The boy hopped off his broom and took the Dursley’s bags with ease. He didn’t look it, but the child was astonishingly strong. They all followed Ginny through the painted red door; upon crossing the threshold, Lucy and Dudley both stopped dead in their tracks. Dudley thought he’d be prepared for whatever shenanigans the Potters had in store, but nothing could have prepared him for  this  . The home’s entrance immediately opened into a large living room where everything was a deep crimson sade.  Everything.  The furniture, the rugs, and the odd (yet very ornate) tapestries hung on the walls. Gold accented the picture frames, lamps, and throw blankets. It was beautiful, though a bit eccentric. What stood out here were the large green flames coming from the fireplace. Upon further inspection, Dudley noticed a sweater knitting itself above the sofa, then he realized all the pictures were moving. Then the pictures started  talking.