It had officially been two weeks since Harry had arrived at his new his new temporary home. It was still a whirlwind every day, whether it was the continued antics of Jackson and the others coming over and causing a mess, hastily writing letters to his friends while explosions happened throughout the other floors above him, or some other unknown activity, like fending off pixies as they tried to steal his homework. He was upset over that situation; Ashleigh still hadn't apologized for "accidentally" letting them loose.

He felt exhausted at this point, having to constantly look over his shoulder was getting on his last nerve.

"Would young master likes anything from Minnie's." the fearsome House Elf asked as she hobbled by the kitchen table.

"No thanks, Minnie," Harry mumbled as he stared at Hermione's newest letter. He had read it a few times already, but was still stuck on one line.

"Heres." a cold glass was soon pressed against the back of his hand as the elf slowly walked away from him.

He took the cold glass of cranberry juice with a roll of his eyes before throwing down the letter and standing. He'd think on her words as he explored the house more.

Originally, he had assumed there were only two floors of the house, but after constantly hearing noises, mostly explosions, coming from above his room some days, he figured there was more to find in the magical house, similar to the Weasley family home. The halls seemingly stretched on for some time, with countless doors on either side. Most seemed normal, others shook with great force, some were even left open by a crack, but quickly closed as he grew near. He quite liked the large double doors that were covered in lion motifs and growled at him as he moved closer. He stood there for sometime thinking of his School House and grinning as he moved in and out of the doors range.

Of course he also moved passed doors that genuinely gave him worry, one sounded as if a man was being tortured, screams echoing down the hallway. He tried entering that one, worry creeping into his heart, but the second he touched the door's handle, a house elf appeared and told him off.

"Nos worries young master, tis nothing living in there, nos need to saves anyone." That hadn't reassured him at all.

After sometime, ignoring many other hallways along the way, he eventually arrived at a familiar location. The scent of dinner being prepared wafted up the second floor staircase, and Harry realized that he was back at the second floor landing. He frowned, having though he had continued straight on during his trip, he didn't think he had made any turns, and as he looked back, he didn't notice a curve at all. But sure enough, as he peeked over the banister, he saw Minnine down in the Kitchen, preparing food, his bag and letter sitting on the nearby table. He almost walked down the stairs but a slight cough from behind him made him decide to ditch those plans.

Behind him was normal looking door that was cracked open. He stepped forward, and this time, the door did not swing shut. He heard a cough again so he took another step, this time slowly pushing the door open. He grinned at the silence of the well greased hinges, he could hear his uncle cursing up a storm every time he had tried to get them to be as quiet. He then frowned and wondered if perhaps they were simply spelled to be silent. He felt like that would be cheating.

"The house elves keep good care of the place." Harry looked away from the door and started inside the room. Ashleigh was leaning over a large table with a frown marring her face. Her normally pale cheeks were also a bright red, and beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead. He wondered if she was sick.

"You're too observant for your own good, kid. But no, I don't get sick. Just allergies or something." She dropped the subject, and went back to her work.

Harry peeked over her side and saw that she seemed to be studying several scrolls that were sprawled out over the table. Every once in a while, she would pick one up, holding it up into the light overhead. Whenever she did this, he would notice her eyes light up slightly and change color.

"Form of mage sight." She grimaced at something on one of the scrolls.

"How can you read minds like that?" Harry asked, after studying Marcius' books for his Charms essay he had come to learn about the mind arts, but most of them needed some form of eye contact.

She did not answer .

After a few minutes of silently holding his glass and watching his caretaker, he slowly began looking around the table for a spot to set his drink. Apparently, Ashleigh saw him, fore with a simple wave of her hand, a small table appeared by his side, a coaster with his name sat squarely in the middle.

"You can use wandless magic?" He questioned.

"Something like that," she muttered non-committedly.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked.

The woman started and froze. Slowly she turned to him with a questioning look.

He looked sheepish and began to rub the back of his head, "Well its just, you really don't sound good. I mean you always give short answers that don't really answer anything, but it seems like you're just trying not to use your voice too much. And every once in a while I see you twitch, and before I came in I heard coughing… so are you sure you're not sick?"

Ashleigh out down the scrolls she was holding, and began to turn, mouth opening to speak… but nothing came out before she began to collapse. Harry watched her knees begin to buckle and darted forward, barely managing to wrap his arms around her stomach in time.

"Minnie!" Harry shouted once the woman went limp in his arms.

Instantly there was a crack, "Mistress!" The elf snapped her fingers and suddenly Harry was lying down on a bed with the woman unconscious on top of him. He felt a weight appear beside him and suddenly his caretaker was lifted off his form, and he was able to move over. He watched as the elves began to trans figure the woman clothes before placing her in the bed, blankets coiling around her. Her head drooped to the side, starting at him almost lifelessly. He could have sworn her blue grays eyes were almost a purple color. But before he could look more closely, he was suddenly sitting at the kitchen table, half a second latter his drink from earlier appeared in his hand.

He ignored the shaking of his hands, and took a sip.

He didn't know what to do.