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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
$Parseltongue$
Chapter 5: Settling down
After his mother gave him a quick tour of the house, Harry was led to his room.
The moment he entered, He was immediately shocked.
The bedroom was huge, there was a king-sized bed on one side, a wooden desk with a leather chair, several chests with gold decorations and runic protections, a big wardrobe many other seemingly expensive things, like a fireplace.
He knew it was only logical that his room would be luxurious, after all, he was now living in a mansion. But he could not help to be surprised after spending half of his childhood in a cupboard and the other half in the spare room with broken furniture that his uncle probably got for free in some junkyard.
He walked around his room and noticed something sticking from the top of the wardrobe.
Using the chair, he managed to get it down.
It was a broom.
"Whoa, this a Numbus 1900. Best broom of its day. It looks like it was never even used, not even once."
It was completely covered in dust and seemed to have been sitting on top of that wardrobe for a while. He then noticed an inscription.
"Happy birthday Harry, we love you. Dad and Mom. 1989."
Harry's grip on the broom got stronger as he gritted his teeth in anger.
"Ungrateful bastard… It seems like the more I find out about that Harry, the less I like him."
Something then occurred to him and started to look into the drawers of the desk.
"Aha!, there is one."
Harry picked up the small diary and placed it on the desk before sitting down.
He had the feeling that an angsty lonely child who seemed to hate everyone would write his complaints somewhere.
The diary only dates back one year, starting August 15, 1990. By the contents, it seems to be Lira's birthday.
He complains about how his father bought her a Nimbus 2000 while they only bought him an older model.
'I guess He never considered the fact that the Numbus 2000 had just come out that year...'
He then talks about how Lyra had always been favored by their parents, especially their father.
Harry kept flipping the pages and reading the contents. The diary is filled with bitterness against his own family, especially his sister Lyra, whom he seems to be very jealous of.
'He almost reminds me of Malfoy.'
The little brat also complains about his lack of friends while Lyra had many and blames it on his parents.
The last pages of the diary had some disturbing contents. Apparently, the other Harry had spent a while planning on stealing his dead grandmother's wand that his father kept stored in their bedroom and making use of it in order to teach his sister a lesson.
'So… not only did you try to hurt or even kill your sister but also destroyed your grandmother's memento in the process. Wow…even Malfoy was a lot better than this. How can a different version of me be so different?.' Harry could not understand it.
He now hoped that the reason he appeared in this world was caused by the death of his alter ego.
Until he remakes his occlumency shields and creates his mental realm, it would be impossible to scan his mind in search of some remnants of his former being.
'I swear that if there is anything left of him in there, I will get rid of it.'
Harry threw the diary in the fireplace and lay on the comfy bed.
"I don't know how I ended up here but I have always dreamt of having a family like this one. Maybe some God up there decided to reward me, or maybe this is just some cosmic accident. Whatever the case, I will protect this family with everything I have."
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The next morning, he went to the kitchen and found his mother preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Mum." Harry was starting to get used to having a mother now but it still felt strange.
Lily turned around and smiled.
"Good morning, Harry. This will take a few more minutes."
Harry approached his mother and noticed that she was preparing pancakes, juice, and several other things.
"Let me help you," Harry said.
Lily's eyes opened wide. "Y-you want to help me cook?...are you sure?"
Harry sighed, his parents seemed to go into shock every time he tried to be nice.
"Sure." He said while taking the pancake butter and started preparing the pancakes.
Lily was observing her son with absolute bafflement.
"You are doing it very well, Harry. When did you learn to cook?" Lily asked.
Harry shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe I learned by watching you, and my body somehow remembers it," Harry said.
Once they were putting the food on plates, the rest of the family entered the kitchen.
The first one was Lyra, who gave her mother a hug and a surprised stare at Harry before sitting down.
Then came James carrying their youngest daughter, Holly on his shoulder.
"That smells great, Lil." James said while giving his wife a kiss.
"Thank you, Harry helped me with the breakfast," Lily said proudly.
James raised an eyebrow."He did?"
Lyra gave Harry an incredulous look before staring at her breakfast with suspicion.
Holly didn't care and started eating.
Harry noticed that his father was reading the Dialy Prophet.
"Dad, can I borrow that when you are done?" He said while pointing at the paper.
James seemed a bit surprised but didn't comment on that.
"Sure, I only read the front page usually."
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After having breakfast, Harry went to the sink and was going to start cleaning the dishes when a house elf appeared.
"Oh, no, Master Harry. Mipsy already left Miss Cook, I will do the cleaning, please."
Harry was startled for a moment.
"A house elf?."
"Master Harry?." The elf looked confused.
"Sorry…em…Mipsy was it? You see, I was injured recently and lost some of my memories." Harry explained.
"Oh…Mypsy is sorry to hear that." Said the elf.
"Are you the only house elf here?" Harry asked and the elf nodded.
"Very well then, I'll leave you to your work."
The elf smiled and went to clean
Harry left the kitchen and went to the house library while carrying the newspaper his father gave him.
The library was almost as big as the one in Hogwarts and must contain thousands of tomes.
"Wow…" Harry was truly impressed.
'If only I had grown up in a place like this…maybe things would have ended up differently.' He could not help to think.
He took a seat on a comfortable leather couch and opened the Dialy Prophet.
He looked at the top left corner of the first page.
"June, 10. 1991."
'That means, I'm almost eleven years old and there are a few months left before it's Hogwarts time.'
He managed to acquire a few more bits of information from the articles depicted.
The minister was Cornelious Fudge after being mentioned in the passing of a new trading law.
Lucius Malfoy seems to still be very close to the Minister as he was shown at his side in the picture taken.
Dumbledore is mentioned in the passing of an article about dragon blood.
'What I need is information on Voldemort. I need to know what else is different.'
At that moment, Harry heard noises of people approaching before the door to the library opened.
"Yaayy!" A very excited Holly entered running, while Lily walked some distance behind.
Holly noticed Harry and stopped.
"Hello, Holly. Did you come here to play?." Harry asked.
"She wants me to read her some books," Lily answered while approaching the duo.
"Yes, books!." Holly exclaimed happily.
"What kind of books do you like?" Harry asked.
Holly smiled. "The ones with The boy who lived!, Neville Longbottom."