Harry awoke to a light kiss on his forehead. He looked up into Ginny's dark brown eyes.

"Good morning. Tempusin." A clock dial hovered before him and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Is there a good reason for why you're waking me up at three thirty seven in the morning?"

She gave him a very suggestive look.

"Your new rooms are ready."

Harry kissed her softly and climbed out of bed, glad he had placed warming charms on the floor and his bed. He threw on a tight muscle shirt and some black jeans, quickly lacing his black sneakers. He took his wand out from uner his pillow and waved it in one long sweeping circle about the room.

The other young men in the dormitory woke up as the entire room began to shudder, cleaning itself and piling all of Harry belongings into his trunk, which locked itself. He tapped it once and it shrunk to the size of a Tic-Tac™, and he slipped it into his pocket. He waved to everyone and took one last good look at Seamus who always slept in the nude, before walking out, hand in hand with Ginny.

When they reached the portrait guardian to Harry's new rooms, Headmistress McGonagall and Dobby were just walking out, followed by Winky and three other house elves. McGonagall gave them a look of surprise as they walked up to her.

"Well, this is unexpected, but we might as well get you settled in now."

She turned back to the large portrait that she had just exited and gave it a small curtsey. The old man winked at her before opening his mouth.

"Lady McGonagall, why do you insist on being so courteous to me?" He was a much older man, and the edges of the painting were starting to yellow, showing that this particular painting had been hanging for centuries.

"It is only fitting, Master Merlin." Ginny gasped and curtsied quickly. Harry stood there, honored that this was the guardian chosen for his new tower.

"Ah. Master Harry. It is an honor to guard the way for you." The merlin in the painting bowed to Harry, his beard becoming tangles in itself as he lifted it from the ground.

"Pleasem just call me Harry."

"Merlin will be the only entrance to and from your tower, Harry. You also have another portrait inside, which leads to your personal rooms. The password for that one should be told only to me, in case of an emergency. The house elves are also for your personal use. They will work from an hour before dawn until an hour after dusk, after which only Dobby will be available to assist you. You have a study, a master bedroom, a bathroom that rivals the Prefects', and your own kitchen, with the same restocking charm as the Hogwarts kitchens. All of your potion ingredients can also be found in the kitchen. Any questions?"

Harry shook his head, still in shock about everything that was going on.

"Very well then. These elves were all given the day to rest, but Dobby will not. He will assist you alone for the day. And passwords must be set."

Harry turned to Merlin and spoke the password quietly.

"Avalon. And for inside … " He whispered a phrase to McGonagall who nodded, a small tear streaming down her cheek.

"Very well. I suggest you get unpacked and get some more sleep. You have a busy few days ahead."

Harry stepped inside of the portrait, helping Ginny to climb in after him. They both gasped. The décor was all black. All black. There was a little bit of blood red stitching, but it was hardly noticeable. The only thing with any real color besides the roaring fire in the grate, was the life sized portrait of –

(Cliffhanger. I'm sorry. Send me your predictions in your reviews.)