"Yes," he replied. "Not being forced to spend my time away from the castle at the abusive hands of my relatives... and through the efforts of my cousin, Andromeda Tonks, catching up with me and immediately putting me on a regimen of potions... I've been able to recover a great deal from the damage caused by the neglect and malnutrition I suffered of and from their hands.
"From that, I've grown about seven inches and put on about two and a half stone of weight. Health-wise, I'm now at, height and weight, what I should have been; and will be from now on. I'm currently brushing six foot tall and weigh in at just over eleven and three quarters stone - about one sixty five pounds, or seventy five kilos."
As Harry was finishing his explanation he was also shaking hands with Bill and Charlie, who'd stepped forward to shake his hand and tentatively give Hermione a quick hug. Hearing footsteps above, he stepped back to near the fireplace to where he could look up the stairwell and saw the twins looking down over the balcony from their floor.
Both immediately grinned, as did he, and they twin-cried, "Harrikins!" before they came charging down the stairs.
As he was turning back to look at Arthur, Harry saw the man was quietly but firmly 'reminding' his wife that 'Harry dear' was now properly called 'Lord Potter'. Molly just gave a gesture as if flicking him away and turned away from him. Arthur seemed frustrated.
Harry thought he'd give the man a hand.
Looking to Arthur as he heard the twins thump down the stairs, he said, "Thank you for recognising I'm titled, Mister Weasley. It's very much appreciated."
"You're welcome, Lord Potter," Arthur immediately replied. "But, there should be no reason to thank me for doing what is right."
Before Harry could respond, the two twins rounded the bottom banister of the stairs, charged up to him as if racing each other and scooped him up in a three-way hug.
"Harrikins!" they both happily declared before they immediately dropped him back onto his feet and stepped back. "Or, rather―" said the first. "Perhaps it would be better―" said the second. "If we addressed you as―" said the first. "Lord Potter!" they both exclaimed in stereo before dipping into matching courtly bows.
Harry chuckled at their antics and said, "Well, on first meeting me for the day, it's Lord Potter. However, after that first greeting and when in private, I give you leave to call me Harry."
Harry heard Molly give a slight scoff so he turned back to her. "Is there a problem, Missus Weasley?"
While Harry could see Arthur trying to surreptitiously wave her off, Molly ignored him and said, "Surely you don't mean that, Harry dear."
While giving her a direct look he immediately and firmly replied, "I'm afraid I do and I'm afraid I must insist, Missus Weasley. I do not just represent myself, any more. I now represent, as Lord, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter; as Heir Tertiary, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black; and, as a founding partner House, the Potter-Longbottom Alliance. I have to behave and be treated, accordingly. If I don't, people are just going to treat me like a little kid. I'm not and, really, never have been. As well as now holding my Lordship I'm an of-age wizard, which makes me an adult in the eyes of the law."
Molly gave a little huff, but finally gave a single nod of acceptance. However, it was clear she didn't like it.
Hermione, recognising the situation had become a little uncomfortable, asked Arthur, "Where's everyone else?"
Clearly pleased and relieved by the question, Arthur replied, "Ron and Ginny are out at the Quidditch pitch and Percy's probably up in his room either doing homework or writing to his girlfriend."
Molly sniffed and haughtily said, "Ronald should be in his room packing for his move to his Aunt Muriel's later this afternoon."
Neither teen commented on the remark. However, both knew 'Aunt Muriel' to be the family etiquette instructor.
Harry thought, 'If Molly hadn't been so lax in how she behaved regarding the noble Houses, she might not have passed that bad habit onto Ron.'
"I'll just duck out and call our two youngest in," said Arthur, already heading out the back.
As he did so, Molly tried to shepherd the two teens into the kitchen.
"If you're on nutrient potions," she declared, "You'll be needing to eat. Come in and sit at the table while I whip you something up."
"No need, Missus Weasley," Harry disagreed. "Both of us ate quite well before we came over."
"Harry's a good cook," said Hermione. "Together with Dobby's efforts, we all eat very well."
Turning back, Molly looked to Harry and asked, "You cook?"
"Yep," he grinned.
"Very well," added Hermione. "There's now quite a few people who are practically begging to come over for a meal whenever Harry's cooking."
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While Molly was still trying to herd the two teens into the kitchen Arthur, from where he was standing just a little way away from the back of the house, finally had the attention of his two youngest and indicated for the both of them to join him.
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