"Well first, it's been decades since anyone has officially lived here. We have all sorts of problems with this place. The electricity circuits are very old and need to be ripped out and replaced. The plumbing hasn't worked in years. Plus," She said this next bit with a small grimace, "this place has been a nest for homeless to sleep and do other kinds of business in. Police have raided this place several times. That doesn't even address the mess and the smell of urine. Not many are interested in this place. Most avoid it."
"What can you tell me about the building?" Harry asked her, his stubbornness showing.
"Are you sure, I can show you a place that is brand new. Just fresh out on the market. It's only a few blocks from here and you'll have no trouble with it." She said, in almost a pleading tone of voice.
Harry sighed as he heard this.
"It's going to be demolished, isn't it?" Harry said, certain he knew the answer.
"Yes, it's falling apart." She said, apologetically, "Demo-crews will be arriving shortly to remove it."
"Very well, at least you were being honest. Show me your 'brand-new, problem-free place.'"
"Do you know your price range, Mister Potter?" She said with some relief.
"Money isn't an issue. I want a place that I can call home." He had to applaud her on being able to limit her reaction to a simple raising of the eyebrows.
"Are you looking to own or rent?"
"Own, please." Harry said.
She looks at him carefully, as if she was debating with herself on what to show him.
"What kind of feel do you want. The style…"
"I tend to like the old-fashioned stuff. However, I'm also perfectly fine with brand new. Perhaps the best one you have on the market." Harry said neutrally.
"Very well, the place I'm thinking of is only four blocks away. Would you rather walk or take a taxi?" She asked, silently indicating the pouring rain and his still somewhat damp and bedraggled appearance from his earlier soaking as why a taxi would likely be needed for such a short distance.
Harry looked down at himself and shrugged, sheepishly. He honestly hadn't put much thought into his earlier drenching after he'd cast warming charms on himself to stave of the hypothermia. He had no problem with walking, and so almost declined the taxi until he noticed that Ms. Williams was wearing high heels. He knew from Hermione that those things could be a pain to walk distances in, and New York City blocks weren't the smallest in the world, so he said, "How about we catch a taxi. I'm sure it would be more comfortable and certainly easier on the feet."
She smiled as she hailed a taxi, maybe because she recognized his choice for what it was, or maybe just being professional. It didn't really matter all that much to Harry. Several passed by before one decided to stop. Harry said nothing as he followed her inside the cab, and she spoke only to tell the driver their destination
When they arrived, Harry paid for the ride before getting out.
Harry paused as he spotted a doorman in front of a tower. He was a bit stern looking, but looked sharp at his post.
"Right this way Mister Potter." Karen Williams said as she led him inside the tower.
Not a word was spoken until after Karen had opened unlocked the door to the twentieth-floor apartment, allowing Harry to walk in. It was indeed state of the art, and Harry could tell a lot of work and planning had gone into this place.
There was little in the way of furniture, but what was there looked extremely expensive. Harry never had much of a taste for riches. That had been Ron's dream: to live a life of luxury with no reminders of ever being poor. For once, however, Harry was seriously considering to use the money he had to live a good life. His money was old money, so he might as well use it to live with everything he had.
"This is a nice place." Harry said to Karen. Strangely, it almost reminded him of Gryffindor Tower, only he with no housemates. He would have the entire place, the entire floor to himself.
"This place was just put on the market two days ago, an open house has been scheduled to show this place to some interested parties."
"How much?" Harry asked.
"It costs eight and a half million dollars. If this is…"
"No, it's perfect. Where do I pay?" Harry eagerly interrupted her.
Karen Williams was at a loss for words. She looked at him carefully.
"Are you sure this isn't out of your price range? It is pretty steep." She began, tentatively.
"Like I said, money isn't an issue. I'll take it." Harry said, simply.
.
.
.
.
📖For everyone who wants to read it in full📖
👇🏼It will be available on my Ko-Fi and my Patreon👇🏼
🅿️patreon.com/FantasyWorldric/shop🅿️
‼️ko-fi.com/skyarc/shop‼️
—————————————————————
✅Subscribe now if you want to get all the PDFs available on my page.✅