Severus fought the tears trying to fall from his eyes as he looked at his lost friend in front of him.
He knew...
If he did this, he sealed their fate...
"I'm sorry." He choked out to her. "It's got to be now."
He gripped the wand in his hand tigh...
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August 1994
"I know it's not much, but I figure we can spend time this week decorating and furnishing it however you like..." the blue haired woman said nervously.
Harry turned to face her "It's perfect. Thank you."
In all honesty the flat was beautiful. It had high ceilings and large windows all over, that had perfect views of the city below. Every room opened into another so no matter where you stood you could see every angle.
Harry's room was large as well, it had a private toilet/washroom attached to it. The bedroom had a large bed in the center that Harry immediately wanted to dive into and never come out of. There was a dark mahogany desk to one side that had a perch for Hedwig next it. His room also had a large window in it that over looked the direction Harry was sure the leaky cauldron was in. There was a rather cozy looking bench perched in front of the window, and he knew he'd probably fall asleep there a time or two in the future.
The flat was perfect in Harry's opinion. it had five bedrooms, A grand looking kitchen and dinning room, and a very spacious entertainment room.
The house came equipped with multitudes of muggle technology, which Harry wasn't surprised by, but was confused to see. There was a tv with a SNES hooked up to it, a bookshelf beside it that held a few games and about a million VHS movies.
The flat was painted a warm very light grey color that made all the small accents of yellow and red stand out.
It wasn't quite as lived in feeling as the Weasley's, but Harry thought it still felt like home.
"Alright! Well get your shit unpacked while I figure out dinner, then we'll all have a chat or what-not."
"Language!" Moony yelled from another room.
"Your language is worse than hers!" Padfoot yelled back.
"Shut the fuck up Padfoot!"
Harry chuckled at the ensuing argument between his godfather and uncle, as Miss Night smirked at him.
"Better get used to that." She said.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Harry smiled at her.
Harry was used to making dinner, it was something he always did at the Dursley's, even if he never got to eat what he made.
It was a little strange cooking with someone else, but Miss Night made it interesting. She never used a cook book for one, like everything she did was something she'd perfected down to an art.
They were making enchiladas. Harry had never made them before, but it seemed pretty easy, though definitely messy.
She had everything laid out in front of them and the pair were carefully rolling everything together before placing them in the baking dish.
