"Lord Potter," said Daphne Greengrass who had just entered the office of Lord Black.

Harry stood from his seat, "Lady Greengrass. Please join me for the evening."

After she made herself comfortable, she asked him, "I received your correspondence about needing my assistance with a delicate matter and as I remember, I promised you that I would help you. So, I am here awaiting your pleasure."

"Lady Greengrass, as you are aware that I received a communication from one Narcissa Malfoy the other day. In the letter she had asked me about a boon, but the thing is that I know nothing about this stuff, and I have no idea if she might try to manipulate me somehow. I want your help because you are well versed in their ways, and you understand these things better than I do."

"How did you survive all these years without knowing anything?," she asked him.

"Dumbledore," Harry answered simply, "the old Headmaster had looked out for me since I was a child. In my whole life he tried to do the best for me.. Since he placed me on the doorstep of the muggles, he had been looking after my best interests. Through all my years at Hogwarts, he guided me and looked out for me. Then there are Ron and Hermione. They have been there for me since the first train ride to Hogwarts and who remained by my side until the end of the war. I have become dependent on them, I guess."

"Looks like Dumbledore had you under this thumb this entire time," She said, "I am curious though. Why didn't you ask Granger or Weasley to help you?"

Harry snorted, "I think we both know the answer to this question. Hermione, brilliant though she is, is a muggle born and knows no more about the finer aspects of the Wizengamot than I do. She can find anything that is to find in a book, but she cannot know the intricacies of the wizarding society at large. Ron, well he is a Weasley. They are very honourable and stay well above all the pureblood tripe but in their desperation to stand apart from others, they do not teach these things to their children. I even tried to ask Andromeda, but she told me flatly that if I took her along, they both would end up trading hexes. There is much bad blood between them still."

She nodded, "looks like I am your best bet in that case. We will have to do a lot of homework before the meeting though."

Harry groaned, "I hate homework."

She smirked, "Well you can hate it but that doesn't mean that you can escape it."

The Leaky Cauldron.

The next day, Harry had a room booked by Kreacher for the meeting with Narcissa at the Leaky Cauldron. The Room was a private Parlour situated upstairs and which was considered one of the best that the Inn had to offer.

Currently, Harry and Daphne were in the Inn and waiting for their guest. Tom the barkeeper was asked to escort his guest to the Parlour which they were using. Kingsley had told Harry that Narcissa was temporarily released under guard of two Aurors and both of them were muggle born. Kingsley wanted the Malfoys to understand that the old guard was changing, and the old guard was going to be restricted to the annals of history where it rightfully belonged.

Harry, as instructed by Daphne, was wearing a robe of the highest quality that he could purchase from Twilfitt and Tattings, the premier robe shop where the elite of the wizarding world went. His hair was also behaving for once with the help of copious amounts of Sleekeazy shampoo. He sat in the chair, his face devoid of any expression and his eyes giving a blank look.

Shortly, there was a knock on the door and the door opened. Tom, the barkeep, poked his head in and said in a loud voice, "Your guest, Lady Malfoy,is here, Lord Black."

"Send her in, Tom," said Harry, "And then send up refreshment for three please."

As Tom retreated, Daphne sat on a chair at a side from Harry so that no one would confuse her as being together with him. Rumour could travel fast in the wizarding world.

Narcissa Malfoy entered the Parlour a minute later. She raised her robes just enough that Harry could see her ankles and then she sat on her knees before him, "Lord Black, I pay my respects to you."

As she was doing her curtsy towards him, Harry noted that she did not look like her former self. Prior to this, he had met her twice and each time she had looked the epitome of pureblood lady. Each time she was dressed in finest robes, had a sneer of disdain on her face for everyone and she looked so haughty as if she were royalty. Now however, she looked bent, her hair was disheveled and tied in a bun, her robes were wrinkled, and her face sported an expression of utter defeat.

"Rise," Harry said, and she rose from her place.

Harry pointed her to a chair, "Take a seat, Narcissa."

After she was seated, he asked her, "What boon were you alluding to you in your letter, Narcissa?"

She looked hesitantly towards Daphne, "It would be better if we have this conversation without anyone else being privy to it."

"Lady Greengrass is my ally and confidant, Narcissa. She has my complete trust and whatever you have to say, you will to say in front of her."

"Lord Black, I am sure you remember that you went into the forest to confront the Dark Lord and he hit you with the killing curse again…"

"You were hit with the killing curse again and you survived?," Daphne gasped in shock before controlling herself.

