In Grey Harry Potter

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Stepping into Potter Manor the first thing you come across is the grand foyer.

        
The two sets of circled stairs were made with black and white marble and a black railing. The white chandelier was hanging from above radiating light through the whole room hitting the floor, the grey walls, the railing, and the red wooden door giving the room life.

Harry didn't say anything when entering he just kept his emotionless face on. Unlike the others who were looking around the house with a face of astonishment as if it was their first time walking in. Honestly all Harry wanted to do right now was leave because he was getting tired of the shit in front of him. So he grabbed his luggage and climbed the stairs to the right to get to his room.

The others said nothing of his abrupt departure, they all assumed he was tired after the long ride.

The West Wing of Potter Manor was never used. For centuries it was only used for storage space and usually, nobody went there unless absolutely necessary. Usually, bedrooms were located in the East Wing, but no one noticed how a small little boy spent his whole life in the place where old things go to hide.

Entering his room Harry saw it was exactly like he left it, the only difference was the thick layer of dust covering his room and possessions.

Wandless and non-verbal Harry did the vanishing spell to remove the dust. After all the ministry doesn't exactly know who did the magic just where.

Loopholes hello.

Harry's room was painted a dark blue and it had a small bed in the left corner. On the right corner was his wooden wardrobe. Harry walked to the window that was across his bed and threw the curtains open. He sat down on his bed after putting his luggage away. Touching the soft silk material of his covers Harry cleared his mind glancing around his room.

He knew he was back.

He knew he had memories.

He knew he had wounds.

He knew they were starting to reopen.

But what he did not know was how to let it all go. 

" Harry? Is that you" asked a small little voice from the opened door.

The little voice belonged to a small little girl. Her name.

Rosaline Lily Potter.

She was 9 years old and had flaming red hair and green eyes. She was the spitting image of Lily. However, her green eyes were different from Harry's. Her eyes held warmth and were soft with a hint of brown making them look almost hazel.

When the two siblings made eye contact the girl's face lit up and ran to her brother. Harry wrapped his arms around her small little waist holding her tight almost afraid to let her go. Harry had a soft spot for the girl and who could blame him she was a sweetheart. As much as he wanted to hate her when she was born resenting her for making the Potter's ignore him even more he couldn't.

He loved her and she loved him.

Letting him go from the hug Rosaline sat on his lap and began rambling " Oh boy Harry I can't believe you're back. I missed you so so much. How was Hogwarts? You have to tell me all about it, please. I can't wait to go. You have to tell me about all the Professors and-"

Harry interrupted her mid-sentence, shocked the little girl could speak so fast and so much   "Rosie calmed down. Of course, I missed you too and yes I will tell you all about Hogwarts"

Rosaline then gave him a smile and a side hug. She was so excited to have her brother back.

Harry then proceeded to tell her all about his Hogwarts year. How the professors were giving so much homework. How he had to take his O.W.L.s this past year and that was a bit stressful. How he had so much fun with his friends. Rosaline listened to each thing he said carefully, she was so fascinated with what he had to say. Suddenly their conversation was cut short.

" Rosaline dear. Come down, please. It's dinner time" shouted a voice Harry knew too well.

" Come on Harry, it's dinner time," Rosaline told him.

Harry carried her downstairs dreading the coming confrontation.

The dinning hall was just as glamours as the rest of the house. It had cream white walls and a huge chandelier on top of the ceiling. The table was carved hundreds of years ago, made of oak wood. The painting on the wall was of the current family.

Funnily enough Harry was not on any paintings.

Walking into the dining hall all conversations came to a halt. All the smiles disappeared. Everyone was staring at the strange boy holding the youngest Potter. There were some people Harry recognized. Like Alastor Moody, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, his brother, and his parents.

Lily Potter was the first to break of shock. " Excuse me but who are you ? " she asked in an almost scared voice.

" Oh but mother dear don't you recognize me. I'm Harry Potter, your son. " Harry said with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, this is gonna be good" thought Harry as he watched Lily's eyes enlarge in shock.