SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1A/N's: I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter. I took a week to update...arghhh...that's terrible!! I'm sorry; I have no excuse. I've made this chapter extra long to make up for it! It's more of a transitional chapter but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

Chapter 7: Hugs, Slugs, and Shrugs

Harry Potter opened his eyes sleepily, but abruptly closed them again when he was blinded by the bright sun light filtering through the windows. A voice nearby chuckled and presumably closed the blinds for Harry could no longer see any light through his eyelids. Harry cautiously opened his eyes and was faced with Remus Lupin's smiling face. Harry groaned at Remus's exuberance, and rolled over so he was lying on his stomach and pulled his pillow over his head. Remus chuckled warmly again while Harry just groaned once more. His head was pounding and the tiniest of noise made it hurt even more, as if he were having a hangover. His whole body ached and the numerous cuts spread across it were stinging.

The day—or was it the previous day?—came back to him full force. He blushed under the pillow remembering what he said—or screamed, to Professor Dumbledore. But the flush was erased and replaced by anger about thinking of what Dumbledore accused him of. Dumbledore had said last year that he knows him better than Harry thinks, but if that were true, why would Dumbledore ever think, or have any doubt, that Harry didn't understand or remember what his mother's sacrifice did for him? How could Harry ever forget something like that? He wasn't actually angry or embarrassed anymore at this point, but rather he was seriously hurt.

Someone cleared their throat loudly nearby and Harry jumped. He had forgotten about Remus. In his letters in the summer, Professor Lupin insisted Harry call him Remus as he wasn't and hadn't been his professor for a while now. Harry turned his head and lifted the pillow slightly so that his head was still covered but he was still able to see Remus through the crack.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Remus said cheerfully. "Or should I say good afternoon, you almost slept the whole day away, you must have been so exhausted." Harry just groaned again in return and mumbled something incoherent back. "What was that, Harry?" Remus asked still smiling.

"I said 'good afternoon'." Harry answered annoyed while sitting up with a resigned sigh; obviously he wasn't going to be able to escape Remus' questions and whatnot. Harry was staring down at the blanket with an almost childlike pout on his face. He was really annoyed at being here—wherever here was, since he didn't recognize it, which brought him out of his reverie and he reluctantly faced Remus again—curiosity won over. "Where am I?"

Remus still had a big smile on his face which just annoyed Harry further and answered simply, "We're in your room."

"Um...excuse me?"

"Well Dumbledore brought you here yesterday after...well I don't actually know what happened." Remus started and Harry flushed bright red while looking back down to his lap. At least no one knew exactly what had happened for which Harry was grateful. Before he could dwell on it further though, Remus began talking again. "This," Remus vaguely motioned around himself with his hands, "is your room."

Comprehension dawned on him."But where's Ron's bed? And where did those chairs come from." Harry asked confused pointing at the comfortable looking pair of armchairs in the corner. True, he hadn't been at Grimmauld Place since Christmas at least, but he didn't think one room could change this much. Which just brought him to more confusion. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Wait a second, this looks way too different; it can't be our room."

Remus chuckled and answered in a jovial tone, "Oh this isn't your old room, this is your new room. Molly and the kids have been working on it for a while now. When you're not at the Dursley's," at the mention of the Dursley's, Remus' features hardened slightly, "you'll stay right here. In your brand new bedroom."

Harry still looked slightly confused. 'His room?' He looked around himself with a frown on his face. Remus unfortunately mistook his expression and immediately asked, "Don't you like it?"

Still looking around the room, Harry missed the slightly hurt look on Remus' face. It was gone in a flash as Harry looked back to Remus. "Hmm? Oh no, it's not that, it's great. It's just..." Harry hesitated a moment as if he was trying to find the words to say something. In the end, he settled for just a simple and blunt "Why?" Remus looked confused so Harry tried to elaborate. "I mean, is this really my room?" Remus nodded happily at this but Harry's frown just deepened. "Why would I get my own room at Grimmauld Place?" Harry asked again.

Remus still looked confused for a moment, but then realization clearly dawned on him. "Oh Harry," he started sadly, almost sympathetically, "hasn't anyone told you?"

