The Harry Potter Books and characters aren't mine, of course. We all wished they were ours, but unless you're J.K. Rowling, they're not. If you don't recognize the characters, they might be mine (just a few minor ones, like the other house elves). Please read and review! :)


Everything was perfect

Everything was perfect. It had been for several months now.

All that was dark was gone. People had moved on from the dead, most of which had been gone for many months now.

Grimmauld Place was safe now, and it was being used long-term.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had returned with Kreacher, and had helped spruce it up 'til it looked like a real house, proper to live in.

Then the people started to come.

Luna and Neville came first, sometime in early April. Soon following them was Lavender, Seamus, Michael, The Patil twins, Anthony, Terry, Hannah, Dean, ad Ginny, all within three days of each other. Then Oliver, Katie, Lee Jordan, George, Alicia, and Angelina appeared a week and a half later. Cho's appearance brought narrowed eyes from Ginny and a nervous smile from Harry.

Many had their homes torn apart by the Death Eaters a few months earlier, and some had simply left home and needed a place to stay. Some, Harry thought, had found out that everyone was getting together and didn't want to be left out. But he didn't mind.

They had only Sirius' room, Regulas' room, the master bedroom, a guest room, a study, and the living room, which all twenty people- twenty-one when Teddy arrived from his grandparents' house- and a house-elf had to share.

Hermione had performed an enlargening charm on every room so that there was enough room for everyone. It reminded Harry of the tents they'd had on the hunt for the Horcruxes. Each room could fit a dozen people easily.

Sirius' bedroom was used as the boys' room- Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, George, Michael, Anthony, Terry, Oliver, and Lee Jordan had no problem fitting comfortably.

Regulas' room held all eleven girls- Luna, Hermione, Lavender, Ginny, Hannah, Katie, Angelina, Alicia, Padma, Pavarti, and Cho.

The study had become the home for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes workshop. Sounds of bubbling and gurgling and loud noises could be heard from it at anytime of day or night, as Harry later found it, usually when no one was in the room.

The living room had been converted into a guest room- they'd already had visits from Charlie, Percy, Aberforth, Mrs. Longhorn, and rather short stays from Slughorn and McGonagall.

The regular guest room had been converted into Ted's room.

No sooner had all of the housemates been told of this plan, than they saw that the eleven heads of the female roommates in a huddle, in obvious discussion.

"What are they doing?" Seamus said, so that only the other ten guys could hear him.

"What they do best," replied Ron. "Talking."

Finally, eleven heads popped up, and Hermione said, "You leave Teddy's room to us."

The girls spent over a week creating the masterpiece that was to be Teddy's room.

At the end of Tuesday, Cho came over to the guys and said, "Come on now; we've just barely finished it."

Taking Teddy with them, the eleven guys jogged up the stairs after her, down the hall, and stopping in front of Teddy's room.

If there was any significance of the exquisitely made brass plate of Teddy's name, it was simply to show the spectacularity of the interior of the room.

The crib was made by hand it seemed, and had a mobile of broomsticks and Snitches floating above it, without being attached to anything.

The ceiling had the same enchantment that the Great Hall at Hogwarts had, except that it only showed perfect weather, with perfect cotton-ball clouds and a bright blue sky, because, as Lavender said, storms are not good for children.

One wall was painted the same perfect sky-blue and had two pegs on it which now held a marvelous miniature broomstick perfectly suited for a small toddler. The wall facing I had a mural of golden stars and Snitches in a night sky. The wall that the crib was pushed against, and the other facing it were filled with enlargened pictures of Lupin and Tonks gazing down adoringly at their son.

"So, he'll know they're watching over him," Hermione said gently.

"And they're the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning," added Luna softly.

Even with the masterpiece that was the child's room, the favorite among the housemates had to be the master bedroom.

Hermione was nervous about having to enlarge it so much, but the result seemed truly worth it.

Many, many times bigger than any other room in the entire house, it was Harry's- along with many other's- pride and joy.

It had taken nearly a moth to complete the indoor Quidditch pitch, but it was the most used. It became Teddy's favorite place, beside his room, since it was here that his godfather had first helped him onto his first broom, and Harry could not have been prouder.

There was an attic, which instead of housing a ghoul, held a ghost named Nick the 6th, the great great grandson of the Hogwarts ghost, Nearly-Headless-Nick.

Traveling throughout all the rooms and causing more hilarity than chaos (at least the guys thought so anyway; the girls were more often than not an entirely different story) was Pauley, who acted in ways that would have made his uncle Peeves proud.

Kreacher had been joined by Sauley, Gefforey, and Maleor, three other house-elves from the houses of Seamus, Neville, and Cho.

Life seemed to go rather uneventfully for another three months or so.

Harry and Ginny enjoyed the time they never thought they'd have together, sharing smiles, playing Quidditch, having long conversations as they took turns rocking Teddy to sleep in his room.

Ron and Hermione, however, didn't seem to find an obvious lack of privacy in the house. Several years of secret crushes led them not to care who was watching as they hugged at every meeting, held hands for great lengths, shared secret glances at every meal, and the habitual "good morning," "good day," "good afternoon," "good evening," and "good night" kisses that were altogether more than common. Nor did they seem to mind who heard their long conversations in the hall, usually held in the unfortunate hour of about three o'clock in the morning. It was a pretty good thing they didn't mind, seeing as everyone heard and took turns each night going out in the hall and tell them to "shut up." Usually it was either Neville or Luna who was elected to go, since they always followed their "shut your traps" with a "please" each time. Upon all of these incidents, Ron and Hermione simply laughed and resumed conversation (which more often than not, meant, in short, more kissing).

But there was a surprise in the works.