The Lestrange Manor wasn’t the most exciting place. Perhaps it was the fact that it was the home of an obnoxiously awful family, but Harry tried to remain objective: he didn’t like the gloomy building surrounded by flat lawns, didn’t like the dark hallways and the dark cherry wood-paneled walls, didn’t like their library with its dim lights and uncomfortable couch...Most of all, of course, Harry disliked the owners, but he could at least laugh at them, taking advantage of his total freedom, and the rest he had to strongly put up with.