HP : TRIUMPH

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Harry smiled at the cashier who smiled brightly back as she rung up the dressers, desks, shelves, and futons he had bought along with some chairs and smaller items. He'd already visited a few other stores and bought tables, chairs, couches, and every other piece of furniture or the like that he needed.

"It can be delivered by seven tomorrow morning. Did you want to pay extra for set up help?" She asked.

"No thank. I have some friends coming over to help." He lied with a smile.

"Okay."

She gave him his total and swiped his card through the machine leaving him to punch in his pin code. He thanked her as he took both his receipt and his card back. He left the store empty handed as the stuff would be delivered. Then he hopped into his car and took off towards the antique store near Diagon.

Once in the old antique store he found he saw a few more items then the ones he'd chose last time. He met with the owner again and paid him fully for all the items as he also added the newer found ones to his list. The man even arranged for the stuff to be delivered as Harry finished paying.

"I'll have to come by and visit again." Harry smiled. "You get some pretty interesting stuff here."

"That we do." The man said simply as Harry walked from the store.

Harry flopped down on his couch and smiled in a pleased manner as he glanced around. With the final delivery of his things, some last shopping, and a lot of help from his magic Harry had finished setting up his house. He was quite pleased with everything too.

His kitchen, done in a mix of reds, blacks, and greys was one of his favourite rooms. The island now had three stainless steel stools around it and a large metal rack overtop of it that had all his pots and pans hanging from it. His stove had slid into a slot left for it in the island and blended nicely as it was a dark grey and black. The fridge, a large stainless steel one, was set up in its space with a dishwasher next to it, tucked into a space under the counter. The large sink cupboard was now full of cleaning supplies, bags, and everything else needed. A breadbox and a microwave sat on the counter on the opposite side of the fridge. The kitchen had no upper cupboards so all the lower ones were filled. A large pantry like shelf opposite end of the fridge was also filled. The large window over the sink looking into the back yard had a few spider plants sitting on its sill and let light stream into the kitchen.

The pantry was left the plain brown it was but the shelves were now filled with groceries and it had been swept out. As there was no window Harry had added a pretty light shade over the light bulb to give it some flare.

The back door had a small black mat in front of it and a tall ancient looking black metal coat rack.

The dining room, which moulded flawlessly with the living room and kitchen now held a old deep brown table and large high back chairs. It sat six perfectly.

The living room, which he now sat in, was a cheerful but beautiful room. He had a long dark blue and green couch that looked to be in an old fashioned style facing the fireplace, its back facing the stairs and front entrance. Right under the front window were two deep turquoise blue chairs he'd gotten in the antique shop, a metal black table between them with a tall lamp on it. Two blue and green striped curtains framed the large window. In front of the couch was a long coffee table that was made of black metal with a glass surface. On either side of the fireplace, stood two black shelves filled with books and decorations. In the center of the room, under the long coffee table, was a deep fuzzy blue rug speckled with black and green designs. Tucked in the corner between the shelf and the dining room Harry had put in a blue painted box for firewood.

The entrance way now had a small rug to wipe feet on and a red stained shelf for shoes. He'd kept the closet propped open and slid his only coat inside of it.

The office next to the bathroom had a sky theme and now held a black and white metal futon along with a desk and chair and a mostly empty shelf.

The bathroom, which was only a sink and toilet, had a cloud theme. He'd added some cloud wall paper and added towels and such in light shades of white and blue.

The second floor open area he had converted into a second living room of sorts. He'd put in a long brilliant red couch against the left wall under the window and a bright green chair under against the front wall under its window. Near the stairs he'd gotten a large entertainment stand and put a large TV and VCR player in it along with a selection of a few movies he'd bought. There was also an old fashioned trunk from the antique store acting as a coffee table between the TV and the couch.

For both spare rooms he'd had a double bed put in each along with matching nightstands, alarm clocks, lamps, and dressers. Each closet also held spare blankets, sheets, and pillows. For the green room he'd gotten yellow blankets and for the yellow spare room he'd gotten green blankets. Each was exactly as same as the other but reverse for colors. They also were both quite plain, but warm and welcoming.

The red bathroom was a full bathroom and had been decorated with a bird theme. Birds had been painted on the walls and small designs here and there were shaped as birds. It was mostly red with red and white chequered tile.

The master bedroom was one of his favourite rooms for its colors; purples, blues, and greens. The walls were all a bright blue that had a dark quality in it. The curtains around the windows were deep purple and the small table clothes on the dresser were a grass green along with other small details. The bed, king sized, had a large covering quilt that had a symmetrical snowflake patterns made of a blend of purples, blues and greens. It was really beautiful. The floor was a deep green carpet and felt really soft. The room held a dresser, two nightstands with matching deep green lamps, a wardrobe, a trunk at the end of the bed, and two shelves fit in along with a desk and a chair. The connecting bathroom only had a toilet and sink but was a purple color with a small window and green tile.

The third floor was mostly empty as the open attic space was just that; open. Harry had left it uncluttered as most of the rafters were to low to set much up in.

The bathroom though was quite nice. The floor was a black and white chequered pattern while the walls were a mixture of a silver color and white. The sink was a shining white along with the toilet and tub. The curtains around the small window were black along with the shower curtain, though the shower curtain had swirls of silver mixed in. Harry had also added a few shelves and racks to hold towels, soaps, and toilet paper.

His spire room was one of his most favoured rooms. It had deep emerald green walls with black trim surrounding the place. The large window taking up one of the walls was trimmed in black and as it was mostly a rectangle but with a rounded top there were no curtains. Right under the window he had a large black desk that had a small shelf mounted on the back. Beside his desk was a small bin divided into two; garbage and paper recycling. The desk and such was opposite of the door. To the right of the door against the wall was a double bed. It was low to the ground on a small black frame. The headboard part was just a shelf which held an alarm clock and a lamp instead of having a nightstand. On either side of his door stood two tall shelved that had a connecting top making them outline the door perfectly. Hedwig's cage was opposite of his bed along with her perch and food and water dishes. In the center of the room he'd added a small round rug that was fuzzy black.

