"Speaking"

'Thinking'

"Parseltongue"

Writing/Reading

"Yelling"

Greengrasses Manor

Harry gazed around the room with awe, as the entrance room of Greengrass Manor was, in his observation, big enough to put the Dursley's entire house in it. The room was a simple white marble, but it was decorated with beautiful works of art, from marble busts, to beautiful tapestries, and several magical portraits of who Harry assumed were previous generations of Greengrasses. The entrance room led to a long hallway straight ahead of Harry, with a stairway right next it; there were also two doors on either side of the room, that more than likely led to other areas of the Manor. Although he had yet to see the rest of the Manor, Harry couldn't help but think that so far, the entrance room was the most beautiful room part of the Manor.

"Like it Harry?" Cyrus Greengrass asked him, a prideful smile on his face. "My family took great measures to make their home as different as possible from most Pureblood manors, and the entrance hall was definitely apart of that."

Harry couldn't help but feel that he agreed with Lor... no, Uncle Cyrus, as he was told outside. He had been treated well in the brief time that he had been here so far, and he was not going to jeopardize it by forgetting to be casual with the Greengrasses.

"Now Cyrus, don't start telling Harry about the history of the Greengrass Family just yet," Elizabeth Greengrass piped up, gently laying an arm around Harry's shoulders, causing him to flinch, to which both Greengrasses noticed. "He's only been here for about ten or fifteen minutes, and would undoubtedly like to have a small tour around the Manor, before dinner tonight."

Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle at the chastising from his wife, as he knew and understood where she was coming from. Elizabeth believed that children should be able to enjoy themselves whenever they were visiting someplace new, before learning the history of that place. She was undoubtedly trying to do the same for Harry, which made no difference to Cyrus, as it only made him love her even more.

"Of course dear, as always, you are correct."

Elizabeth, smirking at how she was able to get Cyrus to easily agree to her request, looked to Daphne and Astoria.

"Girls, could you please show Harry to his room," She said, looking at the two of them with a kind and loving look. "And then give him a tour of the Manor, while we wait for dinner to be prepared?"

"OK Mum!" Astoria said excitedly, before grabbing Harry's hand, and started dragging him off with her. "Come on Harry, I'll show you the best places in the Manor! Daphne will probably just show you the boring stuff like the library."

"Uhh, OK." Said Harry uncomfortably, as he looked back at Daphne, silently pleading with her to not leave him alone with the hyperactive Astoria.

Elizabeth and Cyrus laughed at Harry's obvious discomfort, while Daphne shook her head in exasperation, before she started following after her betrothed and sister. Elizabeth and Cyrus watched with amused smiles as the kids left. once they were alone however, their demeanor changed from amused and happy, to concerned and fearful. Harry's flinching reaction to Elizabeth putting her hand on his shoulder concerned them, along with the fact that he was skinnier and slightly shorter than the average teenage boy at his age should be. Elizabeth turned to her husband, her facial expression showing her concerns for her beloved godson.

"I don't like the way Harry looks Cyrus," Elizabeth said, looking towards the direction the children went in. "He looks like he doesn't eat that much, he's slightly shorter than he should be at his age; I honestly don't think the Dusleys take care of him the way they should be. But then again, considering what I remember from the few times I visited Lily's home in the summers between our school years in regard to her sister, Petunia hated magic, and anything or anyone connected with it, including Lily. I couldn't believe how she could willingly treat or call Lily in such hurtful words."

Cyrus gently wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's shoulders, and rubbed his hand up and down, calming her down.

"I understand darling," He replied, knowing full well that he wouldn't truly understand one hundred percent what his wife must've witnessed in regards to what Lily's sister treated her. "I think I recall James telling me of how his double date with Lily and her sister and Lily's potential brother-in-law not going so well, and I remember how those two never bothered to show any respect to the other guests at James and Lily's wedding. One thing I'll potentially regret is that I wasn't as close to Lily as you were in regards to friendship, but I promise that no matter what, James and Lily's son will have a family here."

