Mockingbird

Getting sent back in time stand up was probably not the best idea Harry ever had. Landing flat on his arse and tailbone hurt like holy fucking hell, and he felt like an idiot for not realizing that this would happen. With his reputation with magical transport, it wasn’t surprising that he had failed miserably at landing on his feet like Arya and Kailsha did.

Gripping the hand that appeared in front of his face, Harry pulled himself up with the help of Arya. Wincing at the pain that radiated from his rear, Harry blinked when a Pain-Reliving Potion that was shoved in his face. Kailsha had a small smirk on her face as she pulled the cork on the potion and gestured vaguely at him.

|| We know how… well you do with magical transport, and since we were standing up you would most likely fall down, so we prepared a Pain-Reliever Potion for you. ||

Not sure whether or not to be thankful or slightly insulted, Harry took the potion and downed it with all the gusto of a veteran of the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts and grimaced only slightly.

Looking around, Harry took in the cozy surroundings of the living room they had landed in. Squashy couches and armchairs sat facing the fireplace, bookshelves full of books sat against the walls, and hand-knitted blankets were draped over the seats.

The fireplace was blazing, and when Harry looked around, he could see the elegant yet familial dining room, and the spacious kitchen. Upstairs had two bedrooms and a bathroom, both beautiful, and relaxing. The master bedroom was painted a sleepy blue and decorated with dark wood.

Harry’s room was white with light wood, and had a window opening to the backyard. The bathroom had been decorated with the sea in mind and was both spacious and beautiful. Everything in the house was both spacious and cozy, and Harry loved it.

The backyard wasn’t so much as a backyard, as it was a wide-open plane full of hills, looking remarkably like the Scottish countryside. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see a forest that was densely covered with shrubbery. The mid-day sun counter-acted with the cool air that wrapped around him as soon as he stepped outside.

Harry officially found himself in love with the place and turned around to grin at his parents. This was his home, and he had his family, everything would be alright.

As it turned out, the small cottage they lived in was lovingly named, ‘The Cottage on the Hill’ and located in the beautiful countryside of Scotland. It wasn’t much of a surprise to Harry, who had spent six years on the Scottish countryside when he went to Hogwarts and was accustomed to the weather.

It was summer, which shocked Harry a little bit until he remembered that in England there was a few weeks of brutal summer heat, then it was mostly warm/cool for the rest of summer. Scotland was right on top of England, why would it be too different?

*Harry! Hurry up! We need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school things and some more potions ingredients! * With an excited grin, Harry slid down the stairs where he was met with Arya, who wrapped her arm around his shoulders as she led him to the fireplace. Kailsha stood next to the mantel with a bag of money hanging from her belt, and a handful of floo powder. After calling out ‘DIAGON ALLEY’ she stepped in, and Arya and Harry closely followed.

When Harry very nearly tumbled out of the fireplace, Arya gripped him tightly, and lifted him up so he wouldn’t fall over. Waving her ‘wand’ (which was just some wood fashioned to look like a wand, because really, what mortal wand could harness the full power of Fate and Death), Kailsha vanished all the soot that could have accumulated om them in their floo travel.

|| Hadrian dear, why don’t you head down to Flourish and Blots’ to get your school books while me and your मां head over to Scrivenshafts to get your parchment and other such things. ||
With a nod of his head, Harry headed off down the Alley to Flourish and Blots’. Harry easily navigated the crowed alley while keeping an eye on his target. While Harry browsed to the book, he was startled to hear someone clearing their throat behind him. Figuring it was a shop assistant, Harry turned around to say ‘no he didn’t need help and thank you for asking’ when he saw a girl his age standing behind him who looked remarkably like Luna Lovegood.

“Hello.” She said in that same dazed, dreamy voice as Luna, “My name is Selina Lovegood, it’s nice to meet you. The Gibbering Jabberwobies said someone who would be a good friend was here. I hope you are who they were talking about, you seem like you would be a nice friend.” Harry was thrown off kilter, she was almost identical to Luna, although Luna dressed much less sensibly than Selina Lovegood did.

Not knowing what else to say, Harry spoke, his words tumbling out in a mess of words.

“You seem like a nice person as well- not to say that you’re not! I mean, I would love to be your friend, I’ve only had a small few before an I- oh sorry I’m jabbering aren’t I- ‘’ Harry’s mess was cut off by soft giggling. Selina’s eye glittered with mirth, and she smiled cutely.

“You seem like a little bit of a mess, but it’s okay, we’ll be good friends, I can tell.” Well, Harry wanted to say, it’s not like you meet one of your friend’s dead Grandmother every day, I’m usually more composed, in a very sarcastic tone. Instead he just smiled and stuck out his hand.

“Sorry about my word vomit earlier, my name’s Hadrian Peverell, and I would like to be your friend.” Selina smiled back at him and shook his hand.

“Well met Hadrian Peverell. I can tell this is the start of a great friendship.” And so, Hadrian made his first friend in the past.