Begin Again: Harry's Life Post-War
Chapter Five:
Harry had just told Ginny via owl of his finding a house, and about it's location and current owner. Ginny had seen the house also in the newspaper, so was keen for Harry to have a look. He phoned Leah Eddison, and was currently waiting on the doorstep for her to arrive at 11 o'clock. He peered into the small living room window into the room. It was adorable, he could see himself and Ginny watching television or roasting marshmallows on the fire there. It had just enough space for a small couch and maybe an armchair or two.
Leah Eddison, a lady with fair hair, deep brown eyes (much like Ginny's, only darker), and a short frame (she was so small), walked up the garden path to where Harry was.
"Leah, right?" Harry asked, shaking her hand. "I'm Harry."
"Hi, Harry, and yes, I'm Leah," Leah replied, a smile warming her features. "Come in."
She lead Harry inside. It was warm. The door lead straight into the kitchen, with the oven and stove on his left and the bench right in front of him.
"This is the kitchen, as you'll probably have guessed," Leah said. "Follow me down the hallway, and I'll show you the living room."
They turned right down the hallway, and turned right at the first door to the living room. It was as cozy as it appeared from the window, with a warm blue wallpaper and a fire place on the left wall. Harry saw the window he has peered into, and the doorstep he was waiting on.
"It's fairly warm in here, so you probably won't need to use the fire often," Leah explained. She turned back into the hall, and Harry followed her to the small bathroom. There was a bath to his right, with an overhead shower, and a basin right in front of him, with a mirror over the taps. The bathroom was a pale magenta colour. Despite the femininity of the colour, Harry quite liked it. He liked the warm wall colours of the house, the marigold hallway, the crisp green of the kitchen, the blue of the living room, and the magenta of the bathroom and toilet next door. All very different to the various black and grey shades of 12 Grimmauld Place. When Leah showed him the bedrooms, the wall colour was a deep mauve. They were the right size for him and Ginny, and guests and maybe children in the future. Harry was just living day to day, so wasn't too concerned about having children right now, although he did want a family.
"So, how do you like the house?" Leah asked.
"I liked it very much. I can really see myself and my girlfriend living here. Can you tell me a little about the history of this house though?" Harry said.
"My sister and I purchased it from our aunt, who used to live here with her son and daughter after her husband died. Then my sister died three months ago, so I can't stay here with all the memories of her," Leah paused, her eyes troubled. "I suppose you can relate. You mentioned on the phone that you have had a lot of death going on recently and want to start over."
"Yeah, my girlfriend's brother, and the parents of my godson among others. It really eats you up doesn't it?" Harry asked, feeling a little sad talking about this.
"Yeah," Leah replied.
"Well, we'll take it. My girlfriend saw it in the paper and liked it, so I'm sure she'll agree," Harry said, trying to take both their minds off the death subject. "It's really nice, and warm too."
"I'll talk to the council about transferring my ownership of the house to you tomorrow," Leah said. "How does that sound?"
"Good, really good," Harry said emphatically.
Author's Note: Sorry I've taken a while to update. But here the new chapter is! I'll update again relatively soon, when I get the time. Things have been rather hectic lately!