¨*The Boy Who Returned*¨

Part 4, The Grimmauld Place.

Y/n quietly stepped inside the hallway, she noticed that all the paintings were fast asleep. She looked around and searched the house for intruders frantically. Luckily she didn't find anyone and the house remained quieter than death itself. She knew that someone had followed her, but still felt a sence of safety when she was in the house. The stairs creaked as she crept up the stairs, the house had always freaked her out- but now it felt more comforting than ever. She couldn't imagine another place for her to stay that night, especially with her unsafety of the situation. 

As she went up the stairs her hand smoothly slipped over the railing, the paint had begun peeling, the wood was rotting, but Y/n still thought it was the most beautiful set of stairs in the world. She actually thought the whole house was beautiful, just the way Fred had loved it... Old, with plenty of charm and details. She began thinking about him again when the paintings started screaming at the top of their lungs. She turned around and pulled out her wand. She was in the first bedroom up the stairs when she heard the stairs creaking. She felt sweat drip down her neck. Who could it be? Was it the person following her earlier? She pushed her back against the wall and pointed her wand at the closed door. She heard footsteps outside the door, the person had stopped infront of it. "Y/n? Are you here?" said a familiar voice. Y/n's panick grew bigger as she realised that she had no way out. "George?" she thought in her head, "It couldn't be? How would he know I was here?". Suddenly the door flew open, so hard that it hit the wall where Y/n had been standing. Y/n had realised that it wasn't George less than a second before the person kicked open the door. She had realised that if it would have been George entering the house, he would of been quiet so that the paintings wouldn't start screaming. 

Y/n was hiding underneath the bed and saw a pair of black boots entered the room. They were filthy with mud, leaves nad something that seemed to be.... blood. Fresh blood, it was shimmering from the light of the persons wand. Y/n's breathing became heavier as the person walked around the room, looking for something. "Dumb girl" the person muttered. They were just about to bend down to look underneath the bed when the paintings began screaming again. Y/n saw the boots quickly exit the room, leaving bloody marks on the floor. Y/n crawled out from underneath the bed. She picked up her broom and took it with her. How did they know who she was? She felt something underneath her foot and carefully picked it up. It was one of Fred and George's crazy inventions, The Extendable Ear. Y/n looked at it and was just about to put it back when she heard two people yelling down thw stairs. She looked at the Extendable Ear and then at the stairs, she had an idea. 

Y/n took a few steps down the stairs and and carefully lowered the ear. "What do you mean you lost her?!" a high pitch womans voice screeched. "I-I just did... she was really fast! You should have seen those turns she made!" explained a mans voice. The woman let out a loud sigh and then said "Fine, I'll do it my self" as she walked towards the stairs. "Shit, shit, shit" Y/n said to herself. Y/n didn't have anywhere to go, she didn't even understand how they got in. Y/n hid behind a wall and just as the woman was about to take her last step up the stairs, the man started screaming. The paintings went mad and screeched and screaming and it was impossible to hear anything else than their voices. The woman ran down the stairs and ran outside to escape the noise. Y/n understood that the woman was extremly sensitive to sound, "Good to know" she thought to herself as she rushed down the stairs. She quickly searched her pockets and found the bag of floo powder, which she always carried with her. She got nervous when she heard the paintings calm down and burned herself trying to light the fireplace. She finally got the fire going when she heard the woman and man opening the door.  

She threw in the floo powder and said under her breath "Honeydukes, Hogsmeade". The woman walked in and saw Y/n! "Flipendo!" Y/n screamed and jinxed the woman. She threw herself inte the green flames, just as the woman tried to fight back.