Running Away

Chapter 6 - Second floor.

A/N: I like this chapter. Have fun reading.

Harry took a few days to plan this one a bit better, after evaluating the rooms and such. He had an office downstairs, as well as two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a fun room.

This floor had six rooms, two bigger and four smaller. In the left wing, there was one door to the left and two to the right. In the right wing, it was two to the left and one to the right. And he wanted this to be different than before. This was the floor where Sirius and Regulus had both had their rooms, ever since they laid in a cot. So he wanted to treat it with enough respect, that they would have been proud of him.

So Harry started at the left, one more, but with the two small rooms.

He had needed extra time to make up his mind, meaning all rooms had been emptied out, and the floors fixed. All they needed now, was paint, decorations and furniture.

Harry stared at the first room and groaned throwing his head back, when an idea came to him

(A/N. This was where I stopped, and took a moment, as I, as the author, had to come up with said idea.)

The room was too small to have much personality but Harry was driven to give it as much personality possible.

He had begun to use a bit more magic now, especially since he had given Kreacher a tad more to do, with all the plants that needed caring for.

So he built two raised single person beds, in dark wood, with drawers, six underneath each, due to the minimal amount of space. A big mattress, as well as a some wood that would make sure you didn't roll out of the bed, or have things falling to the ground, scaring you bloody shit-less, and having a minor heart attack, because in the comfortable, safe, silence it sounded like a hammer, rather than a bloody stuffed animal, with two tiny beady eyes, rolling down to the ground!

(A/N: Yes I'm annoyed)

Harry poofed up the pillows, and put them into their beddings, which were a beautiful red wine colour. The duvet bedding, was of the same colour, while the sheet was white, on both beds.

A black, red, brown and white quilted blanket on the end of each bed as well. The stuffed animal, of an owl, in the corner of the beds, by the pillows, and then it was finally time to move on.

Harry walked into the hallway, and got one of the many finished closets, into the room, propping it against the wall, and securing it magically, with a few screws.

Looking to the floor, Harry noticed he had forgotten the blanket he had bought, and thanked Merlin for magic, for what felt like the trillionth time, during this whole renovation ordeal.

Turning to the door, he changed it to be taller, and just a bit broader, before completely changing the whole door. Its easier to do the target magic on door frames, with the old door still in place. Besides, this was, he got to break the old door.

It is u healthy therapy, yes, but damn, did it work...

When the door had been changed, Harry turned to the box he had chosen for this room. Smiling softly, he picked up his very first training broom, from his first year. At the end of the year, Madam Hooch had them each engraved and given to the first years, something she did every year.

He hung it above the door, on two hooks. As that was where it all began...

Harry ended up having four different brooms in his time at Hogwarts, and one of each, got hung in the different rooms.

Before continuing on, Harry made sure to have tea with Kreacher, who had backed some cookies for the two to eat.

"How is master Hadrians rooms coming along?" The old elf asked and Harry smiled.