Harry Potter and The Force of Magic

A Dinner with Tonks

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Harry Potter

Andromeda, with a warm smile on her face, opened the wooden door and gestured toward the spacious bedroom. "Welcome, dear," she said in a comforting tone. Harry took a step inside and was greeted by a sight that made his eyes widen in amazement.

The room was well-lit, and the gentle rays of the moon peeked through the window, casting a warm blue glow on the walls. The view of the house's backyard was breathtaking, with the lush greenery and colorful flowers adorning the landscape. As Harry walked further into the room, he noticed the full bathroom on the left, complete with a shower and a bathtub. On the right was a large closet, big enough to fit all his belongings. In the center of the room was a cozy bed with soft sheets and fluffy pillows that beckoned him to sink in and relax.

On the opposite wall was a desk, perfect for studying or working on his assignments. Andromeda noticed the excited look on Harry's face and chuckled. "I'm glad you like it, dear," she said, her voice tinged with satisfaction. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me or Nymphadora," she added, gesturing towards the door. Harry nodded, his bright smile widening as he took in his new surroundings.

Though it wasn't the first time he had sought refuge away from his horrific relatives, he couldn't shake the warm feeling that had settled deep within his chest. It was as if he had finally found a place that felt like home in a way he hadn't experienced before. Despite knowing that he would have to leave once the holidays were over and that he would likely have to find an apartment for the summer, a part of Harry couldn't help but hope that he would be able to return to this cozy abode. As he took in the simple yet charming design of the house, he realized that he had grown to love it in all its unpretentious glory.

"I will, Miss Andromeda," Harry Potter said with a slight smile, looking at her over his shoulder. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, finally being able to escape the confines of Dursley's home and live in a place that felt like home.

Andromeda smiled back at him, glad to see the young wizard finally able to live in a safe and happy environment. "I hope you like the room?" Andromeda questioned as Harry sat on his new bed; he felt the softness of the fabric under his fingertips. Harry looked around the room, taking in every detail. The walls were painted a deep shade of blue, with a hint of silver glitter to give it a magical touch. The bed was large and comfortable, with a silk duvet and fluffy pillows.

The room was filled with bookshelves, filled to the brim with books on magic, history, and adventure. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Andromeda for providing him with such a wonderful space. He knew that he would be able to focus on his studies and training in this room.

Harry's bright smile illuminated the room as he expressed his gratitude to Miss Andromeda, "It's wonderful, Miss Andromeda. Trust me. It's much better than my old home." His eyes twinkled with joy as he looked around the cozy living room, taking in the warmth of the fireplace and the loving atmosphere that surrounded him.

Andromeda, too, couldn't help but feel pleased, but a slight tension crept into her body when Harry mentioned his old 'home.'

For a fleeting moment, Andromeda considered asking Harry about his previous living situation, hoping to gain insight into the trauma he had experienced, but she quickly dismissed the thought. She knew from experience that some wounds were best left to heal on their own and that Harry would feel uncomfortable discussing his time with the Dursleys. Instead, she focused on the present moment, basking in the joy of Harry's newfound happiness and the warm glow of the fire.