albus selected one.
"I think we are all in agreement here then," he asked the professors, who nodded their heads with some, like Slughorn did reluctantly. "Alright, then it's decided that this year's head boy will be Frank Longbottom."
All the professors clapped, and Minerva did so with more than her usual enthusiasm. Harry found it very interesting that it was Neville's father who was chosen as head boy since he was never aware of it.
Once the clapping stopped, Dumbledore continued, "With the head boy chosen, it's time to suggest the names for the head girl."
Harry had expected the same long argument again, but was surprised when every professor suggested the same name.
"Bellatrix Black"
His eyes widened as he heard the name of his one-time enemy, who later became one of his friends.
But it seems that only Harry was surprised, since even Dumbledore wasn't shocked by the unanimous agreement.
"I know we are all in agreement, but is there someone who has any objections to the choice?" Dumbledore asked seriously.
Surprisingly, it was Minerva who shook her head. "Albus Ms. Black is the best student of her year; by some distance, we would be foolish not to choose her."
Dumbledore nodded. "Very well, then it's decided that Frank Longbottom will be the head boy and Bellatrix Black will be the head girl." He declared and then magically conjured two pigeons, tied the envelopes of Frank and Bellatrix with their badges inside, and sent the birds to deliver the happy news.
"With that over, I am ending this meeting here. All of you can go back to your day, and I hope it's a good one." Dumbledore smiled and dismissed them.
All of them nodded, stood up, and were making their way out except Harry, who was stopped by Dumbledore.
"Would you stay for a bit longer? I have something to talk about with you," he said.
Harry nodded and relaxed back in his seat.
"What do you want to talk about, Albus?" he asked.
"How have you been, Harry?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
Harry snorted, "Really, Albus, you see me every day, and yet you ask the same every single time."
"Now, Harry, I am just worried about you; after all, it's not every day you find someone arriving from another world," Albus said playfully, his eyes twinkling.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Albus; you don't have to remind me, and I'm fine, by the way, just like every day," he grumbled.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Alright, Harry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't make fun of you like that." He then turned serious. "Although I do want to know what your opinions are on the selected head boy and girl,"
"Hmm." Harry hummed in deep thought as he leaned back on the chair. "To be honest, I never knew anything much about Frank, not even from his son, but what little I did made me believe he would be a good and strong head boy like a true Gryffindor."
Dumbledore nodded. "And what about Ms. Black?"
Harry sighed, "Bella, I mean Bellatrix. From what I know, at least from the sane version of her, she is very powerful and already quite skilled. If I remembered what she told me about her school life, I know that with her power and attitude, she would be the best person to handle any fights and disputes."
He then laughed. "She would send anyone fighting to the infirmary and put fear in all students, which in a way would be good."
Dumbledore smiled, "almost as same as my thoughts."
He then went in, though, scratching his beard. "Your statement made me remember that you do not know much about your students."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I know that look. What is cooking in that mind of yours?" He asked accusingly.
Dumbledore smirked. "Well, Harry, I think the best way for you to know about your students before they come here would be to hit Diagon Alley today."
"WHAT WHY?" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry, as a teacher, it is important for you to be familiar with new students, and what better way than to see them and notice little things about when they least expect you to look at them other than Diagon Alley, where they would be too busy shopping?" dumbledore said while trying to sound wise, but the mischievous smile on his face ruined it.
Harry was gritting his teeth in annoyance. He had thought that, at least in this world, Dumbledore would be better, and even though he wasn't a manipulative bastard like his alternate version, he was still a big annoyance with his trolling.
It seemed as though it was his other trick to have fun with him since he knew how much Harry didn't want to go in a crowd of people he knew.
Harry tried to find a way out of it, but then he thought of it. He already doesn't have anything to do with his time, and he does, in actuality, want to see the Diagon Alley when it's filled with happy and excited students.
It's been so long since all he remembered seeing at Diagon Alley was sadness and gloom.
With his mind made up, he looked at Dumbledore and nodded. 'Alright, I will go to Diagon Alley in the evening today."
By the raising of his eyebrow, it seemed that Dumbledore was surprised with him agreeing, but then his lips curled into a wide smile: "Brilliant Harry, glad you thought about it; now I think you should go as well; you have to get mentally ready for the evening."
"I'm not going on a battlefield, old man," Harry muttered, standing up to make his way out.
"Have a nice evening, Harry," Dumbledore said, chuckling as Harry just glared at him in reply.
