Harry came out of his room, rubbing his eyes, and immediately noticed something different. While the room he had woken up in looked exactly the same, he was now in a different location. His old room had been down the left hallway, and was the 11th door on the left. Now, as he looked down over the banister to the stairwell, he noted that he had come out of a previously locked room, the door just opposite to the left stair set if stairs. He looked towards the kitchen and noticed his caretaker was currently sitting, head in one hand, and a half eaten sandwich in the other.

With a smile, Harry took off down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and within seconds, he was walking up to the kitchen table. "Good morning, Mrs. Semenova, how're you feeling."

His bright attitude did nothing but cause him to receive a glare in response. He frowned as he noticed dark circles under the woman eyes once more. Something else he noticed, were her normal blue and gray eyes.

"You seem awfully chipper for someone who nearly died two days ago."

The boy blinked at that bit of news. "Was it that bad?"

The woman scowled, glaring at the sandwich in her hands, "I don't know how I didn't catch the leak. I was fine after a few hours of rest, but you were gone. Twice I thought I had lost you… brat." He grinned as she threw in that half hearted insult at the end.

"Well, I'm feeling much better now!" Honestly, he had never felt better, his very being almost felt electrified.

"That's just a side effect, you'll go back to your normal self in a few days, it'll take time to burn off the extra magic you have swimming through your body."

"Why would something like that happen? Does it have to do with the cure."

The woman grimaced once more, "Not the cure, no, but I used something else in order to try and stave off the affects of the poison while I worked on the cure."

"Well thanks for saving me I guess, I owe you one."

The woman finally let out a laugh at his words, "You should be carefully through out words like that, kid. Some people will drag you to the ends of the earth in response."

With a smirk she then pushed a plate towards him, and he finally noticed that it was just two pieces if bread with a slice of ham and cheese haphazardly thrown on it.

Noticing his lingering gaze, Ashleigh spoke, "I've got Minnie and all the other elves moving half the house around, I only moved a few of my experiments when you first came here, it's why I just stuck you so far down the hall originally. I never thought something like this would happen. So I'm now making sure the only things remotely near your room, are harmless things. In the mean time, I can't cook, I've always had to rely on a house elf. My mother never saw fit to teach me, so I never bothered to learn."

"Oh..."

She laughed at the boy's almost downcast expression, it was different from the laugh from his dream, deeper, but still soft. "Sorry if the sandwich isn't as posh as Minnie's normal meals."

"No, no," Harry jumped, swiping the sandwich with a forced grin, and promptly took a bite. He nearly gagged. He wasn't sure how she had messed up a 3-ingredient ham and cheese sandwich, but whatever she had done, he wanted nothing to do with it.

"Yeah, I know it's bad."

With great remorse he finished the sandwich is as little bites as he could, trying not to show his disgust. He vowed that once his questions were answered, he would cook for them, but until then.

"Did it hurt? While you were... ya know." He wanted to know if everything had really been a dream or not.

Ashleigh gave a soft smile at the boys worry, "No, kid, I barely felt a thing. It simply gave me a feeling of unwellness I suppose you were out of it, though. Did you experience any pain?"

"No, just some strange dreams." Well that seemed to answer everything, he wondered how long it took for him to pass out after she had.

"You were mumbling in your sleep," she started, "Well, when I checked on you once or twice. I'm surprised you never woke up.

"I did, um wake up that is at one point. You were holding my hand when I first woke up. Kneeling by my bed." He suddenly spoke up after several minutes of silence.

"Must have been your imagination..." the woman had a grimace on her face, thought it didn't seem directed at him.

"I was panicking for a bit, but when I saw you I calmed down." She seemed almost stunned at his confession. "So thank you, for looking after me anyways. I know you only took me in to get a favor from the headmaster… but thanks."

"It's not… I didn't only take you in because of Wulfric." She had a look of genuine sadness now.

"Was it because of something to do with my dad?"

"A little after my son was born, he became very sick. We, Hadrian and I, were very worried, it had a 90 percent fatality rate. I begged the Professor to help me find a cure. He convinced Slughorn to help, and the three of us worked for almost 4 days straight. Eventually, as my baby boy was minutes away from death, Slughorn stumbled his way onto a cure. Completely by accident. Hadrian and I celebrated, we were so happy, surely our family was blessed. We were so happy…" she trailed off with a look of longing.

"What happened after that?" Harry pushed.

Her eyes fell to the table, and she seemed to almost collapse in on herself, "We on got a few months together after that before… well anyways that doesn't matter. I took you in because I was curious, I suppose, I wondered how much, if at all, you were like my husband, or if you were more like Charlus or Fleamont. All three of them were so different."

"Could you maybe tell me more about them? People only ever tell me about my father, but I don't know anything about the rest of my family. I don't even know who Charlus or Fleamont is."

"I…" she bit her lip and looked away. "Some other time… brat."

He almost missed the twitch of her lips after almost forgetting to insult him. "That's alright, we've got the whole summer… hey, it's almost 12, right?"

The woman flicked her wrist and a temps spell activate. "Little after 12 now."

"What's your favorite lunch?" He pushed himself out of his chair."

"Favorite lunch?" She took a moment to think, "Hadrian went on a pasta binge once after our honeymoon to Italy. He'd always make Spaghetti Bolognese for lunch every Sunday for 4 months. I think at the time I always wanted to curse him, but it was perfect after the first few attempts. Why?"

Harry made his way over to the pantry, only needing to call Minnie for help once, and after explaining his plans to her, she begrudgingly helped him out. Soon the house began to fill with the smell of fresh tomato source and fresh baked garlic bread.

He wouldn't even realize until the next day, that it was Sunday.