The Potter Estate sure was a sight to behold. The land was filled with lush greenery, lightly dusted with a blanket of snow. The manor was grand, luxurious even, but still homely. It was nowhere near as domineering as the Malfoys’ prized home. Ashley could imagine the memories her father and grandparents had made there. She, herself, had no actual memories of the place but her soul-bonded had told her tons of stories from the many times they’d stayed over (or in Sirius’ case, when he’d lived there).