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Just as his feet touched the ground Harry immediately felt something off. Houses 11 and 13 were completely deserted and empty, which was odd because last he heard people still lived there. House 11's door was ajar and belongings were scattered about as if someone had left in a panic. Harry slowly drew his wand as he creeped closer to the houses. Just because the war was over didn't mean that there weren't any more bad people or bad wizards. Harry threw his aura out searching for others, something he learned while training to be an auror, and found nothing. That didn't set Harry at ease because there could still be people hiding in the shadows, people who knew how to hide their aura.

Harry picked his way across 11's doorway and quietly looked through the house. Finding it completely empty Harry went off to search 13 which was also completely empty. Feeling better but still cautious Harry stood between the two houses, closed his eyes and whispered "Hedwig". He then opened his eyes not to the moving and forming house but to a grand gate at the end of a drive. It was about eight feet high at its tallest point made of cast iron with a large golden antlers curving from it. This was definitely odd. Yet as soon had he was ready to apparate the gate slowly opened to fully reveal the long loose gravel road lined with weeping willows. Every instinct screamed at Harry not to trust this place but he was drawn down the road with unquenchable curiosity.

Squinting through the dark he could see the the willows were blooming with some kind of flower and the ground was covered in thick grass. As he walked farther down the drive he was starting to make out the shape of a large fountain where it widened out. This was definitely not Grimmauld Place because the he could hear the water sliding down the perfectly white walls of the fountain and he could smell the sweetness of the blooming flowers. When he reached the double doors of the house he almost walked right in, as if he knew this place and it was his home. Harry stopped, checked himself, cast a luminous and put his hand on the knob ready to turn it when a familiar saggy old house elf popped his head through the now open door. Kreacher.

Harry blew out a sigh of relief and lowered his wand from the aim right between Kreacher's eyes "You're lucky you didn't get your head blown off."

"Master Harry would never hurt a house elf and Kreacher knows it." The creaky way Kreacher talked was like the voice of a man stranded in the Sahara Desert with no water for three days.

"How was I supposed to know that you were a house elf jumping out at me like that? Now are you going to let me in and explain this or are we just going to stand here?" Harry didn't mean to be rude but truth be told he was exhausted.

"Of course Master." Kreacher stooped low and opened the door so Harry could walk through. Harry waited just inside the door to be shown to a bed to sleep in and Kreacher wordlessly lead him up the stairs to a dark room. Harry immediately shrugged off his traveling robe, kicked off his shoes and jeans, then flopped into bed. 5 minutes later Harry was immersed in a deep sleep.