Red dragon

20

"You have a licence?" The Auror spoke for the first time.

"You can see it if you like. It was renewed February." The Auror nodded but told her it wasn't necessary; he was just checking. "Right Harry get your books in the bag. Where's Hedwigs Cage?" She asked pulling away from the boy.

"By Candace's." Harry grabbed the cage and coaxed the owl into it. "That's a good girl. Do you have owls?"

"Yes Olivers and mine." Leslie explained to Harry.

Harry sighed in relief. "She gets pretty lonely." Harry nodded and placed his books in his books beside his trunk. ".." He spoke softly and the trunk opened for his books to be placed in.

"What kind of a password is that?" Oliver asked with a grin.

"One that's difficult to guess." Oliver had to hand it to the seeker; he couldn't remember a password like that. In face all he could remember was that there were zeros in it.

"Is that everything Harry?" Leslie asked.

"Yes Mr Wood." Harry held Zana in his arms; she was going to be too big for that soon.

"Come on Boys. We need to catch the Knight bus."

"You could use my Floo. If you like?" Mrs Figg offered.

"That would be lovely Mrs Figg." Eleanor took Hedwig from Harry and ordered her husband to pick up Harrys Trunk. "Thank you ever so much."

"You be good to my grandson." Mrs Figg shook the woman's hand.

"I swear. Oliver would disown us if we tried." She answered honestly. "Come along; Oliver, Lee, Harry."

"Harry would you like us to come with you." The professor asked.

"I think I'm fine Professor. See you soon Gran. Thank you."

The old woman hugged him with a meaningful nod.

"We'll check on you soon." The Professor told the boy as he was engulfed in flames.

"REOAW!" Zana jumped from the fire into the living room. She looked at her paws and howled in horror. She was covered in soot. How dare her master subject her to such a thing!

"Oh Princess I'm sorry here we go girl." Harry brought out his wand. "Oh shoot I can't use magic outside of Hogwarts."

Eleanor laughed. "Here we go kitty." She waved her wand and Zana was her beautiful shiny grey again; not that horrid matty black.

"Meow." Zana rubbed herself around the woman's legs.

"She says thank you." Harry smiled.

"Well your welcome little kitty." Eleanor smiled. "How is she around other cats? I have a cat Maeve around here somewhere."

"She's fine at Grans; Her names Zana." The cat seemed to feel better now and moved back to her master; his betrayal entirely forgiven.

"Here Harry let me show you round. This is the living room." Oliver motioned around the room they were in. It was quite large and well furnished. There were lots of photos and paintings scattered around. "See them." Oliver pointed to the wall. "That's most of my family- you get used to them."

"Oliver be respectful." Eleanor scolded before pinching the bridge of her nose. "Lee darling could you take Harrys things up to his room."

"I can do that."

"Don't you dare Harry." Leslie told him. "I like to impress her by carrying heavy things; you'll damage my ego." The man winked. "Outh. Gosh this is heavy." He began walking up the stairs with the chest that had been given a feather light charm.

Oliver rolled his eyes but Harry smiled. "Come on Harry I'll show you the kitchen. We have a house elf Clo. She's been here since my great, great Grandfather was born."

Harry was introduced to the little house elf. She was shorter than dobby. She wore an orange Gingham dress- it looked like a table cloth- and a yellow bow on her left ear. She was really friendly and kind.

The house was bigger than Harry had expected. The kitchen and dining rooms were pretty big. The library was only a little smaller than the one Harry remembered at Grimuald place. Harry had no idea Oliver was well of; he thought he was just, well normal.

This must have been why Olivers family was chosen; they must have money and influence. Harry didn't mind; Oliver wouldn't be a bad person to live with.

Then on the second floor was Oliver's parent's rooms and their studies. Along with a guest room for Eleanor's sister.

Third floor was Oliver's room and the four- well now three- guest rooms. Harry was placed into the room opposite Olivers. He would have to share a bathroom with Oliver but it was far better than Harry had every expected and miles better than he was used to.

If push really came to shove he could go down stairs to the bathroom or even use the one in his trunk.

"This is your room. It's not much but I'm sure I could get mom to decorate."

"Oliver its' great."

"Don't lie Harry…. Here I've got a couple of Quidditch posters that wouldn't fit on my walls; you can have them."

"No its fine; I don't like eyes on me when I'm asleep but Thanks."

"Really okay but hey what are team mates and brothers for?"

Harry looked around. The bed was about the same size as the ones at Hogwarts just with no canopy. The sheets were a soft brown colour and so were the curtains. The walls were cream and the carpet was a dark brown almost black. There was a wardrobe, bedside tables and a desk. There were some shelves pinned to the wall; probably new. Zana had already found them and was starting to climb.

"Are you sure it's alright?"

"It's warm; I like it."

"So now you've seen the house." Oliver dragged him outside. "Look at that."

There was a tiny half of a Quidditch pitch in the garden; it looked onto the forest to the left. To the right of the house a little way away was another house just like it.

"Who lives over there?"

"Umm oh they're the Quinin's. They have two daughters one in my year Ravenclaw and one who should be starting Hogwarts soon. They visit every Christmas; good friends with my mom." He explained. "Now look in here." Oliver opened the large shed.

"Brooms?"

"Yup, dad fixes them. He checks brooms over before matches and all sorts. Moms a mediwitch; She sits in at matches in case someone is injured. If she's not doing that she works at St. Prentins. It's not as busy as St Mungos so she gets more time off to survey matches."

"So that's we're you got your love of Quidditch."

"My great grandfather played Beater in three world cups. He took Scotland to the final one time."

"Cool."

"I know; do you want to practice."

"Oliver, Harry. Lunch!" Eleanor shouted through the window.

"Damn it."

"Later?" Harry asked.

"Defiantly.