The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with children and their parents, all of them excited to look and buy their new term books and other important things.
Children's were running around from all ages as they just looked at new things in the shops, and one of the most crowded shops like always was the Quidditch Accessories Shop, where all of them were pressing against the glass looking at the new brooms in fascination.
The first-year students were waving their new wands excitedly, while the older students were buying their new supplies and uniforms that they had outgrown.
And among them was Harry, just standing there, taking the whole scene in.
He may have been irritated at Dumbledore for forcing him to come here, but he was glad now that looking at the happy, excited faces of the young students brought back memories of his own Hogwarts days when he was just like them as well.
Walking around the bursting streets, Harry looked at the shops and felt nostalgic.
Looking to the left, he saw the Ollivanders Wand Shop and looked at the new students trying to find their wands. He remembered how much time it took him to find his.
On the next step to his right, he saw the Quidditch shop and chuckled as he looked at the teens gawking at the model of a broom.
He remembered that he was just like that in his third year when he came here and looked at the firebolt while daydreaming about flying it, which he did later in the year.
Thinking about his third year, his eyes then went to the Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour.
He recalled how the owner of the shop gave him free ice cream every day during his third-year break when he used to do his homework here in this shop. Looking inside, he saw the same old man, albeit younger now, serving ice cream with a smile on his face.
Looking to his left, he stopped as he saw Madam Malkin's robe shop and remembered how he needed new clothes to wear for his profession.
He had been wearing the clothes he found in his room, and even though they were of very good quality, they were not tailored perfectly for him.
With that in mind, he made his way to the shop but stumbled just when he reached the shop door as someone barged straight into him. Fortunately for both of them, Harry planted his foot and stopped falling on his ass.
He looked down at the person who had collided with him and saw a head of silky, long red hair on his chest.
The person pulled away and stammered in her soft voice, but Harry wasn't listening to her as he stood shocked as he looked into the very familiar green eyes.
Lily Evans.
Harry couldn't believe he was seeing his mother, his very alive teenage mother, with his own eyes.
Even as she blushed and apologised to him, all Harry thought was how beautiful she was. Harry knew his mother was beautiful, as evident by the pictures of hers and from her stories.
But seeing her with his own eyes, he realised she was actually stunning, with her long red hair, beautiful heart-shaped face, and very nice curved body. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
When he looked into her eyes, Harry finally became aware of why others called his eyes beautiful, though he did notice his was a little brighter and sharper emerald green.
Harry didn't even know he zoned out while his mother apologised to him, but thanking Lily's mother's voice brought him back.
"Lily, I told you to look where you are going; you could have hurt the poor guy," Lily's mother scolded her.
Lily blushed, and Harry thought how cute she looked. "I know, mom, and I am sorry."
"It should be the young man here who you should be apologising to, not me," Mrs. even told her.
Lily nodded and turned towards him. "I am so sorry again, please, for colliding with you like I really didn't mean it, and I was just looking back and didn't even sa-"
Harry chuckled and cut off Lily's rambling. She blushed again, realising she was rambling in nervousness.
He shook his head. "Please, you don't have to apologise; it's not your fault it happens, Lily," he soothingly said with a smile.
Lily's eyes widened. "You know me?"
Harry smirked. "No, but I heard your mother call you by your name."
Lily blushed again while Harry and her mother laughed at her.
Mrs. Evans nodded at him. "It's rare to meet someone so young and polite like you, young man, and by the way, I am Rose Evans, and here is my daught-"
"I am Lily Evans, Hogwarts' sixth-year student," Lily introduced herself before her mother could. Rather than feeling offended, Rose just smirked with an eyebrow raised at her daughter's antics.
"And my name is Harry Peverell," Harry introduced himself.
"Do you go to Hogwarts as well? Because I would have remembered seeing you," Lily asked, then blushed as she realised how eager she sounded.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. "No, I don't; I am past the school age and have actually just moved here in England."
"Oh," Lily said, disappointed in her voice. Harry noticed.
"Lily, I'm sure Harry has many other things to do; you are wasting his time," Rose said to Lily.
"No, don't worry, Mrs. Evans; I have quite enjoyed my time talking with Lily." Harry smiled at Lily. "Though I do understand that you also have other things to do, we may continue our talk next time we meet."
"Will we see each other again?" Lily asked with hope.
Harry smirked. "Much sooner than you think." He winked, and then, with one last nod to Rose, entered the clothing shop.
