When his little boarding house came into view Harry actually felt a little choked up. Even though it wasn't in the Chicago neighborhood it was home, and Harry let out with a wistful sigh. If he could hug it, he would judging by the look on his face.
With a matching dippy smile on his face he trotted down the stairs to his front door with all its dings and dents. Nothing ever looked so good, and his smile grew stupider. He knew better than to just try to open it so he placed his hand on the frame only to blink with his brows lifted.
"Wards are deteriorated." Then he grimaced as he realized that without him there to keep on them of course they would fizzle out. He still had his keys in his coat pocket so he unlocked the door and SHOVED it open. "C'mon."