Harri crossed her arms with a smirk as she rocked the chair back and forth on two legs, using it as a way to hone her reflexes by not falling and not making it obvious what she was doing.
"How did you know that?" Moody asked suspiciously.
Harri rolled her eyes, "Experience. You wanted someone who could beat Moldyfart, so, you got someone who could. Who better than someone who has done it before?"
"You're eighteen," James deadpanned.
"So are you." Harri shot back. "Age doesn't matter when you've got a crazy dark lord after your head." With that comment, she checked the time again, and noted that it was one in the morning. "Is there a place where I can crash tonight or do I need to go find a park bench or something?"
"A park bench?" Lily asked. "Why not go to the Leaky Cauldron and rent a room or something?"
"I've got no money, had none on me when I was pulled here, and so I've got none now. I can't rent a room, so park bench would be the way to go." Harri shrugged, unconcerned. "Wouldn't be the first time I've slept on one."
She ignored James' splutters at hearing that she had slept on a park bench before and raised her eyebrow at Dumbledore, expecting him to be the one to answer.
"If no one else allows you to stay with them, then there are guest rooms at Hogwarts and you can use one of them." Dumbledore offered. Harri nodded to him then turned to everyone else.
"You can stay in my flat with me," Lily said in a tone that brooked no argument.
"Great." Harri stood up and stretched, following Lily to the door as the meeting itself ended and everyone began to go back home. She took Lily's outstretched hand and prepared herself for side-along apparition.
Landing in a small living room, Harri took a second to recover before really looking around. "You have a nice place," she said. The living room was connected to the kitchen from the left (if you were looking while walking through the front door), and was separated by an island counter with a few stools. To the right, there was a small hall, and three doors.
"Thanks. The door on the left side of the hall, closest to the living room, is my room. The other door on the left is the bathroom. The one on the right used to be the guest room, but it's yours now." Lily explained, putting her coat on the rack next to her.
Harri nodded and made her way to the room indicated, throwing a 'thank you' over her shoulder as she went. Stepping in, Harri swept her eyes around the room.
It was fairly basic, with a small closet on the left and a bed against the same wall, a desk in the right back corner, and a window with a view of the street below them across from the door. The carpet was a soft white and the walls were a cream color, with the bedspreads a light brown that tied it together.
Simple, basic, not posh at all…. Harri liked it.
Taking off her jacket and boots, Harri sat on the bed and toed off her socks before flopping backwards, laying across it sideways.
It was comfortable, that was for sure.
Harry gave a small sigh and sat back up, looking down at her clothes with a considering twist of her lips. The clothes couldn't be transfigured, something Harri had found out the hard way- and still hadn't lived down, unfortunately- when she and Neville had been experimenting with the prototype versions of them, so even though they were damn comfortable, she wasn't able to sleep in them (they also happened to be the only clothes she had at the moment).
~Flashback~
Neville was laughing, even as Harri yelled at him to do something. The boots to their clothes idea were not working as they should, and Harri was not having fun.
She glared as best she could- which wasn't saying much, considering the situation, as she tried to take off the one boot she was wearing. Instead, though, it moved faster, shaking Harri around.
She was hanging upside down, her foot stuck in the boot as it moved around back and forth, flopping her around like a rag doll.
Neville's laughter did not help.
"This is not what was meant to happen!" Harri yelled as it moved faster; she had given up trying to bend herself up to take it off, and was now trying not to lose her lunch. She may be a Quidditch player, but this wasn't a broom and she had no guarantee she wouldn't drop (she didn't have that in Quidditch either, but at least the pitch was layered with cushioning charms, even though they weren't that effective from a couple hundred feet up). It also didn't help that they were in the Chamber of Secrets, thus if she fell, it would be on solid rock.
Neville laughed harder even as he moved to stand beneath Harri, catching her as the boot finally released her foot. "Having problems?" He asked rhetorically, looking down at her from where he now held her, bridal style, in his arms from catching her.
Harri flushed slightly, "Shut up." He laughed and Harri sighed, resigned to be teased by him for this for the rest of their lives.
"Something to add to our book," Neville chuckled, still recovering from his laughter as he set Harri on her feet, "is that the clothes obviously do not react well to transfigurations."
~End Flashback~
Harri chuckled as she remembered that day in fifth year. The clothes had been an idea the two of them had had since they were first years, even if then it had been a joke and had only been halfway thought about up until fifth year.
They had decided, what with Umbridge and all, to do some project to distract themselves from her, and the idea had just popped up again as it had done off and on for the past four and a half years, and they had the 'why the hell not' sort of attitude about it.