Long gone was the dreadful fancy yet ugly furniture that littered the place for centuries. Every tapestry, every picture, everything in Black’s name had been ripped down and sold apart from a single picture of James, Him, Sirius, which had been framed and stuck on one of the walls. Even Sirius’s screaming mother had been torn down, Draco knowing a special potion that could boil off the Permanent Stick Charm.