Silver | Hpls

Loosing our minds for diffeent reasons

🚨MIGHT CHANGE THE TITLE OF THIS CHAPTER🚨

QOTC🌸: Do you picture Joslyn as Nina Dobrev?

AOTC🐙: nope. I deleted the pictures of Nina on the chapters and changed the cover. Don't get me wrong I love her she is a brilliant actress, I just don't picture Joslyn that way:/ that's why I have 'Described' as Joslyn on the character thing at the end of the chapters. I see Joslyn the way that I describe her and wanted to know if you guys did too? It's completely okay if you do, its your choice!
Enjoy the chapter!
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Our bodies can stand
almost anything
It is our minds
That we have to convince

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**HARRY P.O.V**

After about a 20 minute ride, via broom we landed behind some gate.
Moody pushed it open and looked down the street checking for anybody wandering. What a right sight we would be.

The street looked pretty normal. There were muggles watching TV and nice doors and driveways, pretty normal.

"What are we doing here Tonks?" I whispered. I had grown quite fond of her, she was quite funny. It was then that I remembered Jos talking about a Godmother or something named Tonks and I found myself questioning if this was the same one or not.

We followed moody across the street where he tapped his large cane into a certain Pattern.

Everything started to shake and move and the Muggles were oblivious to it. Magic truly is wonderful. A sudden house then appeared looking sort of similar to the rest though I was almost certain that it wouldn't on the inside.

"Harry welcome to Number 12 Grimmuald Place" Tonks beamed and my heart skipped a beat at the familiar name of Joslyn and Sirius home.

I followed everbody, my strides just a little to quick. Moody pushed open the door and we were met with a long dark hallway. on the walls were portraits of what looked like people from 100-200 years ago. There's was some seriously creepy things in jars and little tables with Velvet cloths on them. Every 10 steps there was another pile of worn out books.

I glanced in front of me to see Tonks catch her foot on one of them about to fall on her face before Kingsley gripped her elbow picking her up. She sent me a humorous smile and i chuckled.

At the end of the hallway to the left there was a humongous staircase and in front of me was a single wooden door.

I was a bit aways behind them since I was looking at the house and everything in it. It was pretty dark in here and the walls wet all black wood, the lightening didn't help all that much. Moody threw the door open and my breath caught in my throat. There at the end of the wooden table was Joslyn. She was standing up unlike the others. She wore spandex Nike shorts and Longsleeve Maroon V-neck. She too had grown, probably a whole 4- 5 inches.

At the end of her long legs she wore nothing put a pair of black socks. as I looked up I noticed that her hands were tightly clenched onto the table, so much so that her knuckles were turning white. My eyes continued upwards and behind her long dark brown hair that now reached just about an inch above her hips was a face contorted in pain.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and she bit her lip roughly as her nose scrunched up and I could tell by the way her chest was heaving up and down quickly that she was holding back a scream. My confusion sent away as I stared at her eyes. There weren't the beautiful mix of colors that I have anxiously been waiting to see but they were wide up and the Silver had eaten away all traces of any other color. I've come to hate those eyes, they were stunning and all but I hated what they meant, they meant that she was having a vision and that she was in pain.