When the youngest occupant of the house awoke it was to warm sunlight, soft sheets and birds singing joyfully just outside his window. For the first time in what felt like forever Harry Potter awoke feeling well rested and, dare he say it, happy. Stretching leisurely under the incredibly soft covers Harry began to recall the events of the previous day and how he had come to be in the large mahogany bed and it brought a smile to the teenagers face; pushing himself upright almost reluctantly (the bed was terribly comfy) he sat up against the plump white pillows, fumbled for his glasses and when they were in place gazed around the sun drenched bedroom with wonder and delight. The fire place where he could vaguely recall a warm fire burning the night before was empty and swept clean, fresh clothes had been laid out for him on the pillows of the window-seat beneath the slightly open windows where the sound of the morning chorus and the smell of summer drifted through. The doors on either side of the fire place were thrown open and he could see vague hints of the rooms beyond. He couldn't believe it, all this was his? He who had lived in cupboard for ten years, spent his life since he was four years old working like a house-elf so he wouldn't be as much of a burden on his relatives as he already was? Now he had this big beautiful room and more beyond that all to himself and unlike his previous bedroom this one had no bars on the windows, locks or cat-flaps on the doors. It was not full of broken, un-used things nor had it been given reluctantly or begrudgingly out of fear, it had been given to him out of the simple thought that it would make him happy, that he deserved a nice room. Arielle hadn't even paused when he'd stuttered over her 'apartment of rooms' comment, she had simply teased him gently as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Like treating he, Harry, like a someone that mattered, hell like a person, was totally normal. The thought made something Harry didn't recognise hum in happiness inside his chest, filling him up.

'Perhaps this is what it feels like to be loved by someone.' He thought to himself with a small smile. Throwing back the covers he slipped out and his bare feet met with a thickly woven rug covering the flagstone floor; the second they did however a tiny little creature with bat like ears and an ivory tunic and cream leggings appeared with a soft pop!

"Young Master Harry is awake! Mistress Ari' told Finch to be's waiting for Young Master to wake up and to help Young Master get to breaky-fast so Finch is waiting for Young Master to be waking and now Young Master is!" The tiny elf, who Harry presumed was named Finch, squeaked with glee. A little take aback Harry was nether-the-less quite glad that Arielle had sent someone to guide him down to breakfast as he doubted he would be able to find the way himself as from what little of the estate he had seen the previous day it was rather large. "Finch has run young Master Harry a bath if young Master wishes to wash before he joins Mistress Ari' and her heart-mate for breaky-fast. Oh Finch is being happy Mistress Ari's heart-mate is being back and now she is having the Young Master back too! Finch is never see'd his Mistress so happy before!" Finch babbled joyfully as he grasped Harry's hand within his own small one and led him through one of the open doors and into a beautiful bath chamber where a rectangle, just larger than a single bed, was cut into the smooth stone of the floor to form a bath which was filled with sweet smelling water that still had lazy spirals of steam coiling from it's surface. Finch happily explained where the washcloths, loofa's, scrubbing salts and soaps were kept and what each of the myriad of lotions and potions, oils and unguents filling the cupboard by the large wash basin and wall mirror were for before pointing to the pile of fluffy grass coloured towels beside the bath that were clearly laid out for his use before retreating from the room to give him privacy to bathe.

Harry, excited to clamber into the hot bath, stripped off his pyjamas and slid into the water, letting out a blissful sigh as he did so. The water, and whatever had been put into it to make it smell so good, was incredibly soothing; while he had, for the first time in weeks, slept without interruption his body was still exhausted from the sheer trauma and stress it had been forced through, seemingly without break, for the past four years. It was absolute heaven to simply enjoy relaxing in the water knowing the only the thing he had to do was go to breakfast with his God-Mother who would, he hoped, be as happy to see him as she had before. The hot water seemed to bleed out all of his worries and weariness and as he soaked in the herbal solution he felt his soul lighten and his heart lifting; stretching out he began to scrub himself clean with a soap that smelled like honey, caramel and oddly enough orange. When at last he was done he emerged from the tub, wrapped himself in a large soft towel before trailing wet footprints across the stone floor back in the direction of his bedroom to get dressed.

Emerging he saw the little house elf bouncing on the balls of his little feet at the foot of the freshly made bed smiling absently to himself as he did so. Grinning to himself Harry made a beeline for the clothes he had noticed lying on the window seat; picking them up with still slightly damp hands he got a shock, they weren't his clothes at all.

"Finch, I think there's been a mix up. These aren't my clothes." Harry told the elf in a small, perplexed voice as he stared down at the cotton khaki pants, long sleeved cream polo shirt and underwear that looked like they would fit him reasonably well and as if they were almost brand new.

"No, there being no mixy-uppy young Master, Mistress Ari' is telling all the Phantome elveses that we is to be giving the young Master anything he needs and when Jay, who be's in charge of the linens and the clotheses, is seeing the young Masters clotheses Jay is thinking young Master needs new ones but Jay is not having his measures! So Jay is bringing young Master some of Mister James's old things for him. There be shoeses too!" Finch had bounced over to Harry's side and spoke with such exuberance that Harry had a little difficulty keeping up but now, with the little elf stood beside him smiling and looking up at him with those giant round eyes of his, he couldn't help but stare down at the clothes in his hands in awe. These had been his fathers. He had worn them, probably been dragged to Diagon Alley by his Mother, Harry's Grand-Mother who he now realised he knew nothing about, and forced to try them on as they looked far to sensible to have been chosen by a teenage boy willingly. With slightly swimming eyes Harry began to dress as quickly as possible, tossing the towel to the side carelessly in his rush to feel even that smallest bit closer to the father he would never know.

