(English translation of my Italian original fanfiction)
PLOT
Lord Voldemort is reborn after the end of the Triwizard Tournament, many Death Eaters move in the shadows and Dumbledore reforms the Order of the Phoenix.
In order to defeat the Dark Lord...
After nearly an hour a small group of people landed with brooms on the tree-hidden driveway in front of Grimmauld Place, the low noises at the entrance minutes after the new guests announced the arrival.
Molly Weasley tiptoed out of the narrow kitchen but hurrying her pace, she heard her whispering through the half-open door.
"It's nice to see you!"
Byron leaned a little to the right looking through the dark opening, he was hugging someone, but he couldn't see his face.
"You look sickly, you need to feed yourself, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit for dinner, I'm sorry. He just arrived, the meeting has begun."
Several wizards entered the kitchen whispering in low voices, the door almost completely thrown open, allowing him to see the only two people left in the corridor.
In addition to Mrs. Weasley from behind, there was a young boy with thick black hair tousled to the top and a light but prominent scar on his forehead.
As if he could feel his gaze, she lifted her familiar emerald green eyes framing his.
He finally he knew what the famous Harry Potter looked like.
"Harry dear come." Mrs. Weasley called him back. "Ron and Hermione will explain everything to you, go up the stairs and go to the door on the right. I'll call you when we're done."
"White don't even think about it." Severus whispered as he kicked him under the table.
"Merlin!" He exclaimed through gritted teeth. "Can't I even look at him?"
"No."
"Someone here is jealous." Byron commented with a smile.
"Shut up." the potionist answered turning to him.
"But listen." Sirius broke in. "It feels like we're back in the old days, with White and Snivellus together."
"Yeah, apart from the fact that I've aged a lot better and my friend doesn't turn into a monster on a full moon." Byron replied, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Thanks Byron." Remus whispered sadly.
"What? It's true."
"It's certainly better than being a Death Eater." Sirius went on.
"Well you are, for public opinion." Byron reminded him, abruptly pulling his back from the chair."But I didn't kill anyone."
"Worse for you." He commented him. "Don't try to make me feel guilty with your high moral sense."
"You don't even feel a little remorse, you're just a beast." Sirius accused him with a grimace"Shut your mouth Black!" Snape shouted.
"Shut up Snivellus, you are no better than him."
"Sirius is enough now." Remus interlocked his fingers with a snort.
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