Cyrus' promise seemed to have brought some ease to Elizabeth, as she formed a genuine smile on her face. The two then embraced each other, and drew into a kiss. As they were finishing their kiss, one of their house elves, a well dressed and groomed elf named Anakin, popped into the room. Anakin was wearing an elf sized butler style outfit in a pale blue color, that had the Greengrass Family crest emblazoned on one of the lapels.

"Master and Mistress, Anakin here to inform you that dinner will be ready in an hour." The elf reported, bowing respectfully to the Greengrass elders, who nodded in response with smiles on their faces. "Also Master and Mistress, there are some Floo-calls coming in from the Davis and Zabini families, requesting permission to come through the Floo, and join Master, Mistress, and young Mistresses for dinner tonight, as planned."

Elizabeth and Cyrus looked at each other in shock, as they remembered that they forgot to contact their friends, to inform them of Harry coming over, and wanting him to get used to being in Greengrass Manor. They knew that there was an intense rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses, and with Daphne and Astoria both being in Slytherin House, they didn't want to overwhelm Harry by surrounding him with other Slytherin students. Given that Harry's interaction with Daphne, and in extension Astoria, was more than likely limited to nearly nonexistent (thanks to Dumbledore more than likely), his interaction with Tracey Davis and Blaise Zabini was probably the same; especially since the Potter Family were also once family friends and allies with the Davis and Zabini families along with the Greengrass Family. Elizabeth turned to Anakin to instruct him to inform the Davis and Zabini's that they wouldn't be able to come tonight, on account of Harry, when Cyrus spoke up first.

"Anakin, could you please bring Harry and the girls here real quick?" He said, an idea popping into his head.

Anakin nodded his head, and quickly popped away, to find Harry. With Anakin gone, Elizabeth turned to her husband, a confused look on her face.

"Cyrus, what are you up to?" She asked, slowly starting to suspect that her husband was up to something. "You know I don't want to overwhelm Harry, I just want to get him settled in first before we reintroduce him, properly, to the Davis's and the Zabini's. After all, Tracey and Blaise are both in the same House as Daphne and Astoria; not to mention that Daphne has stated that on a few occasions, Blaise has often been forced to hang out with Draco Malfoy. So more than likely Harry's feelings towards Blaise may more than likely be similar to his feelings towards the Malfoy Heir, and from what Daphne has told us, Harry and Draco Malfoy are hated rivals."

"I know dear, but I think we should let Harry decide for himself." Cyrus replied, defending himself. "We've always chosen to let the kids decide for themselves, on what to do. So if Harry is going to be staying with us, he should decide for himself, if he wants to allow himself to be surrounded by other teenagers his age."

As the teens came back into the room, Cyrus began to walk towards them, after he put his cane back into a nearby umbrella holder. As she watched her husband walk towards their lost and rediscovered family member, Elizabeth thought about what her husband said to her. She honestly couldn't argue that Harry should be surrounded by other children his age, but she really didn't want to overwhelm him with so much knowledge, and people.

"Well Harry, how did you like the room that you were given?" Cyrus asked, a warm smile on his face.

Elizabeth had insisted that Harry be given his own room, and personally decorated it. She had chosen to have the room decorated in Gryffindor colors, since Harry had been sorted into that particular House. The queen sized bed was covered with a scarlet blanket that had gold trimmings, with a pillow that had a gold pillow covering. She had even taken the liberty to have the room decorated with pictures that she and Cyrus had of each of Harry's parents, in the hopes that he could feel comfortable knowing he could see his parents throughout their youth.

"It was brilliant, Uncle Cyrus," Harry answered, a smile growing on his face. "I liked the colors that were chosen for the room, and I especially loved the pictures of my parents. It was nice to see them through their young life."

Cyrus smiled at Harry, before turning to Elizabeth. Elizabeth held a large smile on her face, pleased that her decorations were appreciated by her godson. Knowing that Harry was glad of the decorations, she stepped forward, and pulled him into an embrace, once again feeling him slightly tense, before he relaxed in her arms.