Finally, after he had slid on the brown leather moccasins, the little elf led him through the winding corridors and stairways until they emerged into the breakfast room which, as it was situated on the estates eastern side, was flooded with the morning sunlight. The doors out onto the grounds were flung open wide letting the scent of morning dew and summer flowers drift in on the light breeze only to mix with the heady scent of a large arrangement of flowers that stood proudly as a beautiful centre piece upon the long table. Harry however was struck dumb by the mountain of food covering the table; he could see summer fruits of every kind prepared in at least ten different ways, breakfast pastries of all shapes and sizes alongside fresh baked breads and almost fifty other things he could name and a number he could not. The only thing he couldn't see was anything made from meat, or at least as far he could tell, and stood in the door way looking out over the grounds was Arielle. Her hair was falling to her hips in a waterfall of pale gold, the curls that dared to stray from the full flow appearing like errant beams of sunlight against the mossy green of her gown. Harry wasn't sure what to do, she looked so peaceful he didn't want to disturb her but he couldn't leave and go back to his room as without Finch he didn't have any idea where it was. Before he could make any decisions however she turned, with a laugh upon her lips and an amused look written on the soft lines of her face, and upon catching sight of him standing there smiled brilliantly at him. Harry felt as if the air had been knocked out of him, her smile had brought a sparkle and laughter to her tired eyes and lit up her face making her look almost angelic, with the morning sun wreathing her in a halo of it's light you could almost believe she was one, and it had been at the sight of him.

"Good morning Kit. I do hope you slept well, you were almost dead on your feet when I put you to bed last night." Arielle greeted him with a gentler smile and soft words as she crossed from the patio doors toward him, her dress swirling around her ankles as she almost glided over the parquet flooring.

"I slept really well actually, it's the first night I haven't...well I haven't dreamt of what happened in June in weeks." Harry replied shyly as he regarded Arielle through his fringe of unruly jet black hair.

"I'm glad. Now I have a something of a surprise for you..." Arielle replied as she gently pushed the mop of dark hair covering his eyes out of his face so she could smile down at him, her violet eyes sparkling with happiness. As she opened her mouth to continue however another voice, this time a distinctly human and definitely male one, that Harry knew well prevented her.

"Merlin I forgot how good it is to be outside! I think I've been cooped up in that mausoleum my family called a house for far too long."

Harry was stunned as there walking through the patio doors with a rumbling laugh, dressed in a dark blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow to reveal the ugly tattoo's that the spectral prison guards human counterparts had used to identify him and his long dark hair clean and falling around his face was...

"Sirius!" Before his God-father even had a chance to react to his sudden shout Harry was across the room and throwing his arms around him in a almost bear-like hug; burrowing his face into Sirius' chest he felt a few tears leak out, hot and for a change happy ones, that soaked into the soft material he pressed so desperately against.

"It's good to see you too pup', it's good to see you too." Sirius murmured as he wrapped one arm around him and the other went to ruffle his hair gently in an almost paternal way and Harry felt this could be one of the best days of his life.

When Harry finally let go of his God-Father Arielle ushered two of her favourite boys to the table, determined that both of the underfed and malnourished men should not allow the breakfast she had organised go to waste. Harry started to pepper his God-Mother with questions but she refused them all saying she would answer all of his questions once they'd eaten; the young Potter Heir pouted and flung himself into the nearest chair with an annoyed huff causing his two God-Parents to try and stifle their amusement at his rare bout of childishness.

When they were settled and they both had plates piled high with a little of everything (in Harry's case it was because he didn't recognise many of the things on offer and in Sirius's it was sheer gluttony) Arielle finally relaxed back into her seat with a steaming cup of tea and a contented smile on her rosy lips. She had many blends of her own creation to help ease her various...problems, this particular one contained ginger to reduce stress and anxiety levels and lemongrass to help with headaches and nervous exhaustion. She had felt an especial need for it this morning after her confrontation with Dumbledore the previous eve, he was responsible for so many of the scars that littered her body and many more wounds to her psyche. He may not have held the wand or weapon that inflicted the damage but he may as well have for without his influence and his orders she would never have been in the situation to obtain them to begin with. He had turned her from an abused young girl looking for a purpose, a place to belong, into a living breathing weapon he could wield against his enemies; he had taken what little was left of her innocence and torn it to shreds till she had become the bitter, jaded, battle worn warrior she now was. Had it not been for her discovery of his deception she would likely have died fighting his battles for him or turned, as so many of her family had, upon her creator and in a fit of insanity become a monster greater and more terrible than Voldemort could ever hope to be. The tea's helped ease her mind ,like the herbal baths and the various flowers, tree's, plants and herbs that grew in and around the Estate that she used in tea, bath, potion, poultice and balm they also soothed her tattered soul. Which was why she had requested Harry and Sirius be extended into her regimen of them. They needed them, to her mind, just as much if not more than she.

Her boys, no, her men. For no one could call her Harry a boy any longer after all the horror's he had endured in his short years and Sirius, her dearest love, he had not been able to be called a boy since the moment his mother first used the Cruciatus curse against him. They had suffered so much, she thought to herself, and yet their hearts were still so pure and, she decided to herself, she would make the ones who had hurt her beloveds suffer the way they had suffered.

Sweeping those thoughts to the side, lest the blood-lust take over her, she forced a smile back upon her lips and slid back into the conversation flowing between her two most precious people. She took a long draught of her, thankfully, still hot tea and began to once again pay attention to what was passing between her men as they delved into the food set before them.