"…and then the Dark Lord asked me to check if you were dead," Narcissa continued as if she had not been interrupted, "I lied to him at that time and I saved your life."

Before Harry could reply, Daphne interrupted her, "Where are you going with this story, Lady Malfoy?"

She looked at her disdainfully, "I was merely apprising him of the life debt that he owes me, Greengrass."

"Language, Narcissa," Harry admonished her, "And you should call her Lady Greengrass and not merely Greengrass."

He then turned to Daphne, "You were saying something, Lady Greengrass?"

Daphne nodded, "Lady Malfoy, what do you seek in favour of the payment of the life debt that you suppose he owes you?"

"I want him to vouch for my husband and son at their trial," she said simply, "If he is asked, they can't deny him anything."

Harry looked towards Daphne who looked troubled and Narcissa was sporting a victorious look though she concealed it well from them. Signals were exchanged between Harry and Daphne and Harry turned to Narcissa, "Please leave us alone for 30 minutes, Narcissa. I need to confer with my ally over the boon that you have just asked for."

As Narcissa left the room, he turned to Daphne, "So what do you think?"

"She is crafty, very crafty," said Daphne, "She has played her role well earning your sympathy."

Harry frowned, "It didn't look like that. She was looking very troubled to me. I have met her before, and she looked completely different."

Daphne laughed heartily, "Lord Potter, she tricked you."

"What do you mean?," Harry asked her, flabbergasted.

"Did you not see that she only faking it? Her robes though wrinkled are of the highest quality and the latest fashion. Her shoes were spotless, and I can bet all my galleons that she had removed her make-up before entering the Inn just so she can have your sympathy. In her haste, she forgot the blush on her cheeks."

"So how should I deal with her?," he asked.

"She is trying to put you in a tight spot. If she saved your life then you owe her a life debt," said Daphne musing, "However if you have something that can counter it, then we can negotiate with her."

"Counter? Meaning?," he asked.

"Meaning if you saved her or a member of her family's life, for instance," Daphne said.

Harry grinned, "Oh well, I saved her son's life twice in a night."

Daphne whistled in appreciation, "Well that certainly help things."

When Narcissa re-entered the Parlour, Harry said without any preamble, "Narcissa, I have thought hard about what you propositioned to me in exchange of the alleged life debt."

She waited for him to continue, "Narcissa, I freely admit that you saved my life in the forest by lying to Voldemort and that you can ask of a boon to discharge this debt but then I have two life debts that your family owes me, specifically your son owes me."

Narcissa's face paled for a bit before she was in control of her senses again, "In that case I would discharge my claim against yours, Lord Black."

Harry nodded, "So now we can come to the boon now that you cannot trick me into doing whatever you want?"

She said stiffly, "It was not a trick, Lord Black. I was merely making favourable conditions to get the desired boon from you."

"Ask your boon, Narcissa. If it is reasonable, I will grant it."

"All I desire is for you to defend my family at the Death Eater trials, Lord Black," she said.

Harry shook his head, "I have seen the war from close up, Narcissa. I have seen what you husband did in the service of Voldemort. Your husband was his no. 2 until he fell from grace after I escaped from Malfoy Manor. His crimes cannot be forgiven and to do so would be dishonouring the memories of those who were brutally killed in the war. Besides, who knows the real extent of Lucius's atrocities. No, I am not going to plead for him."

Before she could interrupt him, he continued, "The night that Dumbledore died, I was there, Narcissa. Dumbledore had wasted time in petrifying me in the Astronomy Tower or Draco would not have got the jump on him. It was there that I understood the full extent of Draco's villainy. He had almost killed two students whilst trying to kill Dumbledore and had shown no remorse. None at all. Your son has antagonised me all the years that I have known him. He left no stone unturned in getting me into trouble and yet, you are here asking me to ask the Ministry to pardon him. I flatly want to refuse you, but I know what Draco has been through the last two years. He had to take the Dark Mark and try to kill the Headmaster to keep his family safe and to pay for the failure of his father. Your husband had messed things a great bit for Voldemort by losing what he was after in the Ministry. When it came to killing Dumbledore, I saw that he didn't have the guts. He could not even level his wand at Dumbledore let alone kill him. If Dumbledore had not planned his death in advance and if he were not weak due to a potion that he drank, I am sure he would have defeated Draco without a wand. It is due to Draco's role in the war and the fact that he took the Dark Mark that I am not feeling inclined to plead for him either to the Ministry or the Wizengamot."