Lily and Rose walked towards their next shop, with Lily still having Harry on her mind and Rose looking at her with a smirk.
"He was quite good-looking, wasn't he?" Rose asked innocently.
Lily nodded. "He was so handsome," she sighed wistfully, and then her eyes widened as she looked at her mother's smirking face.
She blushed. "I...I me..mean, yeah, he was cute and charming and" she stuttered, trying to defend herself while Maria giggled at her.
"Ah, don't worry, darling, I can understand. Harry is quite a specimen; there is nothing wrong with having a crush, and you have my permission to date him." She teased Lily.
"Mum!" Lily whined.
Maria shook her head. "Lily, you never had a boyfriend; it's about time you have one; in fact, I think I need to teach you the things I did to seduce your father." She slyly bit her lips.
Lily's face turned in horror. "Mum, I don't want to hear what you and your father used to do, please!" She whined and ran away from her mother, who just giggled, enjoying teasing her daughter.
"Oh, Lily," Maria sighed. "No matter how much you try to deny it, I know once you get your eyes on a boy you want, you will take him by no means; after all, you are my daughter," she smirked, snickered to herself, and chased her embarrassed daughter.
Back in the shop, Harry was getting his measurements checked for the fitting, and an eager young woman was doing her job very dedicatedly; she was really taking her time taking measurements and feeling every inch of his body.
Harry was aware of what she was doing, but he didn't have it in him to say anything; he just found the situation amusing.
This wasn't the first time this had happened to him. He wasn't naive; he knew he was an attractive man, as was proved by the fact that so many girls and women had tried to get in his pants in the past.
Thankfully, as she was almost grabbing his manhood, Madam Malkin came in at the right time, and the girl finally began taking measurements of things she should have been doing all along.
"We have all the best quality materials available, Lord Peverell. Which one do you want?" Madam Malkins asked, showing him the catalogue.
Harry scanned the catalogue and told her what he wanted: "I would like all my robes in acromantula silk, the boots, gloves, and the jacket in dragon hide."
Malkin nodded. "And how many sets?"
"I want seven sets of shirts and pants of different colours, black and green jackets, black gloves and boots, and lastly, four robes in black and dark green." Harry listed.
Malkin noted down, eagerly delighted with the size of the order, "Is that all?" She asked, and Harry nodded. "Alright, then you will get this order in two days, my lord."
She then turned to the girl. "Sarah, take the Lord Peverell measurements correctly; there should be no mistake," she said sternly to her assistant, who nodded nervously.
Harry tried not to snort; it looked like Madame Malkin knew what her assistant was doing instead of measuring him.
Madam Malkin went into the back after that, and her assistant began taking the measurements again, but this time she was doing it properly; she definitely didn't want to upset her boss.
Harry stood there in boredom as she did her job, but then the shop door opened, and as he looked in the mirror, a tall, beautiful blonde girl came into the shop.
Even through the mirror, Harry could see that she was a very beautiful girl, and her aristocratic face and manners screamed that she was from a big magical family.
Though for some reason he felt he knew who she was, she looked very familiar, but try as he might, he couldn't put a name to her face.
Unfortunately, she was not alone, as three boys entered behind her.
With one look at the boy at the front, Harry recognised him easily; after all, he could never forget that ugly pointy face and blonde hair.
Lucius Malfoy
Harry always thought Draco was a real carbon copy of his father, and he had been proven right as he saw 19-year-old Lucius, and it was not just the face, but their manners and the arrogant look on the face were the same as well.
And if Harry had to guess, the two boys with him were Crabbe and Goyel's father.
"Why are you running away from me, Narcissa?" Lucius said, in his disgustingly sweet voice.
Harry's eyes widened as he heard the name of the girl.
Narcissa
Now he knew why he remembered her; she was Draco's mother in the future, and by the look of her, Harry didn't know how she married a dickhead like Lucius.
"I wasn't running away from your Lucius; I wanted a new robe; that's why I came here, and I wasn't aware you were calling me." Narcissa stoically said, but Harry could see she was nervous and lying and didn't want to be anywhere near the blonde idiot.
Lucius shook his head and tutted. "Narcissa, why are you lying to your future husband?"
"We are not betrothed, Lucius," Narcissa said, gritting her teeth.
Lucius arrogantly smiled. "Ah, but we will be when my father and yours seal our betrothal this year, and then you will be mine." He leered and tried to touch her, but was stopped by an icy voice behind them.
