𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖎𝖝

𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

"ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ." ― ʜᴀʀᴜᴋɪ ᴍᴜʀᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ

𝙏𝙒- 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢
*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

My eyes went wide.

"What- how'd you-"

She stood by my side, holding the umbrella over us both now. "Don't worry, I'm a friend. Oh, your father is going to be jumping and twirling when he sees you."

Following a strange woman into the fenced-in yard was probably not the wisest choice but it beats sitting in the rain.

She latched the metal bard behind us and looked straight forward, smiling at the buildings in front of us, "Welcome home."

She lifted her wand and pointed it between the two buildings. She must have used wordelss, magic because within seconds the building began to shift. It appeared to shove its neighboring houses, number eleven and number thirteen, out of the way as it appeared between them. The house had a worn set of front steps leading to a battered front door. On the door was a silver knocker in the shape of a twisted serpent but it had no keyhole, handle, or anything else that would indicate it to be a door.

Number 12 Grimmauld.

"Brilliant," I muttered, unable to stifle to small grin.

It was the perfect hideout. Sirius had been here all along.

The woman kept her wand up as we approached the door, she made a circular motion and then flicked up. This must have been the right incantation because the door swung open without either of us touching it.

The front door opened into a long hallway, lit with gas lamps and a large overhead chandelier. A loud bell sound as we walked through, echoing off of the halls. The wallpaper was peeling and a thick layer of dust coated just about everything.

As I followed the woman, suitcase in hand, I knocked over a serpent-shaped coat rack. I wasn't able to catch it in time, we both reached for it hurriedly but it clashed to the floor anyway.

Then, catching me by complete surprise, a different woman began to scream. I couldn't see her, or figure out where the scream was coming from, but it was loud and ear-piercing.

"Bloody hell," the woman next to me sighed, continuing forward. "The beast has awoken."

At the end of the hall, before you would turn into the main living quarters, something hung on the wall. And, as I got closer, I realized the screaming was getting louder with each step.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FILTHY BLOOD-TRATIORS! FREAKS YOU ARE! STUPID MINDLESS WORTHLESS IDIOTS!" She screamed from behind the cloth draped over the portrait.

"Oh go back to sleep you old hag," a man said, turning the corner.

When Sirius saw me standing in front of the concealed painting he froze momentarily. He glanced up at the woman and then back to me.

I lifted my hand and gave a small wave, "um hi."

My knees locked, so as he walked over to me I didn't meet him halfway, or move at all.

I did however drop my luggage from my hands, I'm not sure if that's due to the handle being slick with rain or just nervousness.

He wrapped both arms around me, tightly holding my frame between his hands. I felt him exhale deeply as he embraced me, dropping his head on top of mine, "oh Ara."