Aurora Borealis

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 

"Green? No. Yellow? Ugh!" Harry wrinkled his nose and tapped the wall again, returning it to its plain tan color. He had been debating the color of his room for a while now. His first thought had been to make it red, for Gryffindor, but that had caused a very disastrous result. Who knew red could be so . . . loud? 

"I think a dark brown should do nicely," Luna's pleasant voice spoke up from behind him. Harry titled his head to the side and tapped his wand against the wall. The entire room turned a rich dark brown that was very nice to look at. Harry grinned and turned to the side where he knew Luna was standing. 

"Thanks, I couldn't decide." 

Luna hummed a simple response as she fluttered over to Harry's bed and plopped down on it. Harry followed her and took in the full effect of his room. With a few extra waves of his wand the room was complete. 

His Gryffindor banner was tacked to the far wall, by far the only red and gold thing in the entire room. Under and around it were the few photos Harry had managed to freeze of his parents, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and some of Luna and Neville. He had as of yet to catch Draco on film and he couldn't put any that he had of Teddy up yet. That boy changed hair color like people changed clothes. 

There wasn't a whole lot of personal stuff Harry had left; he had lost most of them in the war. A craving of his old owl, Hedwig, was posted on top of the dark wooded dresser near the wide window. If Harry wasn't hiding the magic the wooden owl would have flown off its perch and circle once around the room ever thirty minutes. 

Harry changed his bed covers to match his room - they were now a calming dark brown and silvery blue. The carpet, originally a marble floor, was now a soft cream color. Harry had never been in a more calming atmosphere. 

"Wonderful," Luna commented after a long moment of silence. 

"Uh-huh," Harry agreed, a silly grin stretching his lips. "So, Luna, what can I do you for?" For a long time Luna did not speak. She just sat there humming and rocking her feet back and forward. 

"Coffee," she suddenly said. Then she got up and drifted out of the room, expecting Harry to follow her, which he did. 

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The sky was a dark slate grey and the rain was coming down like a thin sheet. Anyone who so much as took one step outside was instantly drenched. It was days like these that the streets of London found themselves completely void of all people. Shops were mostly closed down and everyone was basically secure in their homes. It was Sunday and it had been raining nonstop since Friday. There had been some kind of flash flood warning on the news earlier that morning, but even that wasn't completely out of the norm. 

Harry was curled up in his bed, covers pulled over his head and the sound of the rain beating against the roof over his head echoing loudly throughout the mostly empty home of Grimmauld Place. His only relief of the moment was the slight reprieve in the wave of reporters trying to get at him. Actually, it probably wouldn't even really matter if the sun was out; it wasn't like they could get into the house. 

Suddenly there was a loud knocking sound coming from a few floors down and it was shortly followed by a loud ringing. Harry poked his head out of the blankets and looked anxiously over at the crib near his bed. His godson was knocked out, sleeping peacefully on his back. Harry sighed and then silently slipped out from beneath the warmth his blankets had provided for him. 

The ringing started up again and it was then that Harry realized it was the sound of a doorbell. He hadn't even been aware that this place had a doorbell. Harry traveled slowly down to the ground level. As he walked past the portrait of Mrs. Black, he tugged the curtain close over her screaming face and bulging eyes. It had been a relief when he found that permanent silencing charm, now all he needed to do was to find a way to get the blasted picture off the wall and all would be good.