Narcissa's eyes welled up with tears, "Lord Black…"

Harry however continued, "And then later in Malfoy Manor your son recognised me, but he refused to acknowledge that it was me. If he had done so, Voldemort would have come at once and it would have ended badly. For that small act and in hope that he can redeem himself, I will ask the Ministry to spare him but expect nothing more of me."

Narcissa had fallen on her knees again, "This is more than I hoped for, Lord Black. You are most generous."

She stood and left the Parlour, Harry turned to Daphne, "How did it go?"

She grinned, "It was perfect. You laid into her about why she was an idiot to be asking what she wanted, and then you granted it anyway showing your magnanimity. You almost looked like a Slytherin at that moment."

Harry grinned, "Well about that… the Sorting Hat wanted to place me in Slytherin."

"No way!," Daphne shouted, "I can't believe it. You are taking the mickey out of me."

Harry's grin got wider, "It is true though. On the first train to Hogwarts, I had already heard a lot about Slytherin, none of it good. Then I also had a run in with Malfoy and his lackeys on the train itself. His manners, his smug attitude rubbed me up the wrong way and I was sure that I didn't wanted to spend seven years in a dormitory with them. He was already sorted before me, so I asked the hat to not to put me in Slytherin. The hat argued with me, but I managed to convince it to put me in Gryffindor."

Daphne was looking at him open- mouthed, "You mean we could have the boy-who-lived in our house if it were not for the blabbering idiot, the moronic Ferret? Oh, I so wish we were in Hogwarts and Tracey was here. She would have ripped him from limb to limb."

He raised an eyebrow, "What Tracey has got to do with it?"

"Oh, Tracey got…," Suddenly Daphne stopped herself, "It's nothing, Lord Potter."

Harry let it go and asked her, "Where is Tracey these days? I haven't seen her since the war was over."

"She was killed last year with all of her family because her father refused to bow to the Death Eaters and join them," Daphne told him.

The Potter Manor.

After they left the Inn and went to Diagon Alley, Daphne asked him, "Is there any other service you require of me, Harry?"

Harry nodded, "Yesterday I found from my ledger that my family owned a Manor house which was put into Stasis when my parents had to go into hiding. I wanted to see the place where I would have grown up if it was not for Voldemort. And I want you with me so that I can ask for your help if I encounter any problems."

She nodded, "Of course I will help you, but I must remind you now that you owe me for all the assistance that I have givenyou today and if I were to remind you of our terms of payment, I want some questions answered. Questions that would help me understand the enigma that is Harry Potter, the boy who studied with me for 6 years at Hogwarts."

He nodded, "I have already promised you, haven't I? This evening, I will visit you at Greengrass Manor after we are done visiting Potter Manor and then I will answer your questions. Deal?"

She nodded, "Deal. Now how are we going to Potter Manor?"

Harry presented his arm to her, "Please hold on to it, Lady Greengrass. A gentleman always escorts the lady."

She leaned on his bicep and his twisted his Lord ring rightwards. With a jerk behind their navels, they both were gone.

Longbottom Manor.

Neville Longbottom was just going to sit down to dinner when there was the sound of the floo in the other room. Neville leapt up from the seat with his wand in hand and heard his Elf enquire of the visitor.

Before the visitor could speak, Neville had entered the floo room and saw her. She was clad in robes which accentuated all the curves in her body and her flaming red hair was tied back in a braid down her back. She was sitting on haunches talking to Elf, "I am here to meet, Lord Longbottom. Please inform him that Ginny Weasley has come to visit her."

"Ginny, what are you doing here?," Neville asked her.

The Elf disappeared seeing Neville and Ginny stood up, "Mother and father are visiting Andromeda, Ronald is helping Charlie and George to stock the shop, and Percy is at the Ministers. I was alone and getting bored, so I decided to visit you. I hope I didn't come at the wrong time."

He shook his head, "No, it's all right. Gran is in the dining hall waiting for me at lunch. Come and join us."

Ginny hesitated for a moment. She subconsciously was aware that she was in the Manor of a pureblood house and going to meet the matriarch of the house who was a pureblood through and through. Dowager Longbottom respected the traditions and it bothered Ginny that she may not approve of her for being dressed inappropriately or something. Then she decided that she was not going to worry about it. She had been through a war, looked down up by Death Eaters and had not faltered. She would not falter now.

