AN: Hey-o! Next chapter, and I sincerely have no clue what I am doing with this anymore. Please review with what you would like to see, otherwise it will likely become a piece of crap. And before you ask, yes this is my house, Harry was sitting in my chair, and in my room. I have candles everywhere. Lucifer was in my dad's chair, and in my parent's room. Sirius was in Mommy's (yes I still say that) chair, and in my eldest brother's room. The closed room was Micheal's, my other brother. Since he moved in with his mom, then went into the Navy, it has become the guest room that never got finished. I would love to know if any of you can guess what town this is, because it is where I live and if I mention it to people not from here they always ask me, "Like that TV show?" Anyway, now that I'm rambling properly, I should get this on the road. Enjoy, and let me know if you have an idea! Please. Also, this is being updated ahead of schedule because I accidentally worked ahead of schedule. So, instead of this at the start of April, you get it now so that I don't have to work through a lot of theater things. So, Mark or Harry?will be at the start of April, and Little Emerald at the end if I can swing it.

I don't own he characters, but the house is literally mine.

Giada Draven, out!

The three landed in a small-ish living room, which had a large flat screen TV in a stand against the stone wall. There were windows on two of the walls, showing steps that led to a driveway on one side and a long yard on the other. In the corner between two windows was a hanging birdcage, with a model house standing inside. In front of it was an old recliner, that looked like it was well taken care of, and a tall lamp stood beside it. In front of the middle group of windows was a worn beige loveseat, and on its right was an old end table. At the end of the line of chairs was a leather recliner, with puzzles and books piled around it. Then there was an open doorway, through which there was an open room with a door to the yard, a hallway, and the doorway of the kitchen. Back in the living room, there was an open door (this time actually have a door) that also led to a packed kitchen. Finally, there was a large fireplace surrounded by little knickknacks, such as small carved turtles, and on odd painting of a saxophone.

As soon as they landed, Lucifer went and sat down in the recliner, leaning back and turning on the lamp. Looking at him, Harry shrugged and went to sit in the leather chair, picking up one of the many crosswords and a pencil so that he could work on it. Siri looked utterly confused, but sat down in the loveseat anyway, sitting on the edge in case he had to defend them quickly. After an hour of Lucifer sleeping and Harry doing crosswords, Sirius finally got fed up. "So, where exactly are we? You just whisked us away from Grimmauld, not that I'm complaining, and now we are in a place that doesn't even remotely look like England."

Lucifer cracked open one eye and yawned, stretching as he sat up. "We are currently in Kentucky, a little town that almost no one knows about except for a TV show that misspelled its name. One of my favorite safe houses, especially because it feels lived in. And there is room for everyone, just go claim a room that isn't closed. No one in this town asked questions, other than why we are visiting here. The most that happens is a big storm, or a drought." With that, Lucifer went back to sleep, letting Sirius get a feel for the house.

He went to explore, going into the hallway and finding there were three doors on the left, spaced out oddly, a white door at the end of the hall, and a small alcove that worked as a crossroads. One led to a linen closet, the one in the middle was a red and black bathroom that had mirrors all around the top part of the walls. The final door was obviously the master bedroom, with a closet hidden behind folding wooden doors. Letting it be, Sirius went to the first door on the left, finding that on the door was a sign saying "Harry's Hole, stay away unless you have books or food." The second door was closed, with a broken space heater next to it. The last door opened to a set of red carpeted stairs, and when he went down he found a large-ish room with a pool table on the side he stood in, a mini-fridge next to the doorway and a bed frame against the wall on the other side of the room. For some reason, the mattress was on the floor in front of a TV and a console, which had blue lettering spelling out 'PS2'. Deciding this would be his room, he went back up the stairs and closed the door. However, before he could go into the white door at the end, Harry called out to him.

"Hey, that room isn't really safe." Turning around, Sirius found Harry pointing at the door. "Some dogs and a cat used to come here all the time, and the used the room as a loo. We couldn't get it clean, at least not without using some angel mojo, so we don't use this side of the house. It has it's own little living room, a door to the yard, and a bed that connects to a bathroom. Too bad that we can't use it, we could likely rent it out or something." Shaking his head, Harry went into his room, leaving the door open and showing a few posters on the walls, for modern TV shows. Next to the door was a bookshelf, crammed with books on the bottom two shelves and cards and trinkets on the top. The very top of it held odd things, such as an old angel lamp (and wasn't that ironic?), a bar of lye soap, and a gilded jewelry box packed with odds and ends.

There was a very small closet, filled with comfortable looking leather jackets. A bed was covered in large comforters, one even being of Disney Princesses, of all things. The dresser had candles scattered all across it, and as Harry reached it picked up a lighter and lit a green one that looked like the water in a pond. A few of the others had been burned so low that the lighter couldn't reach it anymore. The most prominent feature of the room was the fact that there were stacks of books everywhere. Novels, series, colouring books (which had piles of coloured pencils next to it), even a calligraphy book had several pens sticking out of it.

Harry flopped across the bed, kicking off his shoes and cuddling under the princess blanket. With that, he pulled out a book, Lord of the Flies, and began to read. Without looking up, he said, "You can do whatever you like, but I don't recommend the room back there. If you need anything, I'm here and Luci is in the living room." Then he kept reading, leaving Sirius to his own devices.

Though he didn't seem it, Harry was very worried. He knew that Luci would keep him safe, but there was still the possibility of Voldemort or some of his Death Munchers tracking them down. And, while Lucifer would be fine, Harry and Sirius could be killed. Of course, he also knew that if it came down to it, Luci couldn't fight his fights for him. Then, there was the threat of the demons of hell finding out that he was free, and then trying to track their creator down. This would attract the attention of hell, the supernatural, and most likely heaven as well. This would not end well if they were ever found.