After his elaborate breakfast, Harry spent the rest of the day in his room to finally make it his own. He had never had anything this grand and comfortable. Though he had spent the last summer here, it had not felt like his. Despite knowing that Tom wanted him here, a part of him had still considered Privet Drive his home. A home where he was not wanted, but home, nevertheless. Now he sorted his books onto the carved shelves next to the window. Then he sorted his clothes - even his old ones - into the enlarged wardrobe. His photo album was carefully stored in the bedside table. Only one picture of his parents dancing was put on top. Harry had bought a frame two summers ago, and of course, Dudley had broken it. But the chipped wood somehow suited the decades" old picture. Even his kid's toys found a place on the slim shelf that lined the top of his desk. They looked shabby and out of place, but somehow it felt right to have them there. Then he sorted through his schoolbooks to start his summer homework. He knew Tom had no intention of going easy on him. They would cover charms, hexes, curses, basically everything else Harry could ever need. Also, parselmagic, as he was one of two people in Great Britain who could actually use it. So, the faster homework was out of the way, the better. Thinking about where to start, Harry was toying with one of his little soldiers. Nearly inaudible, Nagini slithered into the room.