'Okay this is just getting more and more confusing. Told me what?' Harry thought, but instead just asked "Huh?"

Remus uncharacteristically bit his bottom lip for a moment. "Well, Harry this is your house." he just stated bluntly.

"WHAT?" Harry asked a little too loudly. 'What the hell is going on?' he thought disbelievingly.

"I can't believe no one's told him." Remus mumbled to himself almost too quietly for Harry to hear. He took a deep breath and stated, "Harry, Sirius left this house to you. You're the owner and until you become of age, Dumbledore will take care of the house as per Sirius' wishes." Before Harry could say anything else, Remus hastily got up and glided the chair he was sitting on back so it sat in front of the desk in the corner. "Look Harry, you probably want some time to yourself. Why don't you have a look around the room, get dressed in some new clothes, and come downstairs for something to eat? Ron and Hermione have been dying to see you." And with that, Remus Lupin departed from the room before Harry could get any words in himself.

Harry was just sitting there against the headboard of the bed staring straight ahead. Should he be sad and cry? Or maybe he should be angry and scream and yell? Or perhaps he should be happy? He honestly didn't know what he was supposed to feel. Why would Sirius leave Grimmauld Place to him? 'Duh! You're his godson, you dolt!' his inner voice told himself.

Knitting his eyebrows together, Harry just shook his head and decided to get up to have a closer look around. He swung his legs over the bed, and stood up. 'Ouch!' Harry winced clamping his left hand over his head. He still had a massive headache. When it at least faded a little bit, he gingerly began to look around. The room really was beautiful. The walls were painted in classic white, with a gold trim at the corner between the ceiling and the wall. In the far corner opposite him and the bed, was a beautiful stone fireplace where a large, warm fire was currently roaring with an oak coffee table and two very comfortable looking armchairs in front of it. A bookcase stood on one side of the fireplace, while a large window stood on the other. Next to the large window, an oak desk with a chair in front of it resided, and still next to that, another window. The windows were currently covered in heavy velvet curtains. The rooms colors seemed to be a shade of beautiful dark emerald green and gold; the curtains, the hangings around the bed, the bed sheets, and the armchairs were all done in these colors. All of the things that were made out of wood were a beautiful dark oak. All in all, the room was very handsome in a masculine way. It beat his tiny bedroom at the Dursley's any day.

The Dursley's.

His heart dropped a foot at that name. 'Dammit' Harry thought furiously, 'it wasn't supposed to be like this!' Now he would have to go back to living with his retched relatives at Privet Drive.

He was brought out of his thoughts by faint laughter from somewhere below him and he froze when recognized it as Ron's blithe laughter. Harry angrily clenched his jaw. None of this was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be somewhere like America or Africa where no one would find him and Ron and Hermione and his other friends would be safe. He wasn't supposed to be here at Grimmauld Place where everyone was in danger because of him, or go back to Hogwarts where Voldemort could come and kill all of his friends at any moment. 'Don't forget about yourself. Remember that little song, 'Oh, Potter, you rotter, you can't escape, He's going to kill you, it's your predestined fate.'' His inner voice teased.

It all went back to that stupid prophecy.

Deciding he had enough depressing thoughts for the day so far, he walked towards a door next to the bed that he presumed was the closet. Harry opened it up and his mouth promptly fell open. He had been right, it was a closet. Shelves were stacked on the right side of the closet. Upon the shelves, were an arrangement of different colored shorts and slacks, short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts, jumpers, and anything else anyone could need. Next to the shelves, long flowing robes of every color and material were hung and underneath, below the robes, drawers resided, surely for underwear, socks, and the like. Harry still stood there just staring for a few minutes until his stomach growled loudly. Harry grimaced and patted his stomach. He couldn't even remember the last time he ate. 'That's definitely not a good sign.' Harry thought dejectedly to himself.

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Half and hour later had one Harry Potter standing outside of the heavy kitchen door of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters at Grimmauld Place. He had taken a quick shower and dressed in slightly baggy (thankfully not Dudley-style baggy) dark blue jeans and a simple green t-shirt that Mrs. Weasley was sure to comment on 'how it brings his beautiful eyes out'. He felt sort of weird about dressing in those clothes, but Remus did say they were his. It had taken Harry a little while to find the kitchen from his room. Upon exiting his room, Harry found himself in a hallway he had never seen before. It turned out that Grimmauld Place was pretty large, and obviously charmed. Eventually he found the main staircase and from there the way to the basement kitchen where he assumed everyone was.

