As he headed towards his study, Draco took in the space around him with an appreciative eye. He had found the property the Summer before Sixth year - when things had started to look particularly fucked - and his mother purchased it, using funds (carefully converted from Galleons to Muggle currency while under polyjuice) from the Black family vaults. Almost immediately after receiving the keys, Narcissa herself had started placing every ward and protective enchantment imaginable around the entire property. Draco had often found her researching in the Malfoy library for any piece of protective magic she could find, no matter how arcane, before placing those on the house as well. As the final enchantment, Narcissa had made Draco secret keeper, and ordered him to Obliviate the location from her memory, to keep it all safe from Lucius and, eventually, Voldemort. As a result, the Holland Villas home (christened Green House in a fit of sixteen-year-old brilliance), was essentially a wizarding fortress in an otherwise completely Muggle neighborhood in West Kensington. He stepped into his study, heading for the wide window overlooking the main terrace and the antique bar cart in front of it, as he thought about all that had gone into making the once empty space a home.