found ➸ h.p.

chapter two

Roxanne was given a pair of jeans and a shirt to change into since her clothes were starting to resemble a block of cheese. Dumbledore had brought her to the entrance of the prison and Disapparated them to just outside a bunch of row homes in the London area.

Her eyes had to adjust to the light before she could fully inspect the buildings standing in front of her. They were aligned in the most mundane way possible, and she found it impossible to believe that a secret society's headquarters laid within one of them. Dumbledore had given her a piece of paper and told her to close her eyes and say the address on the paper, and she did as she was told.

The row homes started to rumble and slide apart, and Roxanne stared transfixed at the muggles inside the moving row homes. They were completely oblivious to the fact that their house was moving. She would have laughed if Dumbledore didn't look so serious beside her.

"Welcome to number 12 Grimmauld Place, the official headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix," he said, walking up to the front door and gesturing her to follow him. She stepped inside and snorted, ready to applaude whoever kept this place in order. Cobwebs were everywhere and the whole house radiated a depressing mood. It almost reminded her of Azkaban, but when she heard laughing, she started towards the sounds but stopped when Dumbledore put a hand on her shoulder.

"Not yet," he shook his head.

"I'd think you'd want me to go talk to people of my age so I don't look like such a psychopath when I get back to school. It's not like I'll kill them, Albus," she taunted, a lazy smirk sitting on her face. He glared at her and walked ahead, a cackle escaping her crimson lips as she followed him.

She supposed she had drawn attention to herself due to the mass of people coming out a hallway at the end of the stretch of hall, some of them stunned, others completely confused. She noted a certain pair of red head twins and grinned devilishly, knowing they'd remember her from school.

The Weasley twins were in the year above Roxanne before she went on her spree, and she enjoyed every one of their pranks. She had never really spoken to them before, and hadn't planned on it until now.

Her eyes moved over to a confused raven haired boy, scanning his face. He seemed annoyed and irrate from what she could tell, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his lips pursed together. A scar was prominent on his forehead and her eyes lit up in realisation. Harry Potter.

"When you said you had a proposterous idea, we didn't think you meant this horrid!" a man shouted as he entered the room. Roxanne could identify the lanky, unkept man in a flash, biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing once more. Sirius Black had escaped before she had even got to Azkaban, but the posters were enough for her to identify him.

She looked around and saw his last name on a bunch of items and concluded that this was his rather humble abode. Her eyes ventured back to where Harry stood and she couldn't help but to stare. A boy so underfed and miniscule could defeat one of the greatest wizards of all time?

There had to be some type of hoax that set the Dark Lord back that night, not the boy standing in front of her. She could snap him in half if she really wanted to, and if Dumbledore hadn't threatened her with a Dementor's Kiss, she might have.

"Roxanne, stay here," Dumbledore ordered, following the adults into a drawing room. A plump and short lady had stayed behind to make sure she didn't do anything drastic, hands on a red headed girl's shoulders. The girl didn't look any bit happy, in fact, she looked rather miserable.