Right now, Harry was standing outside of the kitchen door listening to the cheerful talking and joy filled laughter from within. He was nervous about going inside; he wasn't sure what to expect. He was really confused right now and had no idea how to act. He was spared from further thoughts when the door banged opened with a bang and Harry jumped in surprise.


"Harry!!" someone yelled excitedly and his vision was obscured by a mane of bushy brown hair. Before he had any time to react to the fierce hug, he was pushed away so he stood an arms length away from Hermione and was, very unexpectedly, slapped hard across his cheek. "WHAT IN BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING, SCARING US LIKE THAT??" Harry just stood there staring at Hermione's face dumbly trying to ignore the sharp sting on his cheek, when she abruptly grabbed Harry's shoulders and crushed him in another hug. Over her head, Harry saw Ron and Ginny sitting around the kitchen table. Ron gave him a shrug and rolled his eyes as if to say 'Girls'. Ginny was giving him a feeble smile, and her eyes were twinkling in a very Dumbledore-ish way. He was now uncomfortably aware that his shoulder was starting to get wet. Looking down alarmed, Harry saw Hermione's shoulders shaking, confirming that she was indeed crying. Harry panicked; he didn't have the best experience with girls crying and Hermione just wasn't the crying type. He put his arms around her, participating in the hug, and awkwardly patted the top of her head for a lack of something else to do.

She pulled away from him and her cheeks visibly reddened. "Oh Harry, we were so worried." She wiped her eyes and fussed over him in a manner reminiscent of Mrs. Weasley, beckoning him to sit down, and preparing him something to eat.

"Yeah mate, Mum almost had kittens. The whole Order was gone all day looking all over for you." Ron chided playfully. Harry was now squirming uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't want to explain to his friends why he had run away.

In an obvious effort to change the subject, Harry asked, "Where is everyone anyway?"

"Dunno. They've been gone a lot lately. We don't really know where they go all the time." Ginny answered while Ron nodded in agreement.

They settled into an uncomfortably long silence until they heard the far away noise of a door banging open and cheerful chatter getting louder and louder. The door opened and Mad-Eye Moody, Remus Lupin, and Nymphadora Tonks filed into the kitchen followed closely by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Upon seeing him, Mrs. Weasley rushed over and engulfed him in a giant bear hug, and then went over to help Hermione with preparing dinner. Remus and Mr. Weasley greeted him in a friendly way, and Moody was openly glaring at him, and surprisingly, the usually cheerful Tonks was looking at him in not such a happy fashion. Harry was taken aback by this. Looking towards his best friend to see his reaction to this, Harry noticed his eyes were roaming around looking anywhere but him, and in the end just settled to stare at the table. Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion. He looked around and noticed everyone (but Ron) was staring at him, obviously expecting him to say something, probably expecting an explanation for his earlier actions. Not wanting to discuss it, Harry got up and hastily made his way over to help Hermione and Mrs. Weasley prepare dinner.

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Dinner was a tense affair. Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Remus, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting around the table eating their meal of chicken and potatoes. In the beginning, everyone had tried to engage Harry in conversation, and even when it became obvious he didn't want to talk about what happened, they tried talking about something else. Anything else. The variety of topics would have been quite comical, had Harry been in the mood to laugh. Harry was still peeved at being here, so he either ignored them altogether and stayed out of the conversation, or answered their questions with simple one word answers. After a while, everyone just gave up on their half-hearted attempts at starting conversation, and the table lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.

Harry was stabbing at his food angrily, and just pushing it around his plate. Even though he was starving, he didn't feel like eating. It seemed like such a mundane thing to do. He was hungry but had no appetite. There was no point to eating anyway, besides the obvious.

The silence was deafening, until Harry suddenly remembered something important.

