"Hullo, Harry. Welcome to Whaler’s Port." Under the soft touch of the man’s voice Harry can hear the crash of waves quite close by. The smell of sea -- musky and green and sharp with salt -- catches him and when he searches for the nearest window he can see the sea outside, down what seems to be a small drop towards a cove. "We -- Sirius, truly -- bought it as a summer home. He thought you might quite like being near the beach."