When she entered, the Dowager Longbottom was on the table, on the right side of the chair of the head. She stood up when Ginny entered, "Hello Mrs. Longbottom. How are you?"

She motioned for her to sit, "I am fine, Ms. Ginevra Weasley. I hope you and your family are well."

"Yes, we are fine," Ginny replied and pulled a chair by herself.

Augusta Longbottom snapped at her grandson, "Where are your manners, Neville?"

Neville blushed and helped Ginny sit. When she was seated, she asked, "What brings you here, Mr. Weasley?"

"No one was at home, and I wanted to see Neville, so I decided to visit him," said Ginny casually.

"Without a chaperone?," Augusta raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?," Ginny asked.

"Well, you are a girl who is of the age of majority and your friend is a boy about your same age, traditions dictate that you can't see each other without a chaperone being present."

"I don't keep much stock with those traditions?," Ginny said tersely.

"And why not?," Augusta asked.

"Because I have been taught that if we find something unreasonable then we should discard it. I think that we should trust that a girl and a boy alone can be trusted to not to do something that would bring disrepute to them."

"And if the boy is courting her, then?"

"Then we can trust them to not to go beyond the lines until it is time for them."

Augusta smiled, "I like the fire in you, Ms. Weasley. Never let it die."

Ginny nodded fiercely, "I will not let it die."

Augusta then asked, "Now what are your plans for the coming year?"

"I am going back to Hogwarts. It will be my final year. After that I am going to try-out for playing Quidditch with the Holyhead Harpies."

Augusta nodded, "Very worthy choice."

After that they engaged in lunch and Augusta soon excused herself, "I am going to take a nap, Neville. I swear I have become lazy since you assumed the mantle of Lord Longbottom."

As she retired, Neville turned to Ginny, "She has been doing this a lot lately. She seeks to give me chances to meet with people on my own, makes herself scarce if any friend of mine comes to visit."

Ginny smiled, "That is very kind of her, Neville but why?"

"She thinks that I have grown up now. She thinks that she can't interfere in my affairs anymore, but she forgets that I am still her grandson. It is also true that if it were not for her then I could not live by myself a day alone in this Manor. Between the nightmares and the boredom, I definitely would have made a run for it."

She snorted, "I don't think that the boy who stood up to the Carrows and told them to go to hell would run from anything."

Neville looked up in surprise, "How did you know that?"

"Well, I knew that Hannah had crush on you, and I wanted to help her. I was following you that day when I saw you confronting the Carrows over them torturing a firstie with the torture curse. I remember how you told them to go to hell and I was awed. Later, I made sure to mention it to Hannah."

Neville's expressions were pained, "It doesn't matter now, Ginny. Hannah did what she had to do and now she is not here anymore. You know I wanted to ask her formally and start courting her as soon as the battle ended but I… I didn't know that…"

Neville broke down in sobs and it struck a chord with Ginny who was out of her chair within a moment, without thinking and was hugging the big boy, "It's all right Neville. She was a brave soul who did what she was meant to do. We will remember her for her bravery. If you ever want to talk about it, I am always here for you."

It took quite a while for the inconsolable Gryffindor to get himself in control when Ginny asked him again, "You mentioned Nightmares. Do you also have them often?"

"You also? What do you mean? Do you also have nightmares? I thought it was only a Harry and Neville thing."

She shook her head, "No. We all have nightmares, Neville. When Hermione was here before leaving for Australia, she too had them and she would shake with fright and burst into tears in her sleep. Sometimes she would howl so loudly that it made me shudder with fright. I have nightmares from the time when the Diary possessed me. I never got over it really."

"Oh Merlin! You have it as badas Harry," Neville exclaimed, "If you need someone to talk to, I am always here."

"What about Harry?," Ginny asked.

"You don't know?," Neville asked incredulously, "I mean he has stayed at your house; he is your brother's best friend, and he is your boyfriend. You don't know what he has been through?"

"Neville, I know about the high points, but I have no idea about his nightmares," she said.

"Well, the fourth year and the entirety of fifth year was a nightmare for him. He would often have searing headaches, would continually rub that scar, even passing out at times. Then there were times that he would thrash about in his sleep and once, there was the time when he suddenly woke up thrashing and said that your father was dying. Harry spent the last four years at Hogwarts with nightmares and nothing else."