"SAL!!" he yelled out in a panic. Everyone around the table jumped a foot into the air, and some put their hands over their hearts obviously to slow down the frantic beating, and Ginny even let out a scream of surprise at the sudden noise, which in turn just set off Hermione. When no one noticed anything amiss, they looked toward Harry, who was instinctively checking around his wrist, and was scrambling out of his seat. Would Harry not have been preoccupied with other thoughts, he would have seen everyone exchange worried glances and stare at Harry as though seriously doubting his sanity. When he ran out of the kitchen, everyone followed worriedly trying to catch up to the speeding bullet.

Harry ran around the last corner until he reached his bedroom door. It still felt weird to say—or even think that this was his bedroom. Until he was eleven he didn't even have a bedroom, but this was not the time to think about that. His mind was close to panic. He didn't know what had happened to Sal. Dumbledore most likely didn't know about him, so he could have been left at the hotel. He didn't want to think of that prospect, but was already thinking of all of the options for a rescue mission.

Upon entering his room, with a breathless bunch in tow, Harry started calling his name. "Sal?...Sal, where are you?...C'mon Sal, where did you go?" All of the people crowded around the entrance of Harry's room, exchanged another worried look. Mrs. Weasley was disputing whether or not to admit Harry to St. Mungos. It was obvious Hagrid didn't tell anyone about the gift he gave Harry.

"Oh thank Merlin!" Harry exclaimed and rushed over to his backpack that was sitting on one of the armchairs where a silver and gold snake could be seen slithering off of. It seemed everyone else had noticed the snake as well, for Mrs. Weasley let out a scream, Ginny 'oooh'ed' and Ron exclaimed "Wicked!". They were just making their way over to get a closer look when they all froze in their tracks upon hearing the hissing coming out of Harry's mouth.

~Sal! Are you okay?~ Harry asked his friend worriedly oblivious to everyone's expression.

~Oh Harry, it's you. I was wondering when you were coming to get me; took you long enough. Oh yeah, I'm just fine, considering I've been stuck inside of a backpack for over a whole day.~ Sal answered sarcastically. Harry just rolled his eyes at the snake; he was used to the snake's sarcastic nature. He had grown quite attached to it over the last couple of weeks. There was no one else with an IQ over 50 at number four Privet Drive whom he could have intelligent conversation with. ~Hey Harry, who's that?~ the snake asked flicking its little head to the side towards the little group assembled in his room.

~Hmmm?~ Harry turned around and noticed everyone for seemingly the first time. ~Oh those are just my friends.~ Harry noticed their slack jawed expressions and knitted his brow in concern, "Guys, what's the matter?" Harry asked the group. Ron was the first to snap out of it and answered Harry.

"Umm mate, that's really creepy." he said and shuddered to emphasize his point. Harry just looked at him confused. He had no idea what he was talking about. Ron seemed to pick up on that so he did a very bad imitation of what was supposed to be Parseltongue. Harry laughed at the poor imitation and just rolled his eyes. That seemed to snap everyone out of their reverie and they all gave a nervous laugh.

"Guys, this is Sal." Harry introduced. ~Sal, this is Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Moody, Remus, and Tonks.~ Harry told the snake pointing to each in turn. Everyone still looked a little uneasy at the hissing coming out of Harry's mouth, but Ginny broke the ice by coming up to the snake and looking at it admirably.

"Where'd you get it, Harry?" Hermione asked with interest while observing the snake.

Harry grinned. "Hagrid gave him to me for my birthday."

"Ooh, Harry this isn't a normal snake. It's magical! It's called an Evanidus Anguis. They're fascinating creatures; I've read all about them." 'Surprise, surprise' Harry rolled his eyes at this, but luckily Hermione didn't notice. She was busy examining Sal (who was getting really annoyed at continuously being referred to as an object) "Wow...they're really rare. And they're really loyal too if they trust you." Hermione went on. She squeaked remembering something, "Ooh Harry they're really venomous. Their bite is unlike any other. It's really terrible, their venom kills you slowly by eating away all of your organs until only the heart is left. Then they eat your flesh and skin, but the worst part is that you're still alive and your heart keeps beating. Eventually all that's left is the beating heart." At hearing this, everyone turned pale and they recoiled away from Sal and Harry. Harry had to admit, even he was a little shaken at hearing this.

~Sal, does your bite really do that?~ Harry asked his companion in a slightly wavering hiss.

