They left Gringotts and stopped for a moment, taking in the warm summer air and the wonderful lovely atmosphere. Then Narcissa turned, her eyes glistening in delight.

"Now, to the fun part. Shopping." Winking at Harry. Sirius who had been dragged along with his cousins when he had been little as well as quite a few dates and a rather demanding Lily Potter groaned loud and grievously, earning a smack on the back of his head by the tall black-blond woman. She stared at him.

"A Lord does not groan in public." She stated in a stiff voice, her eyes staring hawk-like at him. He rubbed the back of his head.

"But hitting your Lord is okay?" He asked grumpily. Narcissa let out a little huff while touching the hair that still covered one side of her face. She then said silently.

"You aren't my Lord. That's...Lucius right now." Harry stepped forward in an instinct like moment and took up her hand.

"We will take care of that Narcissa." He smiled at the woman and she smiled back at him delighted.

"Thank you, Harry, but we are not related and have no former connection, so in public..." Harry let go of her hand stepping back a little. His ears tingled a little red in embarrassment. "Oh, I am sorry, Lad Malfoy."

She nodded again, a gust of wind dangling her hair, revealing the bruise on her cheek for a moment. It was still there, healing spells aren't designed for bruises really. Harry frowned when he saw it. Lucius Malfoy, you will pay for that, he thought to himself. Then he smiled at her again.

"So, Lady Malfoy, to make up for my faux pas, I would suggest we go along with your idea of shopping. We have to redecorate a complete house, that might take a while and Lord Black will be delighted to partake in that, am I not right?" He said with a smirk turning to Sirius. The man clutched his heart in a display of fake hurt.

"This betrayal."

"Sirius no, that can't do."

It was about an hour later. They were at Burkes and Son, the high-end furniture manufacturer in magical Britain. Sirius brushed over a red and golden couch, comfy and welcoming. Narcissa stood next to him shaking her head. He turned.

"Why not Narcissa, it is warm and looks comfy. I like the lining." She sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Harry had wandered off into the store, sitting carefully on different couches and armchairs, always just on the edge, like he was worried to make something dirty or scratch anything.

Narcissa pointed at the couch.

"Because for one it bites horribly with the curtains you want to buy." She pointed at the corner, where curtains were hanging from rails. Sirius was utterly delighted by a set of orange drapes with red lining. Narcissa thought these were horrible, Harry too.

"Second of all, you are Head of a Most Ancient and Noble House. You HAVE colours, green and onyx. Stick with these." She pointed at a dark green couch with even darker wood.

Sirius shook his head, pointing back at the couch he was standing in front of.

"No, I don't give a damn about this whole colours of the house thing. This is Gryffindor, Harry is comfortable with the Gryffindor colours and the whole point is to make Harry happy with our home."

Narcissa groaned coming through her hair with her fingers. Luckily the people who run the place had retreated. Purebloods tended to like their privacy very much.

"Yes, I know that, but your house colours are important. You want to make sure people understand they hare in the House of Black, so you can use them to protect Harry! So take the colours of our House."

Sirius crossed his arms shaking his head.

"The colours of our house are black and dark green. In what world would that not be depressing and dark. I want a light and warm home for Harry. I know image but I don't do image over Harry's happiness!"

Narcissa pointed back at the curtains, gritting her teeth.

"Still it will look just awful with these drapes. Like these colours clash hard with each other."

Harry slowly walked up to them, looking back and forth, before Sirius turned to him.

"Look what I am forced to endure here?" The man ruffled his hair groaning again. He got a smack on his arm by Narcissa.

"Ow, we are not in public, no slapping me for groaning about this tedious enterprise." Lady Malfoy huffed again, raising an eyebrow.

"That wasn't for groaning even if you deserved it, that was for trying to pull Harry on you completely idiotic idea."

"Idiotic? This is warm and welcoming!" He pockets his finger into the gold and red cushions. Harry chuckled slightly, before turning to the both of them.

"I...Sorry, never mind." He turned around again, but Sirius hand on his shoulder stopped him. Harry turned around, his godfather and Narcissa looking at him smilingly.

"What is it, Harry?" The boy sighed, pointing somewhere in the back of the room.

"While...While you two were arguing, I walked around back there, but I could still hear you very well. So I...I might have found something." Both adults turned to each other, their grins identically mirroring. Then Narcissa placed her hand on Harry's shoulder too, the first time she willingly came in contact with him.

"Then what are you waiting for? Show us."

The boy leads them to a setup of furniture in the back of the stool. Bight cream colours in the cushions and the wood were warm beech colour. He pointed to the floor.

"Wait here!" Then the boy turned around, walking into the depth of the store again. A little bit later he came back with an arm full of pillows, green and dark grey. Not perfectly the colours of House Black but close enough. He placed them on the couch, turning around. Then he blushed slightly.

"I...I was thinking we would make the colours present but not the only thing in the room. We are not a football club. Also, I thought the all the wood in the house could be the same kind as this. Carpets in the green and dark grey with a few ravens and wand holding hands, maybe a crest here and there, just not like now everywhere. Walls...I don't know a fitting green? I...Just think that would look nice. Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Harry lowered his gaze. He had no idea of the style of furniture. He had never been asked once by the Dursleys what he thought, and while their house was bright, there was no warmth in it at all. Narcissa stared over at Sirius who looked back at her. Both nodded at the same time, then Sirius stepped forward, smiling and placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. The boy looked up with an uncertain look on his face.

"This is perfect Harry." Harry's smile would have been able to light the whole of London for a year alone.

With the colours and wood, it took them only two more hours to plan everything with the helpful aid of one of the Employees to pick out what forms and how to apply this to the whole house. The man stated it would take their workers about the next two days to do it all and Sirius agreed. He already had this small idea where to go for the next two days, while he eyed his godson, smirking. Harry wanted his room to stay the same and Sirius, under the wrathful eyes of his cousin bought the drapes anyway, "for his own room.". And in rebellion.