a different harry potter

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Much like whenever Harry visited Diagon Alley, he also had lingering emotions as he moved about the building. Every so often, he expected to see Sirius sitting at the table in the kitchen, or seeing someone that has passed on around the corner. Not to mention the time of fear they spent there during the Horcrux Hunt. At seeing those observing them silently from across the way, at the nervous energy as they prepared for their infiltration of the Ministry. There was always something: a whiff of acrid smoke, a laugh, a certain sound, a specific scent, they would always come back to him when he least expected it.

A place did not need to have ghosts to be haunted after all.

Still, time also softened the painful parts of Number 12 Grimmauld Place and it was a fine home to live in and Harry was grateful for it.

After showering and changing, Harry walked into the kitchen and sat at the long wooden table there. Most of the time, he ate there unless there were guests that needed to use the dining room. Most of those that visited and spent time with him were perfectly fine eating at the more comfortable table.

Harry raised an eyebrow as Kreacher set a plate and a bowl in front of him, laying out silverware. A large steak sat on the plate and it was accompanied by crisp golden chips and a small salad. The bowl held a French onion soup, smelling deeply savory with the bit of a baguette and gruyere cheese melted upon it floating on the surface. Half of the baguette was placed on another plate with butter. He blinked as Kreacher poured pale-gold liquid into a goblet and arranged it just within arm's length. "Uh, Kreacher?"

"Master Harry said nothing too fancy, not nothing fancy at all," Kreacher said creakily.

"True, thank you. How strong is the wine?"

Wow, our boy's having some fun. That's three in as many days," Harry snorted.

Hermione shook her head. "I wonder if it's with the same person."

"Couldn't tell you, I haven't asked," Harry said. "He tried to get me to come out tonight and make it a double date. Wasn't interested as you see, for many reasons," he smiled at her snort, "and just as well since I had some work to catch up on."

"When was the last time you went out on a date?" Hermione asked, looking at him.

"Not you too," Harry groaned.

"Yes me too. Well, come on then."

"Just last week, I'll have you know," Harry sniffed. "We had a lovely time and I'm seeing her again this week."

"That was me," Hermione said, amused.

"So tomorrow night isn't a date?" Harry gasped, looking wounded.

Hermione laughed. "A friend date, yes. When was your last not-friend and not family-related date?"

"Hermione, a gentleman doesn't tell!" Harry gasped, scandalized.

"Two months ago," Kreacher said as he walked up to the table and refilled Harry's butterbeer goblet and added a cup of tea to the meal. "And Master Harry returned home alone and has not gone out on any similar occasions since."

"Kreacher! That wasn't a gentlemanly thing to do!" Harry said, glaring at the house elf who glared right back.

"Thank you Kreacher!" Hermione said, smiling at him and then raising her eyebrows at Harry...

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