"Get away from her." All of them turned to see who had said that and saw an enraged Bellatrix Black.
Harry's breath hitched as he saw the girl who had become closest to him before her death in his world. She looked so changed that Harry would have never recognised her.
And she looked absolutely pissed at Lucius.
Bellatrix walked inside, stood protectively in front of her sister, and looked at Lucius in the eyes, who was hateful looking at her.
"What did you say, Black?" Lucius sneered at her.
"I said get away from my sister, Lucy," Bellatrix smirked at him, making more anger using the name she had given him.
Harry bit his cheek to not laugh as he remembered her telling him about that nickname.
"Stay out of it, Bellatrix; this didn't involve you," Lucius spat.
"Of course it fucking does," Bellatrix snapped. "You are irritating my sister, so yes, it does involve me."
"I am talking with my future wife y-"
Bellatrix laughed and cut him off, making him angrier.
"You.. you.. really think I would let my sister marry a dunce like you," Bellatrix gasped in between her laugh.
Lucius, with his face red in anger, took out his wand and stepped closer to her. "Watch your tongue, you bitch," he sneered while pointing his wand at her threateningly.
But Bellatrix stood her ground and looked at him without fear. "Or what, Lucy, huh, what are you going to do without your daddy's help?" She mocked him.
Harry had enough; he had been a bystander until now, but now the wand was drawn, and he knew he had to stop this fight.
"Put that wand away right now," he ordered, stepping in between them.
All of them turned and looked at him in surprise, as none of them had noticed him being there for so long. The two bodyguards of Malfoy were looking at him with confusion, while their leader was looking at him with a scowl.
On the other hand, Bellatrix was looking at him up and down, sizing him up with interest in her eyes, while Narcissa, well, she was looking at him with something in her eyes that Harry had seen many times before in other girls.
"Who do you think you are trying to get between our matters?" Lucius sneered, his eyes twitching.
"Believe me, I had no intention of interfering until you pulled out your wand, and I can't let you throw spells for fighting in a public place like this." Harry firmly replied while looking at the shorter and inferior man.
Lucius opened his mouth to reply, but fortunately, at that moment, Madame Malkin came back.
"What's going on here?" she asked while looking at the big and tense crowd in her shop.
"Madam Malkin, this boy has been harassing these girls and even drew his wand on them when they tried to deny him," Harry told her.
"He is lyi-"
"Mr. Malfoy, I know you very well." Malkin interrupted the red-faced blonde. "I don't need to hear anything from you to know that you are the one guilty here. I would advise that if you don't have anything to buy from here, please leave my shop, or else I will tell your mother about this." She threatened him.
Lucius face had turned from red to white as he heard her threat about telling his mother, and in fear, he threw one last look of hate at Harry and Bellatrix and left the shop with his bodyguard.
Malkin sighed. "I'm deeply sorry about that, my lord." She apologised to him.
Harry shook his head. "It wasn't your fault, my lady. There are many idiots like that boy in this world who we see every day. You don't need to apologise for him." He said with a smile, then frowned, "By the way, is my bill ready? Your assistant has taken my measurement."
"Ah yes." Malkin nodded and took out a register under her desk. "If you will give me just one second, my lord, I will make the bill right now."
Harry nodded and smiled. "Please take all the time you need."
With his talk with Madame Malkin, he had forgotten about the two young blacks behind him.
"We didn't need your help."
Harry turned around and saw Bellatrix standing with her arms crossed, looking defiantly at him.
"I'm sorry?" Harry asked with a furrowed eyebrow.
"I said we didn't need your help; I would have handled Lucy on my own." She said with narrowed eyes while her sister hissed at her with an embarrassed face.
Up so close, Harry finally got a good look at them, and he was left stunned by the beauty of both sisters.
Narcissa, even being younger, was the taller sister between them by an inch, but she was still good, 5 inches shorter than his 6 feet 2; she had the beautiful blonde hair that came up to her waist in a gentle breeze; her angular, sharp face, blue mesmerising eyes, and her very attractive body really made her a very beautiful witch.
Marrying Malfoy had definitely had an effect on her beauty because he didn't remember her being so beautiful in her later years.
And as he looked at Bellatrix, Harry confirmed again that he would have never recognised her.
With her black curly hair, her face, which was softer than her sister but was no less beautiful, and her alluring violet eyes, she captured him when he looked at them, not to even say anything about her curvy, sinful body.
