Hello! This is a new story. The story is based on Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley.

Disclaimer: Some and not some :) (I own some but all the rest...I don't )

Meeting, Moving, Painting


I stood in front of the muggle flat building. I sighed in relief. I finally have my own place. After being with the Dursleys until I was seventeen, then sharing a flat with Ron until I was nineteen I need some place to breathe. I found this small building. The ad said, "Two bedroom one and a half bath living room, small -but large- Kitchen working dish washer (less than one yr.) washer and dryer (in storage less than two yrs) free heat one thousand pound buy. fifty pounds rent/month"

I picked up a large box and carried it to the door. I tried grasping at the door handle, but failed. I put the box down again and ran my hand through my hair. I reached to open the door when the door was pushed open with force. The door hit my hand. It hurt a little but not that much. I looked at the person who opened the door. The person, a woman with the second brightest red hair I have ever seen, was talking loudly to a person in the office.

"Well hell! I might as well move with how much my rent shot up! I could buy so much that I need with that money."

"Miss we try not to but-"

"Oh BS! You know fully well that you want the older residents to move out so you can have fresh meat to chew on!" The woman stalked out of the building and headed to her car but stopped halfway. She turned around and stared at me with wide eyes "I'm sorry I should help!" She ran over to me and picked up the box. "You shouldn't havta carry all this by your self. I can get new CDs later."

"You don't have to help me." I said slowly. "I can do it all myself." She kicked the door and it bounced open.

"Bull shit. You're just a guy that says that you can do all these things but you end up screwing your self. I'm gonna help you carry some of this stuff up there. The flat level is on the fourth floor and there is no elevator. I think that we are gonna be "roomies". I stared at this woman with confusion. "There is only one floor for living. That's why this place is so small. All of the other floors are storage and such. I don't see why they don't turn the second and third floor into living area. That way they wouldn't have to charge so much rent." She gave me a smile. "Well grab a box and start climbin'!"

I went back to the moving truck and grabbed a large box. "Crazy woman that one is" I murmured to myself. "I hope I don't live to close." I walked back to the building, and to my surprise, the door was still opened. I shrugged and walked up the stairs. The stairs were more like polished cement blocks. My flat was the first one after the stairs. I got to the top and looked to see where the "woman of mystery" was. I saw that a door (next to mine) was opened. I groaned to see her backing out of the flat.

"I think that we should know each others names. We are next door." She held out her hand, "Zandra Phillips….yours is?" I reached out and grabbed her hand

"Harold Potter… Call me Harry" she smiled

"Ok then… you can call me Andra." I shook my head and let go of her hand

"What does your name mean? You know like Elizabeth means 'Loyal one' and such."

"Helper of mankind." She smiled

"Is that why you wanted to help me?"

"Yep! I wanna live up to my name! A helper of mankind and trust me Harry, you are mankind." She laughed. "What does your name mean?" I sighed.

"Army-power…anyways…" she looked into her apartment.

"Got any instruments that I can store in my flat till you get settled in?" she asked excitedly.

I ran my hand through my hair again. "Um… I gotfour guitars and amps. You got the place to store them?" she beamed

"Oh trust me. I have the room. I bought a two bedroom apartment so I will have a place to store them all!" she smiled wildly and ran down the stairs, red hair sweeping the air behind her. I opened the door to my apartment and looked inside. The walls still looked new. There was no paint or wallpaper. The floors were hard wood. I pushed the box that I carried up into the flat and closed the door. I walked back down the stairs to see Andra carrying two of my guitars and the stand wrapped around her back.

"Andra, put that back into the moving truck." Her face fell

"Why? You don't want my help? You're not moving here? Why?" She fired those questions at me faster than Hermione ever did.

"No I just need to go to the hard where store to get some paint. You can help me choose the colors. I want it painted before I put anything in there." I smiled and descended the rest of the stairs and took the stand off her back.

"Ok I'll come. Only if you let me help you paint the flat," she warned

"Yes Adolf" I replied. I walked back out to the moving truck and placed the stand in and waited for Andra to put the guitars in. She put them in with a slight thud. I closed the compartment and walked over to my car. Andra got in the seat next to me. I started the car. "I hope that you don't mind but I listen to country music. Its an American thing that I caught up on while I was there this summer."

"Actually I listen to it all the time." She smiled and turned up the CD, Tim McGraw's latest: Live Like You Were Dying. "Where did you find this CD? I looked all over!"

"Its called the internet." I sped down the street. There was silence for the full fifteen minutes until we got to the local hard where store. As we walked up to the door I started telling her what color range to stay in "I'm not to keen about greens. I like black, blue, yellow, and white, maybe a little red as well."

We looked at all the paints. I settled on gold, blood red, blue, black, and copper. I also bought some brushes, plastic coverings for the floor, and primer white. Once we got back to the building and up in my flat I started to tell her what I would like done. "I really would like to fade the colors in. like for instance. If we used the blue and red together, blue for the kitchen and red for the living room around the door will be the color of the other room and the color will slowly look like it faded to the other color. I think that we should use black for all the trim in the flat. What about you?" I looked over at Andra and saw that she was staring at the far wall. This particular wall had no windows or anything on it, just a plain wall.

"I'm gonna do something to that wall. Don't you dare touch it. I'll be back." She put down her brush and rushed out of the room. I shrugged and started to paint the wall with the window copper. I was working for fifteen minutes when I heard her burst through the door. "Ok I got some green, live with it, grey, orange, three different shades of blue, pinks, purple, and more."

I sighed "what are you gonna do to my wall?" I asked her.

"I'm going to paint a mural." She turned to me. "you know what a mural is, right?"

"Yeah… what is it going to be?" she had a impish smile.

"You'll see" She picked up a can opener and opened all of the cans that were closed. She opened a fresh pack of thin brushes and dipped one into the gray. I sighed. This person, that I only met three hours ago, was going to paint a picture on my wall. This was going to be a long night.


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