It was a tacit ride, speeding along side Harry. It felt as though my mind was racing faster than my broom. Cold, windy, rain splashing my face as my hands numbed to the wood handle of the Firebolt. The silence was broke by Moody calling over the howling wind, every one of us slowing and pulling towards the ground to a soft stop.
It was night but the beat up London Town made it look as though it were never going to see light again except for the dim street lights down the crosswalks. We gathered up brooms in hand, a silent moment as Moody pulled out a slip of parchment and handed it to Harry and I.
" Memorize that " he barked pulling out his wand, our eyes fell to the soft print.
" The headquarters Of The Order of the Phoenix can be located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place "
The name sounded familiar. The number. Zeusius flew above quietly, his eyes scanned the paper over until it burst to flames in our hand, dust spraying into the wind as remains.
As I looked around more I realized we were standing infront of a apartment complex. Few lights were on you could see through the window, silhouettes walked past drapes as If a large group of wizards and witches didn't just walk through the gate and up to the door of number 11 and 13. The door of twelve was missing, Harry looked just as confused as I was until a door with a rusted number '12' materialized, we were both rushed in.
The home was damp, peeling wallpaper, dark green everything. The wood echoed quietly as we stepped through the home, the hallway was all dark but once into the kitchen it was bright and welcoming like Mrs. Weasleys tight hug.
" You hurry upstairs Harry, Ron and Hermione will explain what's happened. Amortia dear, stay aside if you will " Mrs Weasleys voice was smooth and rushing, but ringing like metal, Harry looked at me unassured as he stepped onto the creaking stairs, I nodded watching the dark haired wizard disappear In the incline.
" You've done nothing wrong Amortia, there's no need to worry " A coo sounded above me, Zeusius flew in tight circles, a table full of witches and wizards sat down peering at me, one particular man stood at the doorframe of the kitchen leaning with a proud grin. Dark curly hair, cloudy grey eyes catching my attention.
" Holy Merlin " I said quietly , our eyes met and his stare softened
" Your bloody reunion can wait until we get done " Moody sat down hard in the chair, his wand infront of him. " This is the Order of the Phoenix, a group of witches and wizards who vowed their life to protect the wizarding world from the darker times coming, there will be a war "
" Alastor- She's a child " Molly whispered
" I'll be damned if this girl is no older than us because of some ' old magic ' by a hoodini god forsaken mother " Moody retorted, his blue glass eye directly on me.
" Don't talk about my mother, you didn't know her " I spoke slowly through clenched teeth, Sirius began to stand looking back and fourth between us a spark of amusement in his eyes
" Nor did you look where that landed you " He spoke his words so quietly the last one came down in a crash, there was no reacting, my arm extended palm faced him as a dark purple spell shot from my body, knocking Moody backwards on his chair with a groan, but replaced with a laugh.
"Why are you laughing! Take that back! "
" I was gone 10 minutes " a voice drawled stepping through the doorframe. Severus' black cape pulled behind him as he looked at the ruckus of people and then his eyes looked to me, A coal foundation stared into my cloudy storm, our eyes wouldn't tear away until last minute, when moody finally sat up.
" Could a child do that? " Moody asked
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||A/N || I'm sorry I haven't been updating per usual. I will get more and longer chapters out involving Severus and Amortia both. Thank you all for the awesome support for all three books and I hope you enjoy <3
-Acacia
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