He recalled seeing the older Bellatrix of his world and noticing her long-past beauty, but he would have never thought how beautiful she really used to look if he hadn't been thrown into this world.
Coming out of his thoughts, Harry realised he had been staring at them, not wanting to make himself look like a pervert. Harry chuckled and went back to the conversation with Bellatrix.
"I didn't interrupt to save you or anything; believe me, you were handling him brilliantly; I just couldn't see him harassing your beautiful sister like that." He said, making Narcissa blush from the compliment.
He then ignored Bellatrix and looked at the blushing Narcissa. "I don't think we have been introduced," he asked, and she shook her head. "Then let me fix that; I am Harry." He introduced himself and raised his hand.
Narcissa put her hand on his and replied, "I am Narcissa Black."
Harry smiled charmingly and kissed her knuckle. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
He smirked at Narcissa's increased blush on her face and saw the irritated look on Bellatrix's face. He saw something in her eyes as she looked at their joined hands, and was it jealously?
He then turned to her and gave his hand to her as well. "And yours, my lady."
Bella looked at his hands for a long time and finally gave hers, "Bellatrix Black."
Harry kissed her knuckles as well. "Female warrior, an absolutely suiting name for you," he smiled.
And even as Bellatrix tried her hardest, she still couldn't stop the blush on her face.
Harry was reminded of where they were by Madame Malkin's voice.
"Here is your bill, my lord."
Harry turned to the desk and looked at the bill. His whole purchase was an expensive one, but it left hardly any dent in Peverell's fortune. With a flourish of quill, he signed the bill, and with a tap of his family ring, he paid it.
"Thank you for coming, my Lord. I hope you will come again soon in the future." Madam Malkin smiled, very satisfied with the big sale.
Harry nodded. "I will, whenever I need new clothes."
He then turned to the black sisters, "It was nice meeting you, Narcissa, and Bellatrix." He grinned. "I'm sure we will meet again very soon."
Before they could reply, he made his way out but stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder at Bellatrix.
"And congratulations on being chosen as this year's head girl, Bella." He smirked, winked at her, and left the shop, leaving behind a shocked Bellatrix.
"H..how did he know?" Bellatrix gasped and turned to her sister. "Cissa, how did he.." She stopped as she looked at her sister's face, who was still staring at the place where Harry was with a dreamy smile.
"CISSA!" Bellatrix yelled at her sister, breaking her trance state.
"W.. what? Why are you shouting?" Narcissa whined while rubbing her ears.
"Did you not hear what he just said before he left?" Bellatrix asked.
"No, I didn't."
"Of course you didn't," Bellatrix huffed. "He congratulated me for being selected as head girl."
Narcissa frowned in confusion. "What's wrong, then? You deserve to be congratulated."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Bellatrix said in frustration, throwing her hand up. "The problem is, how did he know about that?"
"I don't know."
Bellatrix huffed in reply, and then she remembered a way she could find out about him and turned to Madam Malkin.
"Madam, can you tell me what that guy's name was?" She asked the shop owner.
"You didn't know?" Madam Malkin asked in shock, and both sisters shook their heads. "Well, that was the Lord Peverell everyone has been talking about."
Bellatrix and Narcissa's eyes widened at hearing the name.
Of course, they had heard about Lord Peverell; it had been the topic of discussion in every wizarding house since the news had been out about the new Peverell emerging after centuries.
Bellatrix, since she had heard about him, was very interested in finding out and meeting the man who had brought back the family everyone thought was dead.
But now it seemed he had found her before she could find him, and Bellatrix was shocked, to say the least, after meeting him. She had never expected him to be so young; he hardly looked a couple of years older than her.
If she was interested in him before, she was now more obsessed with finding out everything about the handsome hunk of a man with those beautiful eyes.
It was finally the day that Harry had been waiting for for the past two weeks since he had arrived in this world.
On the stage in the great hall, Harry was sitting to the left of Dumbledore beside the empty chair of Minerva on the teacher's table, eagerly waiting for the students to come in.
He had been waiting for this for so long. He had finally accepted his fate; he had been dropped in this world and he couldn't do anything about it, and frankly, coming from an almost dead world where everyone he knew was gone, he had been given a chance to live again and the way he wanted.
And he was going to take this chance with open arms.
As the great hall door opened and students rushed in, he was ready for this new life in this different and yet the same world.
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