Harry inched through the portrait hole revealed behind the Fat Lady (that seemed rude, Harry thought distractedly, but she answered to it) and into a warm, inviting room filled with tapestries and rugs and a roaring fire and-

Oh lord, his voice said suddenly, everything is so red. Gryffindors, why did you have to be a blasted lion. . .

Harry smothered a giggle and looked around, feeling . . . warm and welcome here.