Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. JK made this world, but I just play in it. :)


I know the first five chapters are short. But I sat and wrote them, in one session and not separate. I will add more to these chapters in time. I just wanted to get the basic idea written before I forgot. Chapter 6 and on up will be way, way longer. :)
Harry leaned his head against the window, looking down on the street that lay in front of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He wasn't looking at anything in particular; he simply sat there as if in a trance.

It had been three years since the downfall of Lord Voldemort, and Harry's life could not be better. Ginny was in his life and he was working as an auror. Things could not be better, or could they?

Harry let out a sigh as he slowly came out of his day dream. Just as he was getting up, he heard a noise downstairs. He was making his way across the room. When there was a knock at the door.

"Master, Mr. Ron and Misses Hermione are here to see you." said Kreacher. "Thanks, I'll be right down." said Harry.

When he got downstairs he found Ron and Hermione sitting at a table being plied with butterbeer by Kreacher.

"Hi Harry" said Ron and Hermione together. "Hi" He replied back. "How are things at the shop Ron?" asked Harry, sitting down and taking a butter beer. "Busy, we're raking in the galleons." said Ron with a huge smile on his face.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"So Harry, how are things in the auror department? "asked Hermione, cheerfully. "Same as usual, not a lot going on since we rounded up all the death eaters." said Harry, nudging his head towards his shoulder.

Grimmauld Place had changed a lot since Harry had moved in. With the help of Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna, Harry had the place looking like a home in no time.

The portrait of Mrs. Black was still in its place. But Hermione had worked out a tricky silencing charm so that she was completely still in her frame.

They hung a tapestry over her and it was as if she won't even there. The troll's leg umbrella stand was long gone. Along with the house-elves heads that were on the wall.

All that were left of the Black family heirlooms were chucked out and were replaced with things Harry had bought.

All the walls were repainted and Hermione had managed to remove all the pictures that were stuck on the walls.

The place had become as cozy as the burrow.

Harry was sure; if Sirius was still alive he wouldn't be able to recognize the place.