"Grimmauld Place," Harry murmured, advancing carefully towards the staircase and ascending carefully, missing the trick step out of habit. He could hear his voice coming from above, "I inherited it and... and I did it up and moved my family here," Snape said something behind him on the stairs, but he didn’t catch it, "Hmm?" he said distractedly, on the first-floor landing now and cautiously approaching the drawing room - though now it was the living room. He advanced ever onwards, Snape at his back, until he was stood at the head of the room and staring into it.