Location from The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher
A basement apartment in a boarding house on the edge of downtown — no working technology, stacks of paperbacks, candles everywhere, and a sub-basement laboratory where Harry does his real work.
Harry's apartment is a basement unit in an old boarding house owned by a woman who doesn't ask questions. It's cramped, dim, heated by a fireplace, and lit by candles and kerosene lamps because Harry's magical field kills anything with a microchip. No TV, no computer, no cell phone, no microwave. He's got a landline phone that works about sixty percent of the time and an icebox instead of a refrigerator. The furniture is secondhand. The rugs are threadbare. Mister, his thirty-pound tomcat, owns the couch. The sub-basement is where it gets interesting. Harry's laboratory — his workroom — is down a trapdoor in the living room floor. Shelves of potions ingredients, a massive copper summoning circle, Little Chicago (when it existed), Bob the Skull on his shelf, and enough magical apparatus to make a White Council elder raise an eyebrow. The wards on the apartment are serious — layered defensive magic that Harry has rebuilt and improved over years. Breaking in uninvited means dealing with force redirects, fire traps, and a threshold strengthened by years of Harry actually living there. The apartment has been destroyed more than once. Burned down, blown up, rebuilt. Harry keeps coming back to it because it's home in a way that matters for magic — a threshold is only as strong as the life lived behind it.
Basement of a boarding house. Concrete walls, low ceiling, one tiny window at ground level. A fireplace that's the only heat source. Mismatched furniture, candles everywhere because electricity shorts out around wizards. The sub-basement workroom is accessed through a trapdoor — covered in chalk circles and smelling of burnt herbs.
Also known as: Harry's apartment, Dresden's apartment, the apartment, Harry's place