Harry has a lot of pictures he’d like to have on the walls of his home, but since Fleur had painted the walls of the London flat Harry and Ron were now sharing, she had expressly forbidden Harry to put anything on them that eesn’t een a proper frame!
He ends up buying a lot of frames. The little living room with the weird restored-Grimmauld Place furniture gets nearly covered in photographs, moving and still.
There are a few of Colin’s photos from the war: one of Ginny, sitting solemnly on a pile of rubble on the stairs up to the Gryffindor Common Room, looking bitter and and alone and strong and alive; one of the original Dumbledore’s Army, taken after the meeting when most of the students had produced their first corporeal Patronuses, and one Colin had captured of Harry, Ron and Hermione following Neville out of the portrait hole and into the Room of Requirement, the room shimmering with applause. Neville had given him copies of Colin’s whole collection, but most of them make him too sad. He keeps them in a box, though, and looks at them in the right mood. The best in the collection, displayed in a place of honor above an ugly Gryffindor lamp from Bill, shows Fred and George soaring out of Hogwarts on broomsticks, fireworks in their wake.
Some official Hogwarts photographs join these on the walls - Ron’s first year on the Quiddich team, looking uncomfortable in his Keeper kit but making intense eye contact with the photographer, Harry as Captain with his exalted team after their first win, one of Hagrid going about his official duties with Fang on his heels that captures the very essence of everything Harry had loved about his first real home. Official, too, is a photo with the four boys Harry had shared a dormitory with - the five of them lined up by height against the Common Room staircase and smiling.
The pictures of his parents and Sirius and Lupin that he’d received from Hagrid so many years ago find a home on the walls, along with one of Harry as a baby in Godric’s Hollow, a parent lying on either side of him, all three of them asleep in the grass and breathing in time. The one of the Marauders with their arms around each other, seemingly unaware of the passage of time, is one he often points out to Teddy when the baby visits. Speaking of Teddy - the newest photos are loads of pictures of him - in every Metaphoragus form imaginable.
In contrast, there’s an unmoving picture of Hermione at five years old, blowing out birthday candles. Ron had found it in an old book and stuck it up next to the doorframe with a dopey smile on his face. Another still one snapped by Hermione with a polaroid camera swiped from Lavender Brown shows Dobby in the Hogwarts kitchens with at least fifteen knitted hats on his head.
One of Harry’s favorite pictures is of Sirius laughing at Grimmauld Place, his arm around Harry, laughing too. Tonks had taken it, he remembers, and he rather likes it, even though it makes him feel sick with what might have been, some days. It’s one of the loose ones, in a frame next to a shot of Ron and Ginny and Fred and George before Bill’s wedding, all in dress robes except for Ginny in her bridesmaid’s dress; and a chocolate frog card with a charm on it to make Dumbledore stay in the frame, twinkling.
Various newspaper clippings from the years are pasted into the black frames less neatly - the Weasleys as a whole group, waving, from their trip to Egypt before third year, Harry and the other Champions and their dates to the Yule Ball - Cedric and Cho beaming like nothing’s going to happen to them, Moody’s obituary - the last honest thing the Prophet had printed for a whole year.
Over the fireplace hangs a large, weird, abstract painted for them by Luna Lovegood. Harry doesn’t understand what the yellows and oranges in are supposed to mean, but she comes around often enough that he leaves it up just in case.
He has the faces of everyone he loves so close to him - and that, more than the quiet - makes it feel like home.