The Rise of Master Harry
The main hall was filled with a hush of anticipation. Every servant—maids, butlers, laborers, and aides—stood in perfect lines, awaiting the ceremony that had been whispered about for weeks. Today was a monumental day within The House; Apprentice Master Harry was to be officially recognized as a full-fledged Master. Each servant's face reflected awe and reverence, knowing that this was an honor rarely bestowed at such a young age. Even Ron and Hermione stood among the rows of servants, their expressions carefully neutral, as they waited for the ceremony to begin.
At the front of the hall, Mother and Father stood beside Harry, their imposing figures a symbol of the unwavering power of The House. Harry stood between them, his posture tall, his face composed, though his eyes gleamed with pride and excitement.
Father stepped forward, his voice carrying through the hall. "Today, we honor Apprentice Master Harry, who has shown himself worthy of carrying the title of Master within The House. He has proven his strength, discipline, and understanding of the ways that govern us. From this day forward, he shall be known as Master Harry, a member of our family in title and duty."
The servants lowered their heads in a synchronized bow, their movements reflecting their respect. Harry felt a swell of pride as he looked over them, feeling, perhaps for the first time, the weight and power of his new role. He was no longer an apprentice. He was a Master of The House.
Mother took his hand, her gaze warm but sharp, and led him through the silent crowd toward the family wing, where his new quarters awaited. The servants parted to allow them through, each of them bowing as he passed. As they approached the family wing, Harry felt the sense of belonging deepen, as though each step brought him further into the heart of The House and into the role he was meant to fulfill.
Later That Afternoon: In Master Harry's New Room
Once the ceremony concluded and the formalities were complete, Harry entered his new quarters, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. The room was vast and elegantly furnished, with high ceilings and grand windows that looked out over The House's sprawling grounds. Shelves lined the walls, awaiting the books and artifacts he would fill them with. A polished desk sat near the window, inviting him to sit and plan, while a large, ornate bed stood in the corner, draped in rich fabrics.
He felt a deep sense of accomplishment as he moved around the room, inspecting every corner and crevice, noting each detail. This was his space—his to shape, his to make his own. No longer was he confined to an apprentice's quarters; he was part of the family wing now, a full member of The House's hierarchy.
Harry began organizing his belongings, carefully placing each item in its proper place. He arranged his books on the shelves, each volume symbolizing a step in his journey, a lesson learned or a skill mastered. He placed his magical artifacts on a small table by the window, where they could catch the light, each one a reminder of the power he was honing.
As he worked, he felt a calm settle over him, a sense of fulfillment he had never quite known before. The House, with all its complexities and challenges, had finally become his home. And this room, with its quiet grandeur, was the embodiment of everything he had worked for—the discipline, the obedience, the loyalty he had both learned and inspired in others.
He paused by the window, looking out over the gardens, feeling the depth of his new role sink in. He was no longer simply Harry, the boy who had once questioned his place. He was Master Harry, a figure of authority, discipline, and control within The House. Here, he belonged.
The quietness of his new room enveloped him as he stood there, a faint smile crossing his face. The journey had been long, and it would continue, but he had reached a milestone, one that he knew would shape the future in ways he couldn't yet fully imagine.
For now, though, he was content.