Becoming Alpha

Chapter Eleven

Harry stared in shock at the house he had just gotten a tour of. While Tracey's father was Muggle-born, it was obvious that her mother came from at least a moderately wealthy Pureblood family.

The house was three stories and had to have at least ten bedrooms alone, all on the second floor. There was a huge library that took up a good portion of the third floor, with the rest of it being taken up by an indoor pool. The first floor had a living room with three long couches and a bunch of armchairs, a large dining room, and a nice kitchen. The grounds outside were extensive and there was even a pond large enough and deep enough to swim in during the summer.

Just looking at it all had Harry falling in love with the place. He couldn't believe that this might actually be living here during the summers on top of the rest of this one.

When they had first gotten there, Tracey's mother had been waiting at the front door with a kind smile on her face. Tracey had her facial features while she had her father's coloring. Once he had been formally introduced, she had hugged him before going into the kitchen to see about helping the house-elves make a meal for breakfast as Tracey and her father had left very early.

Tracey had then taken him on a tour of the house and told him about her family's history, which she hadn't told him much of at school.

Her mother was from a neutral Pureblood family that had money and land, but not as much as the older Pureblood families like the Malfoys and Blacks. Mr. Davis was a Muggle-born from Wales who had fallen in love with her mother and gotten permission to marry her from Tracey's grandfather after being accepted into the Auror Corps. Both had been neutral while Voldemort was alive, but even then they had felt more towards the light side and away from Voldemort's ideals.

What most didn't understand about her family was that it was neutral because it understood both light and dark magic and how the so-called dark magic wasn't really dark unless you had bad intentions except for a few spells. Because of this, they stayed neutral in the war and didn't join in on the fighting.

It turned out that the fact they seemed more light than dark was the reason Tracey's house was the best place for Harry to stay. The fact that her father was Muggle-born and Tracey a Half-blood only helped.

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"That was delicious," Harry said with a smile as he put his fork down next to his empty plate. "Thank you."

"It was nothing, Harry," Mrs. Davis said with a smile of her own as she raised her fork with a bite of pancake on it.

"Harry, do you want me to show you which room will be yours?" Tracey asked once she finished her milk off.

"Sure."

Both of them left the table once given permission by her parents and rushed upstairs. Tracey took Harry to a room next to the one she had said was her own, though she didn't let him in, saying that she'd show him later on.

When they entered, Harry was shocked. The room was an emerald green color with silver carpet, the colors of Slytherin. The bed reminded him of the one back in his dorm at Hogwarts because both were mahogany; his trunk was open at the end of it. In a way, this room was mimicking his dorm because he also had a desk, chair, and wardrobe made of mahogany. A bathroom was off the side.

Something he hadn't been expecting was the stand by the open window, which was where Hedwig was asleep with her head under her wing. Her cage was on the ground next to it.

A small smile came to his face at the sight of his owl sleeping there peacefully.

"So, do you like it?" Tracey asked him after a few minutes of allowing him to look around.