"My ancestral home. Where the Potters lived before they immigrated to London. We haven't inhabited this land in a hundred years, but we'd come back for vacations apparently. I never got to go on one, obviously. The portraits tell me that my father didn't either." Harry walked over to a coat rack, taking off his long black cloak in a flourish. Reaching for hers, Hermione pulled it from around her neck and handed it over. She kept her little purple bag with her in case she needed it. 