~Don't be silly!~ Sal hissed back and Harry visibly relaxed and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He gave a feeble smile and a thumbs up to everyone that was looking at him expectantly, but Sal went on, ~Our venom eats away the heart eventually too.~

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Lying in his bed at night, with Sal coiled around himself on the side of Harry's huge bed, Harry was thinking about the day. It had been rather weird. He was still exhausted, although his massive headache thankfully faded to a dull stitch. Mrs. Weasley had insisted on healing his cuts on his body, albeit Harry's protests.

He had at least discovered some more about Sal. It turned out that besides his....erm, interesting talent of killing people slowly and painfully, he could also vanish at will. They could also live for a very long time. Sal told him he was very young still, practically a toddler—only 25 years old. Of course when Sal mentioned this, Harry gawked at him. Also, supposedly the number of gold stripes they had indicated how powerful they were. Sal confirmed this and proudly told Harry he had a total of twelve, which was supposed to be very powerful. Hermione was so excited about learning all of this new information, as well as confirming and rejecting previous information about Evanidus Anguis', that she suggested Harry write a book about them. Supposedly it would be 'helping humankind by offering information'. Of course, Harry and Ron just rolled their eyes in unison to this.

Yes, it seemed everything was almost back to normal. Almost—but not quite. Harry was still mad at being at headquarters. He was distant towards his friends and even uncharacteristically rude at times. He didn't want to endanger his friends and everyone at Hogwarts with his presence. It would have been so much easier for everyone if he was somewhere far away. 'Ah, but didn't Dumbledore once say that you have to choose between what is right and what is easy?' his inner voice that sounded like Hermione asked. At this, Harry's other inner voice that sounded just like Ron put his own two cents into the conversation. 'Yeah, but Dumbledore's an old quack, everyone knows that.' 'Hermione' stayed oddly silent after this and didn't say anything in return to that. Harry grinned and mentally high-five'ed his 'Ron' voice in his head, and drifted off to sleep with a trace of a faint smile on his face.

Note: Evanidus Anguis — Vanishing Snake (Latin)

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portected - Thank you! Sorry for the delay.

Facade1 - Thanks for the review! I know you were just kidding about the school thing...lol...I'd be pretty freaked out too if you were serious. Wow...you went from laughing to crying in about two seconds...lol. I know what you mean though about Butch...he was so cool!! He was like my favorite character but he only got about 1/3rd of a chapter of glory! Poor dog...Me and Celtic55 were talking about that on msn the other day too. I told her I was mourning his death. We were just joking around and she suggested someone write a one-shot or even a trilogy (lol) devoted to Butch. lol...I could see it then too: 'Butch—such a happy life came to such a traumatic end. The story of the booty shaking dog.'....lol. Keep up the good reviews!

HavenKane - Yup, that's Mrs. Weasley for you...lol. I agree Dumbledor-ish is the only way to describe Dumbledore...lol. Ah yes, Dumbledore was a little mean, but let's just say, he was very pissed off that Harry ran away, and put himself in danger and basically (in his opinion) wasted the Order's time by making them look for him. As you could see from Mad-Eye and Tonks, the rest of the Order is pretty pissed too. Yes, I enjoyed Harry's little rant, and it definitely was very needed. Poor Harry...I almost feel sorry for torturing him ...almost, but not quite....mwuhahaha...I'm very evil, can you tell? Thanks for the awesome review, keep 'em coming!

FroBoy - Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, I hope this one was satisfactory as well. Keep up the reviews.

JadeLMSkywalker - Thanks! You are 100% right about the stories writing themselves. I never realized it until I started writing my own fic. No matter how much I try to do something, the story just writes itself the way it wants to, and if it doesn't, what I've written is usually crap...lol. Thanks for the review!

Nerwen Faelvirin - Dude, thanks!! lol...I won't change the story too much, at least not my writing style, the story will obviously have to change to progress though...lol. Thanks a lot. I hope you liked this chapter. Please review again!