"I never realised," said Ginny dumbly, "All the time we were together, and I didn't ask him about it."

"Well, it makes it kinda hard to ask questions if you are snogging someone," said Neville playfully and Ginny swatted him hard on his biceps, "Don't ever make a joke like that, Neville or you will face my Bat Bogey hex."

Neville, brave though he was but was terrified for a moment, "Yes, Ginny."

"What is happening between you and Harry though?," Neville asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"You were both together in my sixth year and then he broke up with you when he went off doing who knows what. I was kind of expecting you both to get back together after the battle of Hogwarts but whenever you all are in same room it looks like you are trying to get away from each other."

"You noticed all that?," Ginny asked him surprise, "Well, after the war was over, I started to see him in a new light and doing some honest soul searching, I realised that I was always fascinated with the boy who lived. We are taking a break from each other to see if we have some genuine feelings towards each other."

He nodded, "I'd have thought that you guys had it sorted."

"I think I have stayed long enough," said Ginny standing abruptly, "Mother has told me to invite you for dinner tomorrow."

He nodded with a smile, "I will be there, Ginny."

As Ginny stood up from her seat, Augusta re-entered the room again, "Leaving already Ms. Weasley? Come walk with me to the floo."

Neville started to come with them, and she chided him, "I wish to talk to Ms. Weasley alone, Lord Longbottom."

As they left the room, Augusta said to her, "Thank you."

"For what?," Ginny asked.

"For talking to him. He does not open up to anyone, keeping everything to himself. He didn't even tell me that he was having nightmares."

"I did what a friend would do for another. He is a great wizard and we worked together during the last year at school resisting the Death Eaters and mobilising the students against the Death Dater regime. We worked hard to undermine everything that they were doing, and Neville turned out to be a natural a leader as Harry. It was surprising to see him leading us with such confidence."

Augusta nodded proudly, "He has done more than his parents did while he was a student. I regret that I was so hard on him during his childhood years."

"No, Mrs. Longbottom. He absolutely loves you and I don't think he thinks that you were too hard on him. Raising a child without parents is not an easy job."

"Thank you for your kind words, Ms. Weasley. I would prefer if you can visit me regularly. I will get someone to make idle chat with."

Ginny shook her hand and stepped in the floo, "The Burrow."

With a whoosh of emerald flames, she was gone.

As Ginny left, a ghost off a smile was playing on Augusta's lips. She just hoped that she had chosen well.

Potter Manor.

Harry and Daphne arrived in the middle of nowhere. As far as their eyes could see there was plain land without any buildings over what they could see, they were in the middle of a wood and there was no house nearby. There was no sign of Potter Manor, the only indication that a Manor might have stood over this place were a set of gates which stood next to their posts.

Harry was dismayed and it showed in his countenance. Daphne, who noticed this, asked him, "Are you going to remove the Stasis charms, or we are going to keep standing here till the turn of time and turn into stone."

"What do you mean?," she asked him.

"Well, Lord Potter, the Manor is clearly under a Stasis charm since the gate posts are still standing. Don't you notice how an even area has left in the woods like it a plot of land? I am going to guess that they are boundaries of the Manor. The gate is the key to the charm, and you will have to disable the charm."

"How do I do that?," he asked her.

"You would have to smear blood onto the Potter Crest on the gate. Once it recognises you as a Potter, the Manor will reveal itself."

Trusting her advice, Harry sliced his palm a little and touched the crest in the middle of the gate, covering it well with the blood. A second later, all the blood that he had put on the gate disappeared and the gates glowed briefly before the Manor started to reveal itself. The boundaries were right where Daphne had said that they would be. The Manor house was set at quite a distance from the gates and inbetween the gates and the Manor, there was enough space for a Quidditch pitch. The Manor itself looked grand. It was three storeys high and ran in both directions. The left and the right wings of the Manor ran for quite a distance and if Harry were to hazard a guess, there would be a lot of rooms in the place.

The Manor was made of red sandstone, and it gleamed in the sunlight. The windows on the upper floors were as big as himself, and there was a foyer at the Entrance Hall of the Manor.

As the Stasis charm was finally lifted, the doors swung open by themselves without a sound. When he entered the Manor, he felt a jolt go through his body. He turned to see Daphne standing outside the gates and asked her, "Come in, Lady Greengrass."

