A/N JK ROWLING OWNS EVERYTHING CUZ SHE QUEEN.

Silence had rung in her ears for so long, she barely believed it when she heard the soft breathing of a young boy not far away.

Warily, she opened her eyes to be blessed with a sight she had lost hope of seeing.

"Mon fils?"

There he stood, the boy she thought she'd never be able to see again, her son.

"Mum? Dad?"

A watery smile lit up her face as she reached out to touch him, only to be stopped by the paper walls in front of her. She snatched her hand away, as if burned, before looking warily back up at Harry.

•—•—•

Harry stumbled back, bumping into some silverware, startled at this development. Him, an orphan, was talking to his mum. His dead mum. It was a lot to take for him.

"Um, hi?" Harry asked awkwardly, unsure of how to act towards the parents he never knew. He wanted to know them, sure, but they knew him as a young babe, not the teen he's grown into. They were his birth parents, but they had no part in raising him, they didn't teach him how to walk, talk, read, write. They decided that a war was worth more than making sure their child had a loving family raise him. So, yeah.

Awkward

He knew he was being harsh, but he was going to be raised by the Dursley's if it weren't for Merlin. The Dursley's. Who, in Merlins wise words, are 'Absolute bloody dollop-heads'. However, he thought, if they're willing to put effort in to make up for it, i suppose I will as well.

So, with his mind made up, he prepared to have a 'fun' chat with the people who birthed him.

"I'm Harry, though of course you'd know that, you are my parents after all, of course you'd know my name, you gave me my name, not that you used it much, no that's not what I meant, I mean you probably had a nickname or something I dunno I guess I ju-" The boy cut himself off, before scratching his neck and sheepishly saying; "I'm rambling aren't I?"

The man that looked so similar to him chuckled. "Just a tad, prongslet, it's okay though. Trust me, we're as nervous as you"

Harry raised an eyebrow, unbelieving. "Reaaally, Mr Cool As A Cucumber? You are nervous? I'm sooooo convinced"

"Oi, cheeky"

Harry simply responded with an impish grin, and with that action, all tension dissolved, and all that was left was a broken family, finally reunited.

They spoke for hours upon hours, all sorts of things from the truth of Harry's upbringing (including the Dursley's, at which Lily furiously spat a word Harry never expected to hear from his mothers house), to Harry's hobbies, his hardships, the houses he is part of, and finally, they finished on Dumbledores horrendous treatment of the young Potter.

"I knew he was bad, but this- this is too much. He... he almost ruined you, he was shaping you, training you to be his wEAPON. THE AUDACITY OF THAT-"

At this point James wrapped his arms around his furious wife, in a feeble attempt to calm her down, stroking her her soothingly.

"Ahhh, the famous Evan temper strikes once again. Darling, if you want to take him down you need to be smart. You can't let your emotions get to your head, alright?"

Lily took a deep breath and swiftly nodded, moving closer into her husbands grasp, before calmly opening her eyes and looking at her son.

"Harry, dear, it must be getting late. You should probably head home now, remember, you can take us if you would like."

"I- where would you like to go?"

Lily and James smiled softly.

"There's a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, your father and I built it ourselves. We wanted a holiday location that we made, to show you when you were older. It's homier than the mansions, and it's small enough that if you live there on your own, you won't feel lonely."

Harry smiles, "That is where I shall go then"

"I just have one favour to ask", said James hesitantly, "Would it be possible for you to reach out to Remus? He's... I fear he might have... his mental health is not the best. He's... the marauders were his only friends and he woke up one day, 2 dead, one imprisoned and his 'cub' missing. He's a werewolf Harry, he had self esteem issues before, but the loss of his pack... I just want to make sure he's okay."

"Remus? Uncle Moony? Are you kidding? Of course I'll reach out to him! In fact, I'll write him tonight inviting him round. We should probably head off to my new home first, though."

The two adults nodded, before pointing at an old book titled 'Xenia; The Unspoken Law'*. "That's a portkey to the grounds of the cottage. Once there, you will find a young house elf by the name of Ciddy. He is the only one bound to that house, but is still loyal to the house of Potter. It should be in near perfect condition, but I doubt you will see Ciddy for a month or so, she is very shy and prefers to work in the shadows. Just say 'Dévoué' and it will activate"

Harry nodded, and started preparing to leave.

After carefully placing the portrait he had spent so long interacting with into the bottomless pouch he had been provided with, Harry slowly made his way around various trinkets, pocketing those he found fascinating for further analysation later (including various keys, most likely for the various properties he now owned), through the massive doors, and back onto the goblin cart that had been left, ready for his return.

•—•—•

Stepping onto the gravelled pavement on the street behind the leaky cauldron, Harry bought the book to his lips and whispered "Dévoué".

The effect was instant. Harry felt as though a hook behind his naval had been jerked towards the ground, paired with the feeling of his feet leaving the ground and the wind howling, twisting and rushing past him, it made for quite the odd and unpleasant sensation.

However, as quickly as the experience came, it ended, and the young boy found himself flat on his face, in front of a cottage in the Scottish highlands.

Through the twilight hues, he could see the textured, grey slabs, each seemingly a different shade from the others that made up the walls, with a misshapen slate roof was too large to go unnoticed. A dainty wooden fence surrounded it, adding to the idyllic image presented.

The cottage was surrounded by the hills and grasslands of the country it was situated in, like a child in a blanket trying to keep warm from the cold that bit at the ankles, and the wind that howled unforgivingly at times.

And yet the cottage and the surroundings both seemed alive and welcoming, a warm ribbon of smoke rising from the crooked stone chimney. A cottage that would have looked abandoned if not for the smoke. The chaotic nature of the, well, nature was welcome to the boy who only ever knew surprise and chaos, the boy who was sat, revelling in the wonderful sight he had been blessed with.

Here was a house that was made with love. For him. By his mum and dad.

Slowly tearing his eyes away from his new home (home! He'd never really had one of those before, the Dursley's was a prison, and merlin just kinda... had a bubble?) Harry searched through his bag to find the keys he had picked up from his vault, and selected the one with the Scottish flag on, clearly a new one. It was the only modern style, and it didn't have a large layer of rust yet, so, he figured, this must be the one.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed past the gate, walked towards the front door and slotted the key in.

He turned it slowly.

Click

Exhaling deeply, the boy let out a giddy laugh as he pushed the front door open, ready to start his new life, starting with that letter to uncle moony...

Or he could jump on the beds first.

Yep. Definitely going to jump on beds first

A/N

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