"I'm glad to hear that Harry," She said, her voice emotional, as she spoke to him. "Because I was the one who took responsibility for decorating the room. I thought that it would be good for you to have some familiar colors to give you a comforting feel while you were staying here. As for the pictures of your parents, I thought it would be a good idea for you to see them as they were when they were younger."

Harry smiled at his godmother's admission, as it was helping him to stay in Greengrass Manor easier, maybe even more homely. He reached his arms up, and wrapped them around her, returning the hug. Cyrus, Daphne, and Astoria looked at the embrace of godmother and godson with happiness and pride, as they felt that a piece of their family was restored. Cyrus was reluctant to interrupt the tender moment, but he wanted to know how Harry would feel about being around other kids his age, who were also from Slytherin.

"Harry, I hate to interrupt this moment between you and Elizabeth, but there's something I want to ask you." He asked, wanting to get matters taken cared of as soon as possible. "Now Elizabeth and I don't want to overwhelm you, but we accidentally forgot to cancel dinner plans with a couple of family friends of ours, who were also friends and allies of your family. Because of this, they are waiting for confirmation to come over for dinner, and for the kids to spend the night with Daphne and Astoria. Now, I don't want to allow them in, if you don't feel like being overly surrounded by Slytherins; I will inform them that tonight's plans are canceled for family reasons, and that'll be that. That is unless, you'd like to have other kids your age around, and you can learn more about your parents from the adults."

Harry thought about what his uncle was offering him. On one hand, Cyrus was giving him a chance to make new friends, and expanding his limited Slytherin friends with others that didn't share Malfoy's prejudicial views and ideals, as well as find out more about his family and parents. On the other hand, he understood that Harry preferred to take things slow, and was willing to cancel his original plans for Harry to be comfortable. Harry thought over his options, but the opportunity to learn more about his family was too great to pass up; and besides, it'll give him a chance to really see what a true Slytherin, other than Daphne and Astoria, should be, instead of the loudmouth Draco Malfoy.

"Uncle Cyrus, I'm more than willing to welcome more friends into my life," Harry said, holding his head up high. "And like I said before, regardless of whether they're Gryffindor or Slytherin, they're still kids like me."

Cyrus and Elizabeth looked at each other with grins on their faces, pleased by Harry's response. Cyrus in particular, was especially pleased that Harry was willing to open himself up to others, and looked at his honorary godson.

"Good, but if you're going to introduce yourself to other heirs of influential families, you're going to need better clothes than those bulky Muggle clothes." He said, pointing to Harry's "Dudley castoffs".

Harry felt slightly subconscious of the clothes, as he understood here Cyrus was coming from. He was about to respond, when Daphne stepped up and answered for him.

"They're the only clothes that Harry has daddy," She said, catching the attention of the others in the room. "They're cast offs from his fat cousin, that his Muggle aunt and uncle allow him to have."

Harry watched the reactions of the elder Greengrasses carefully. It was clear and obvious that they didn't like what Daphne had said about the Dursleys. Elizabeth in particular, was absolutely livid that her godson was being forced to wear his cousins far too big clothes, as though he shouldn't be given any sort of dignity.

"That's unacceptable!" She said, her face as red ass Mrs. Weasley's hair. "I will not allow my godson to wear any clothes, that are far too big for him. Fortunately with Magic, we can take some of your measurements, and have the house elves take them to a magical clothing store to have the clothes made. But later this week, I'll take you to Diagon Alley, so that we can get you some robes and Muggle clothes that actually fit you properly. Come on Harry, let's get your measurements taken."

Grabbing Harry's arm, Elizabeth dragged Harry into the parlor room, to have his measurements taken. Cyrus, Daphne, and Astoria watched as the Boy-Who-Lived was dragged off to have his measurements taken. It was a humorous thought, as they all began to chuckle, while going off to do their own things. All going off to get ready for dinner, and the guests who would be arriving in a few hours.