Raven Dragonclaw - Wow, thank you so much for reviewing my story! This probably sounds corny, but I'm truly honored! You are like my favorite author and your story is also one of my favorite all time fanfics. I'm so glad you liked my fic so far. Yeah I was pretty disappointed myself both that Harry didn't stay away for longer and that Butch and the truck driver died. Which it's kinda weird to be disappointed when I'm the one writing the story...lol...but like JadeLMSkywalker said in her review, the story basically writes itself. I'm glad you asked about how Dumbledore found Harry so fast. I wanted to explain, but there was no way to work it into the story so I'll just do it here. You were pretty close; Harry's howler that Mrs. Weasley sent had a tracking spell on it, plus, the Order members (including Dumbledore) were pretty close by anyway b/c they went to the explosion scene after it happened (that's how Dumbledore got there so fast). I bet it's weird to hear this, but I'm very, very glad Harry reminded you of Tom Riddle. I, personally, feel that Tom Riddle and Harry Potter have a lot of things in common, and I won't go into it in detail here b/c it would take too long to explain, but if just a few things had gone differently in Harry's life, or even if he would have made a few different choices (i.e. the Sorting), he would have probably ended up like Riddle and even vice versa if you think about it. Again, thanks for reviewing, I really appreciate it! Keep it up.

Angelic_devil - *Sigh*, yes you as well as numerous others (including myself) were disappointed that Harry didn't stay away for longer, but like I said, it really couldn't have gone another way. I've said this before, but if I have time, I'm thinking about writing another version where he might be gone for the whole year. Wow, my 'superior judgement'? I'm glad you trust me...lol. About the 'happy and forgiving' thing you wrote in your review, I know exactly what you mean in general, but I don't think that really applies to my fic. Dumbledore and them really didn't do anything wrong, so there's really nothing to forgive. But don't worry, Harry will still be depressed and pissed so they won't 'all hug', as you can see (especially in the end part) Harry is still pissed he's at Grimmauld Place. I agree about Harry being defensive and independent, and I'm so happy to know that you think I wrote him well like that. Keep up the good reviews.

Legend87 - Thanks for reviewing all of my chapters!! Butt jig! I'm glad you like it...lol. Thanks again for reviewing and please review again!

Myra - You're swamped with college? Urghh, that's gotta suck. I can't wait to go to college, but I'm sure I won't like that aspect. What college do you go to? Yeah I like when Harry is pissed with Dumbledore too. I'm glad you liked it, and I'm sorry for the delay in updates. Thanks again, and keep up the good reviews!

angela - You're right, snakes drink water but not tiny little snakes (at least not a whole lot). And Sal is so little (about a foot long) that he doesn't swallow mice yet. Thanks anyway though, I appreciate it. I hope you're liking the story so far. Please review again!

Alan - Excellent! I loved the idea of a snake fight, and I've never thought about it before. Yes, it's Nagini btw. Thanks for the idea, and if I do use it, I'll make sure to thank you in the chapter. Thanks and keep up the great ideas.

mrs-osborne's-class - Thank you so much for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story so far. Sense of humor? Wow, thanks, I didn't think I (or the story) had one. That's a big compliment for me. Thanks again!

Celtic55 - I'd love to read a trilogy on Butch...that would be great...lol! Thanks for going over chapter 6, and all of your comments. I'm so glad you liked the end, I really did as well. I've had just the end written for such a long time (well not really a long time, but way longer than the rest of the chapter), and I couldn't wait to post it. Yeah, there are a lot of emotions conveyed in that part. Harry basically goes from morbid amusement and disbelief, to being angry, to being cold towards Dumbledore, to mocking, to hysterics, to crying and sadness, and so much more. I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

Lolly Phoenix - Thanks for reviewing...I'm glad you like my story so far. Nope, unfortunately I'm not like you and I have to write more. You'll see Dumbledore's reaction—or like you said, lack thereof, soon.

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Woah, I'll definitely need to cut these review responses short a little. Although I love answering you guys' questions and giving my opinion to things. I hope you guys don't mind them; if you do, just skip over 'em, okay?

Thanks again everyone for reviewing. I'm sorry again for taking so long to post this chapter.

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P.S. - I have a floor plan for Harry's room (w/ furniture and stuff) in case anyone would like to see it. It's pretty neat. I can e-mail it to anyone that's interested in seeing it. Just let me know in your review.