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Sunlight streaming through the large window the next morning sent panic surging through Harry. He'd overslept by a lot, and no doubt the Dursleys would be quite angry about having to fix their own breakfast. Or worse, having to do it themselves. It took a moment of blind panic for him to realise he was sleeping directly on the floor and not the lumpy spare bed with springs that dug into his back. For a moment, he was confused.
Then everything from the day before came rushing back to him. His first wish had come true, he'd finally gotten away from the Dursleys. The joy that threatened to bubble over was tempered by the how. They might be out of his life, but James and Alex were completely unknown to him. James had appeared out of nowhere, pulled him into a whole world that was completely unknown to him, and gave the bare minimum of an explanation as to why Harry had been abandoned in the first place. One that definitely wasn't adequate, as far as Harry was concerned. For as long as Harry could remember, he'd been able to do magic. The beatings and punishments he'd endured from the Dursleys until he figured out how to control it proved that. There was absolutely no way James could have thought for even a second Harry had no magic. Not unless he was an idiot, and James didn't strike him as one. There was definitely more to it. That mystery was far beyond his ability to figure out at the moment.
With a sigh, Harry climbed out from under the plush blanket. The last thing he remembered was reading more about the end of the blood war, but, at some point, he'd migrated from the overly plush bed to the dressing room.
When he gathered the blankets up, all three snakes fell onto the floor. They hissed angrily at him, before slipping away. Harry laughed an apology out.
Arms full of the blankets, Harry moved them back to the bed, and ensured there was no sign of him having slept in the dressing room.
The book he fell asleep reading had fallen carelessly on the floor, it's pages bent beneath it. Not knowing how James would react to Harry damaging his belongings, even accidentally, Harry carefully picked it up. After smoothing out the pages the best he could, he placed it gently back on the bed. Hopefully the creases would disappear under the weight of the other books.
He changed into the second outfit he'd been left, brown shirt and trousers with a pale blue jacket thing. The blue jacket had brown detailing along the edges with little wooden buttons. His taped up shoes, which were three sizes too big, looked completely out of place with the outfit.
After attempting to smooth his hair into something other than a chaotic mess, he made his way down to the kitchen. He could smell bacon cooking before he reached the bottom of the staircase. He definitely overate the night before, the decadent dinner had been too much for him to handle.
When he stepped into the kitchen, all thoughts of eating fled his head. Two of the strangest creatures he'd ever seen were flitting about the kitchen, chattering at one another in high pitched voices. The creatures were short, maybe around three feet tall, with heads far too large for their tiny bodies. They had long, pointed ears that looked somewhat like bat wings coming off the sides of their bald heads. In the center of their faces, they had large, bulbous eyes; one had blue eyes; the other brown. Their arms and legs were long and spindly, with bony knees and elbows. Even stranger, instead of clothing, they wore what Harry thought were pillowcases. There was a coat of arms, the same one he'd seen engraved in various things around the house the night before, embroidered onto the front of the pillow case. Neither of them wore shoes.
The green eyed one spotted him, and smiled. Its overly large mouth pulled back to show its teeth.
"Oh! Little Master Harry is home," it squeaked and hurried over to him. "Mippy is so pleased to see Little Master Harry."
"Um..hello?" he said, unsure of what to say to the odd thing.
A laugh came from the table. James was sitting there in the morning sunlight with a newspaper spread out before him, but his attention was on Harry and the creature.
"Meet two of our house elves, Harry. She's Mippy, been without family since before I was born. And," James pointed to the other one, "he's Pokey."
Somehow, Mippy had ushered him to the table while James was speaking.
"Sit, sit. What can Mippy get Little Master Harry?" she asked.
"I..um."
James was still laughing. "Lilly was the same the first time she encountered a house elf," he said. "Just tell her what you want to eat, and she'll bring it. Literally, anything."
Harry was tempted to ask for a full English. He'd made every bit of it a hundred times, but had never been allowed to eat it. "Some eggs, and maybe beans and toast," he settled for.
"Right away, Little Master Harry. Mippy will get it," she said and darted away from the table.
Harry watched her as her and Pokey moved about the kitchen, chatting happily with one another, as they fixed his food.
"They're not fond of being stared at," James said.
Startled, Harry turned back to him. He was still looking at Harry with an amused smile.
"They're…different," Harry said.
James laughed loudly. "I imagine this is all overwhelming."
"A bit," Harry admitted.
James told Harry he could help himself to the pot of tea on the table, as he started in on an explanation of how new witches and wizards were introduced to the Wizarding World. Muggleborns, he called them.
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