Running Away

Chapter 5 - First floor Rooms.

A/N: Sorry for the late publish, I have been working on a lot of different projects lately. But have fun reading!

Kreacher had finally gotten Harry to slow down and take a break. The man was obviously, very very focused on this whole renovation. Since he arrived, two weeks ago, Kreacher feels that the man had done nothing but change everything the old elf knew. Not that he was complaining about his master! Kreacher would never!

But he worried so, for his master that is... His master almost never sleeps! Always painting or moving things around... Not healthy, no no, not healthy.

Now his master was sitting in his living room, drawing in his art book. Kreacher was dusting the shelves and such, the nice decorations and pictures, all  standing beautifully on the shelves.

His master was good at decorating, the house was slowly starting to feel like, home, to Kreacher, again. Oh yes, he loved it.

"Hey, Kreacher."

Harry said softly, from his position on the couch. Kreacher turned, his head cocking to the side.

"Come here for a sec."

Kreacher walked over to his young master, and sat on the couch beside him, after being invited to do so. Harry positioned his book so Kreacher could see as well.

"I was thinking, maybe we could do something like this, for each floor... What do you think?"

Kreacher turned his head from looking at his master, to the book, his big die eyes, widening.

"Oh Master Hadrian is excellent with ideas! Kreacher will help, yes yes he will."

Harry smiled and rubbed Kreacher on the head, having found out Kreacher liked to be validated, either by words, a small pat on the head, or a hug, when he had a hard time.

"Great. We can start tomorrow... Will you fetch paint, accordingly?"

Kreacher nodded and went to fetch their colour pallets.

And that was how they used their day. Looking through magazines, colour pallets, sketching and visualising.

Kreacher made Harry drink a sleeping potion, so his young master would be well rested for the next morning. And while he slept, Kreacher fetched the things they had discussed, and put in orders for Harry, from those muggle stores his young master, liked.

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Harry stood in the hallway and hummed. This floor had five rooms, not counting the family tree room.

There were two rooms in the same wing as the family tree room, Harry needed to come up with a better name for it...

On the other side, there were two doors to the left and one to the right, along with a bathroom at the end.

Harry nodded slowly and flicked his wand, all doors opening.

Lets get to work then...

Starting with the left side, where the family tree room also resided, he went into the first door on the right, a big room.

Harry crossed his arms, looking at what must have been an old office, a dust covered dark oak desk, with black walls, and awful black drapes, a weird carpet, big office chair, and dead plants, as well as broken pictures.

A couple of bookshelves that had most definitely seen better days.

Harry started by cracking his fingers and removing all the furniture by hand, as soon as it was out of the room, Kreacher did with it whatever Harry had instructed. At the end, the only things remaining, was the Grandfather clock, the desk, the books and whatever pictures were worth salvaging.