Chapter 14 :

                                    

                                          
After leaving platform nine and three quarters Harry, Dobby and Loki had arrived in Potter Manor via portkey, yes that's right, manor. Harry still found it hard to believe that he went from homeless street rat to rich kid in a mansion. Loki, who was sat on Harry's shoulders, was openly gaping at the big white mansion. Harry, almost without thinking, pushed Loki's jaw shut. Loki gently patted his head in thanks.
"Oh my!" Dobby whispered in an excited voice as he rubbed his hands together with glee.
"Um...are you alright Dobby?" Harry asked as Loki raised a furry eyebrow at the excited elf.
"So much cleaning!" Dobby grinned before his smile went away and was replaced by a frown. "Oh, but Dobby can't clean all of this quickly by himself. He'd need help."
"Don't worry Dobby," Harry said as he began walking towards the mansion with Dobby following after. "the goblins have already talked to me about that." Harry admitted. "They have brought me a house elf from Knockturn Alley and told me that there is still one left in the manor. We'll pick the new elf up later during the summer, but for now you have got another elf to help you."
"Oh," Dobby nodded, glad he wouldn't disappoint his great Master Harry Potter by not being able to quickly clean this big manor. "that be good."
"Yes, that be." Harry nodded, having grown used to the way Dobby talked.
Harry, Loki and Dobby walked into the mansion. In Harry's opinion it looked like something out of a fairy tale, a large chandelier at the top, white ceilings and floors, fancy furniture and windows. But Harry didn't spend too much time looking around as his eyes locked on to an elderly looking elf who was standing in front of him. The elf, instead of wearing a pillow case like Dobby, was instead dressed up in a black suit which included a tie.
"Hello Master Harry," The elf smiled as he bowed. "I be Frank, I be Potter family house elf."
"Hello," Harry greeted him as Loki and Dobby waved at the new elf, though Dobby looked a bit jealous of his clothes. "I am Harry, Harry Potter." Harry said.
"Oh Frank be knowing who you are." Frank said in a happy voice. "Master's James and Mistress Lily were such a good magic family, very nice to elves. Old Master Charles, Master James's father, be very nice as well. Frank remember yous when yous be baby."
"Frank," Harry said as a thought came to him. "did...did my parents ever make a magical portrait of themselves?"
"No," Frank said, looking incredibly sad as he shook his head. "Frank's not think so, though maybe be one at Gringotts." Frank's face suddenly shifted into a happy one. "But Master Charles be having portrait!" He suddenly cheered. "Frank be showing Master Harry if he be wanting."
"That's be great." Harry grinned before he realized what he had just said. "I mean 'that would be great.'" Harry corrected himself, Frank gave him an odd look, as if he did not really know the difference, before he nodded.
"Follow me Master Harry." Frank said, gesturing Harry to follow as he began walking away.
"You can just call me Harry by the way." Harry said as they all walked along. "The 'Master' stuff is a bit much."
"Just like Mistress Lily," Frank smiled with amusement. "she say same. Frank be good elf and do what Master Harry wants, if Master wants be called Harry then Master be called Harry." A few minutes later the small group entered a room with a large desk in front of some big sized windows, it looked like a room for working. On the left was a massive book shelf, on the right were lots of paintings