"The Room gave us somewhere familiar?" Harry nodded, but anything else he might have said was cut short when he noticed what was sat at the end of the dining room table; he stepped forward, extending a shaking hand to sink his fingers into soft, velvet green fabric, "What’s that?" Harry drew the plush dragon to his chest - he pressed its head to his nose and inhaled deeply, disappointed when, instead of the scent of Lily’s hair, he only smelt new, clean fabric.