They retired to a small living room decorated in azure blue. Harry liked this place: it was always quiet and beautiful. He felt as if this room wasn’t even part of the house where Hermione had once been tortured, as if it was a completely different place. He dropped onto the couch and drew his legs up to his chest as he watched Voldemort take the chair opposite him. The sky behind the window was beginning to turn a soft, delicate color. They only had a few hours left.