The ladder heading up to his loft started at the edge of it. As his loft was only half the length of his room but the whole width of the room and not tall enough to stand straight up on, he had decided not to have his bed up there. Instead he'd covered the walls in shelves and filled them with all his books and magical items. He'd bout a beanbag chair and stuffed it in one of the corners with a lamp. A black rug covered the whole half a floor. There was a small perch up here for Hedwig also.

The warders had even thoughtfully noticed he had an owl and cast a spell on his window. He could keep it open when ever he wanted and no snow or wind or rain would ever get in. Also the cold would never enter. He could leave it open in the middle of winter and his room would never get colder. Also, even though he hadn't asked the carpenters had added a small fireplace which now sat between Hedwig's spot and his desk. It was small but would burn nicely and warm his room right up. He doubted he would ever need to use his furnace.

He'd found that the water tank and furnace were downstairs on the first floor between his office and his bathroom. The door to access the small room was in the spare office. He'd painted over it and hidden it quite well.

Harry sighed happily again realizing his place was finally finished. All he had to do was pick things up here and there to personalize it, but that could take years.

He stood suddenly startling Hedwig who had been sitting on his shoulder. He glanced around.

"I should bake something for the neighbours." Harry said. "Aunt Petunia always made me do that when he we got a new person on the street. It's polite and a great way to meet people. Right Hedwig?"

She gave an irritated bark and flew to the back of the chair where she closed her eyes and relaxed again. He shrugged at his owl's answer and strode into the kitchen.

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Harry knocked softly on the door and waited patiently. Three minutes later the door swung open and a small girl with large curious brown eyes and blonde hair stared up at him.

"Hi!" She chirped.

"Hi." Harry smiled. "Are your parents around?"

"Yup! Mommy! Daddy!"

A few seconds later a short woman with curly brown hair and green eyes strode into the hall carrying a toddler in her arms. The small blonde boy blinked at him and gazed at him from his mother's arms with green eyes that matched hers.

"Yes Cathy? Oh!" She smiled upon seeing Harry. "Hello. Can I help you with something?"

"I'm Harry Potter. Your new neighbour." He smiled.

"Oh! You're the young man who's been darting around the old place next door."

"Yes."

"George! Come here." She yelled back into the house.

"Coming dear!"

A moment later a tall muscular man with shockingly blonde hair and brown eyes came into view.

"This is our new neighbour Harry Potter." The woman introduced. "I'm Katrina Henderson, this is my husband George, and these are my children Cathy and Jake."

"Nice to meet you all." Harry smiled.

"Nice to meet you too." George said gruffly shaking his hand vigorously. "I was wondering who was rushing around the place next door. You've had a lot of people in and out. Done a good job on the garden too."

"Thank you." Harry smiled. "I brought cake as a greeting."

"Well don't stand there! Come on in." Katrina said cheerfully.

Soon he was sitting in a soft yellow kitchen at a round table sipping some green tea. Katrina had taken the plastic wrap off his cake and was cutting the vanilla cake up into triangle slices as it was round, making sure to get a strawberry on every piece. George sat across from Harry with Cathy on his lap. The boy, Jake was sitting in a playpen a few feet away.

"So Mr. Potter." Katrina started.

"Call me Harry." He interrupted smoothly, smiling politely.

"Harry," she said smiling. "Where did you move from?"

"Surrey. I lived with my uncle and aunt. I decided to finally move out though and used my inheritance from my parents to snatch my new house and car up."

"How nice. Did you just finish high school? You look so young!" She smiled kindly.

"Actually." Harry said sheepishly sipping his tea. "I'm only thirteen."

There was a long moment of silence as the two adults stared at him.

"T-thirteen." Katrina stammered.

"I was recently emancipated. Circumstances with my dead parents made it happen." Harry smiled softly.

"But surely you aunt and uncle would have fought for you to stay with them!" She said setting the plate of cake down on the table.

"We never got along." Harry frowned sipping his tea again.

"But what about your finances? You're still in school!"

"I go to boarding school so I don't much worry about school circumstances." Harry said. "And I inherited a lot of money from my parents. My father was quite rich."

The two shifted awkwardly and each took a slice of cake to get their minds from this line of thought. Their faces lit up with their first bite.

"This is delicious." Katrina moaned. "You have to tell me what cake mix you bought."

Harry coughed embarrassedly.

"I kind of made it from scratch."

Their eyes widened.

"Well this is absolutely delectable." George hummed setting a piece on a plate for Cathy.

"Yup! Absolutely." Cathy mimicked eating her own.

Harry smiled.

"Thank you. I enjoy cooking. You'll have to come over for dinner some time."

"That would be lovely dear."

Harry spent another ten minutes chatting with the family before he politely excused himself. He pulled on his shoes and thanked them for the tea.

"Think nothing of it dear. If you ever need anything you come see us. Even if you're just bored."

"Thank you Mrs. Henderson."

"How many times must I tell you to call me Katrina?" She asked exasperated.

"A few more times." He said cheekily.

She smiled at him and he waved goodbye as he headed back to his house. Those were his neighbours on the left. He'd already seen his right hand neighbour. It was just one old lady who was hard of hearing and quite happy to talk with someone. He'd had to stay at her place for over an hour as she fed him her own cookies and munched on his own cake. She hadn't been as shocked about his age. She'd went on about how she had been married at fifteen when she had been young and that a strapping young lad such as himself would do fine in the world.

Harry just smiled.

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