Hello! This is for myrrhmonkey96's Suffering from Writers Block! The challenge had 5 prompts so the next 4 will be in the following chapters.

This chapter's prompt is #17-"My home reminds me of..." but I'm changing it to "His home reminds him of…" because I cannot write in first person very well.

You can find a link to see the house I used as inspiration on my profile.

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His home reminds him of...

Nothing. It's so complete different from anywhere Harry had lived. It wasn't overly perfect like the Dursley's, nor a large medieval castle like Hogwarts.

It was completely his own. Well, his and Draco's. But Harry didn't mind sharing his first home with his love.

Harry observed his new home from the yard, watching Draco walk through the door into the foyer. He was carrying their last box into the house, making them officially moved in.

The black haired wizard loved the brick colonial style house, had since the moment he and Draco had seen it when house hunting 2 months ago. He loved the four columns moving from the ground up to the second floor. The entire house was made of brick, had 2 porches, and 4 bedrooms.

Harry was shaken from his musings when Draco shouted from the doorway. "Potter! Get your arse in here! I want to break in the new couch!" Draco disappeared from the doorway as Harry rolled his eyes. Harry looked around, making sure none of their new neighbors had heard. It wouldn't do to have the neighbors talking on their first official day in the neighborhood.

Harry had no intention on "breaking in the new couch" as Draco put it. Teddy would be coming to live with them when they finished unpacking, and there was no way he would do anything on a couch his godson would be sitting on.

This house would have good memories. Not ones about being locked in a cupboard, fighting a Dark Lord, or anything else. This place would be filled with memories like waking up next to Draco every day, Teddy waking him up on Christmas morning, and being a family.

Draco popped his head out. "Potter, if you don't get in here, I'm turning your entire wardrobe Slytherin green! I want to break in every possible surface before Teddy gets here!" Harry rolled his eyes again, not caring if Draco turned his cloths green. Draco always told Harry green brought out his eyes. And if he put them on, he wouldn't make it out of their room.

But he knew Teddy wouldn't appreciate smelling sex all over the house. He still remembered Teddy asking them why surfaces Harry and Draco had used for some adult purposes smelled so weird when he came to visit them at Grimmuald Place last month. The Savior learned then that while Teddy may not have turned out to be a werewolf, he still had the senses of one.

***Flashback***

A five year old Teddy ran and latched onto Harry's leg as soon as he came through the Floo. Andromeda followed after her grandson. "Thank you so much Harry, dear. You know how excited he's been since he found out he is going to live with you once you and Draco move. He's been a hand full."

Harry picked Teddy up and held him. "No problem. This way Draco can get used to him being around more." Harry and Andromeda said their goodbyes and Harry took his godson into the library where Teddy kept his toys. Harry watched as Teddy play with a muggle toy train for about 10 minutes before Teddy asked him a very… odd question.

"Uncle Harry, what's with the smell? I smelt it when we passed the couch in the living room. And it's on that desk." Teddy point at the desk Harry was currently leaning on, which had been used for a very different purpose and hour earlier. Same with the couch. All Harry could do was blush and make sure Teddy never went into a room they had had sex in within 24 hours of him being there.

***End***

Harry smiled, wanting Teddy with them right now. He knew Draco would make an excellent father, no matter what the blond thought. And they could be a family in their new home. Make new memories, good ones.

Yes, his home reminded him of nothing. Yet.