"Lord Potter, I will need to be given admittance by entering my name in the Ward Book of the Manor," she told him,

"Oh right, I had forgot about that," he said and then raised his wand.

Pointing it towards the Manor, he firmly intoned, "Accio Ward Book."

There was a distant crash and the book came flying through the air. Harry caught with the skills of a seeker and opened it.

There were few names in the Ward Book –

Fleamont Potter

Euphemia Potter

James Fleamont Potter

Sirius Orion Black

Remus John Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Lilly Potter nee Evans

He decided to keep all of the names except one. He viciously removed the name of Peter Pettigrew from the Ward Book and then entered Daphne's name along with Andromeda and Teddy's.

Then he turned to Daphne, "Welcome to Potter Manor, Lady Greengrass."

She entered the house and waited looking at him expectantly.

He nervously asked, "Is something the matter?"

She sighed, "Lord Potter, if you are welcoming any guest in your house, you greet them properly."

"I did welcome you," Harry protested.

"Yes, but that was not proper welcome for a lady," she corrected him, "If you want to properly welcome a lady, you take their right hand and pretend to kiss their knuckles."

Harry caught her right hand and did as she asked. His hot breath on the back of her hand got her hand tingling and sent a rush of magic to her body. This was weird. She was not supposed to feel this way with common courtesy.

Then Harry offered his arm to her, and she felt somewhat shy taking it.

Together they walked slowly towards the Manor house. While they were walking towards the foyer, Daphne kept looking around and a few things caught her eye.

One thing was the stables where she believed Hippogriffs were raised at some time in the past. She also spotted a greenhouse in the distance which was enormous and on other side was a real Quidditch pitch. She could also see a storage shed on the side away from everything else.

When they reached the door, it swung open, and opened into a large hall. The roof of the hall was to the height of the Manor and there were balconies ringed all around it. There were two staircases which started from different sides and merged into one. Harry was trying to make heads and tails of it when Daphne muttered, "It's marvellous."

"You know what this is?," Harry asked her.

"It's a Ballroom," she replied, "All the old families have one in their Manors and it is used for holding parties, etc. I have heard that your grandparents used to hold very extravagant parties in the past."

They checked the other rooms on the ground floor and there was a drawing room complete with sofa set and the windows were big enough to let in sufficient light. There were also a few comfortable looking chairs scattered about in the room.

Another room was a Dining Room which looked like it could seat fifty at once. There was another dining room adjacent to it which was smaller for about ten people at once.

The third room was a broom closet full of old brooms.

There was a room at the end of the corridor though which was closed, and the doors were locked. As Harry touched the door, it opened, and he gasped in surprise. There was a library before him which was so mighty that it shocked him. It was two storeys high, and one could reach the second storey through a staircase in one corner. There were shelves lined up with the walls and filled with tomes.

Daphne squealed in delight, "What a library! It is twice the size of the one at Greengrass Manor."

"Don't tell me you are like Hermione," Harry said.

"Oh please! I am not like Granger. I simply believe in learning more through the practical aspect of things unlike her. It is just that I could not contain my enthusiasm seeing this beauty."

Harry laughed, "You both are very much alike. Are you interested in seeing the upper floors?"

She nodded and they left the library.

On the second floor, there was a room which had a plaque outside it which read, "Lord Potter's Office."

Set at some distance from the office was the master bedroom. The walls were cream in colour and the silk curtains which hung from the walls were of the colours of Gryffindor. In the middle of the room was a king sized four poster bed with hangings featuring the Potter crest on them. The Potter crest was a Griffin in flight with a wand in one hand and a sword in another. On the side of the room was a walk-in closet.

Harry whistled, "Each room here is big enough to contain the Dursleys' house in it."

"Did you say anything?," Daphne asked, and he shook his head, "No. Nothing."

Besides the master bedroom was a smaller room which was decorated like a nursery.

On the other side of the wing, there were more rooms but three stood out to Harry. One was a spacious room with a Stag on the door and it said, "Prongs." The room next to that had a Dog and it said, "Padfoot." The last was obviously a Werewolf and it said, "Moony."

On the third floor were more rooms, an owlery, and some small rooms for House Elves.

As they were descending from the top floor, Daphne said to him, "it would be a major headache to keep this place clean. And we have not yet seen all of it."

He nodded, "We will come back another day and see it. I also need to unveil those portraits that we saw in the corridors."

They left after Daphne told him how to put the house back into Stasis.