Hadrian Peverell: High Lord of Skagos

After the disappointment in the Wizengamot, Harry felt an urge to distance himself from the political machinations that had consumed his life. He needed to reconnect with himself, to understand the full extent of what he had inherited, and perhaps find a new direction in the remnants of the past that had been left to him. So, he decided to visit the various estates tied to the lordships he had recently discovered he held.

Harry's first stop was the Potter estate. The ancestral home, located in the countryside of Scotland, had been reduced to ruins during the First Wizarding War. The sight of the crumbling walls and overgrown gardens sent a pang of sorrow through him. The place where his grandparents had once lived and loved had been all but destroyed by Voldemort's wrath. Only a few charred remnants of the house remained, and the land surrounding it was overgrown with weeds and brambles.

The second Potter property in London, however, was still intact. Located in a discreet neighborhood, the house was a modest but elegant townhouse, untouched by the ravages of war. The exterior was covered in ivy, with a wrought-iron gate leading to a small garden. Inside, the house had a warm, welcoming atmosphere, though it was clear no one had lived there for years. Dust covered the furniture, and the air was stale, but the structure was sound. Harry found it oddly comforting, a place he could see himself returning to when he needed a break from the world.

As he explored, he didn't find any house-elves, which wasn't surprising considering the devastation the Potters had endured. The emptiness of the estate mirrored the emptiness he often felt inside—a reminder of the family he had lost, but also a testament to their legacy, which he now carried forward.

Next, Harry made his way to the Gryffindor estate. The castle was located in the Scottish Highlands, a majestic fortress that overlooked a vast, rugged landscape. Castle Gryffindor was an imposing structure, with high stone walls, turrets, and battlements. The castle had clearly been designed with defense in mind, but its beauty was undeniable. Ivy climbed the walls, and the surrounding grounds were lush with greenery, dotted with ancient oak trees and sprawling lawns.

As Harry stepped inside, he was struck by the grandeur of the place. The entrance hall was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that let in streams of sunlight. Tapestries depicting scenes of great battles and legendary creatures adorned the walls. The floors were made of polished stone, and the air was cool and slightly musty, carrying the scent of old wood and history.

While exploring the castle, Harry discovered a few goblin-made artifacts in a hidden chamber behind one of the walls. The metalwork was intricate, with strange symbols and designs etched into the surface. He recognized the craftsmanship immediately—goblin-made items were rare and valuable, often enchanted with powerful magic.

More surprising, however, were the two house-elves he found living in the castle. They were small and wizened, with large, bat-like ears and wide eyes that blinked up at him in surprise when he entered the kitchen.

"I be Tilly, Master," one of them said, bowing low. "And this is Nobby," she added, gesturing to the other elf. "We's been waiting for a new Master for many years."

The elves explained that they had served the Gryffindor family for generations, maintaining the castle even in its long years of abandonment. Harry was struck by their loyalty and the care they had taken of the place. He assured them that he would not abandon them and that he appreciated their dedication.

The next stop was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the Gryffindor castle. The Slytherin estate, which consisted of a secluded cottage on a small island off the coast of Spain, was a quiet, almost desolate place. The island itself was covered in thick forest, with a small beach of white sand where the cottage stood.

The cottage was simple, with whitewashed walls and a thatched roof. Inside, it was sparsely furnished, with a few old wooden chairs, a table, and a fireplace. The most notable feature was the collection of books on Parseltongue magic that Harry found in a small, dusty study. The books were ancient, with leather-bound covers and pages that crackled as he turned them. He couldn't help but feel a strange connection to the place, as though the legacy of Slytherin was calling out to him, reminding him of the power he had over the serpent tongue.

There was not much else here, just the lingering remnants of a once-great family, now reduced to a single, isolated retreat. It was a lonely place, but also peaceful in its own way. Harry could see why a Slytherin might choose to come here to escape the world.

The Peverell estate, now mostly merged with the Potter estate centuries the intermarriage, was next on Harry's list. The last remaining property was a manor in South Wales, a sprawling old house surrounded by thick woods and rolling hills. The manor was grand, though not as imposing as Castle Gryffindor, with large windows and a sloping roof.

Inside, Harry found a large library, filled with books that seemed to date back centuries. The shelves were lined with dusty tomes on ancient magic, genealogy, and the history of the wizarding world. There were also several pieces of decor from centuries past—antique furniture, paintings of long-dead ancestors, and ornate tapestries.

The library was the heart of the manor, a place where Harry could lose himself in the knowledge and history of the Peverell family. It was clear that this had once been a place of learning, where knowledge was valued above all else. The connection to the Peverell family, and through them to the Deathly Hallows, felt tangible here, as though their legacy was woven into the very fabric of the manor.

The final stop on Harry's tour was the Black estate. The first property he visited was a manor in Scotland, a large and imposing house surrounded by vast hunting grounds. The manor was dark and foreboding, with tall windows and heavy wooden doors. Inside, it was filled with dark wood paneling, heavy drapes, and an air of old money and ancient power.

As Harry explored the manor, he found an old house-elf named Elphie, who had been left behind after the death of Sirius' parents. Elphie was frail and elderly, but her eyes lit up when she saw Harry, recognizing him as the new Master of the house. She guided him through the manor, showing him the vast hunting grounds and a collection of documents that had belonged to Sirius' grandfather, Arcturus Black. These documents were full of notes on old Black family magic, curses, and the dark arts—information that Harry found both fascinating and disturbing.

The second Black property was a manor in northern Wales. This manor was even larger than the one in Scotland, and inside, Harry found the biggest library he had ever seen. The library was vast, with towering shelves filled with books on every subject imaginable. There were books on dark magic, ancient history, magical creatures, and more. It was a treasure trove of knowledge, and Harry could easily see himself spending days exploring its depths.

In addition to the library, Harry found several documents that appeared to belong to Sirius. These included personal letters, old photographs, and notes on his time in the Order of the Phoenix. Harry set these aside to go through later, feeling a deep sense of connection to his godfather as he handled the fragile pieces of parchment.

There were also three house-elves living in the Welsh manor. They introduced themselves as Mippy, Riff, and Toff, and they had been waiting for years for a new Master to claim the estate. Like the other elves he had encountered, they were eager to serve and relieved to finally have a purpose again.

After visiting all the estates, Harry returned to Grimmauld Place, his mind swirling with the events of the day. He had seen so much, learned so much about the families he was now a part of, and discovered a wealth of history and knowledge that he had never imagined.

But as he sat in the drawing room, reflecting on everything he had seen, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The weight of his inheritance, the responsibility of these ancient families, and the remnants of their legacies now rested on his shoulders. It was a heavy burden, and Harry wasn't sure if he was ready to bear it.

Yet, there was a strange sense of peace that came with it as well. The estates, the libraries, the house-elves—they were all part of a world that had been hidden from him for so long. Now, they were his to care for, to protect, and to use as he saw fit.

As Harry leaned back in his chair, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, he knew that the path ahead would not be easy. But he was determined to honor the legacies of the families he had inherited, to preserve their history, and to carve out his own place in the wizarding world—on his own terms.

For now, though, he needed time to process everything he had seen and learned. The world outside could wait. Tonight, Harry would simply be himself, a young man with a complicated past and an uncertain future, sitting in a house filled with ghosts and memories, trying to find his way.