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one | ❝12 grimmauld place❞

"y/n l/n, huh? i've heard quite a lot about you..."

12 grimmauld place was an odd place to spend the summer and it was full of even odder people - many of whom you had met before.

but it was only now, as you leaned back into your wooden chair in the busy kitchen, did you realise you had not met him.

"so," you smirked, "you're sirius black?"

the long-haired man nodded, extending his arm around remus lupin's shoulders with a smile.

"i am he," sirius said, "but what i want to know is who you are, and more importantly, who you are to my godson."

you stared blankly at the man, remus rolling his eyes at his friend's behaviour as the two of you stared at each other in a tense silence. it only lasted for a few seconds before you called out for help.

"mummy dearest, the dog is acting up!-"

"watch your mouth-"

"you called?" thalia smiled as she settled beside you with molly weasley, their hands covered in flour as well as your mother's face.

"sirius, d'you wanna fight?" thalia joked rolling up her sleeves, "imagine trying to wind up an almost 16 year old? hey, remember when we were 16 and i snuck that glitter bomb in your pillow-"

"that's enough of that," remus chuckled softly, "let's all just focus on the reason we're here in the first place."

right, the reason you were currently being coddled or bullied by a bunch of adults.

it was decided that after what happened, you would be safer at the secret apartment block in london. an apartment block that was the base for the order of the phoenix.

summer was usually time for you to do whatever you pleased but this year, after all the tiring events you went through, you didn't want to do anything.

no visits to your irritating 'lord of the flies' cousins, no sneaking around the ministry after-hours, and finally, no phones.

it had been a over a month since you even touched the thing and everyday it became harder and harder to ignore the increasing number of notifications you received.

so you did what you had to do.

"is it true you blasted your phone off the roof ?" molly asked with a frown, "ron and the twins have been pestering me for ages about letting them use the floo network to see you but that would've been inappropriate, i think."

arthur weasley entered the kitchen with a nod. "ginny offered to see you too, y/n but we all wanted to give you space of course," he explained.

the man gave you a pat on the shoulder before giving a quick kiss to his wife.

you groaned and let your head fall onto the wooden table as the adults continued to speak amongst themselves. you did not fail to notice the glances they'd throw your way every so often.

then, after a couple of minutes, the walls began to shake slightly. it was a familiar sensation - it meant the hidden apartment was moving and people were entering. you lifted your head with a tired frown.

"who the fuck is coming in?-"

"-language," sirius 'scolded', his amused smile ruining his seriousness, "and i think you'll like our new guest very much."

"is it dumb old door?"

"no-"

"big boy boris?-"

"-why would it be boris johnson?"

you paused for a second before sighing. you obviously knew who it was, you just didn't want to say it.

"it's harry styles, isn't it?"

"close enough but no."

you all turned around to see harry potter walk into the room with members from the ministry, hermione, ron and the rest of the weasley's behind him.

it was awkwardly silent for a moment. everyone seemed to expect some sort of super emotional reunion between the two of you but it was quite anti-climactic... at first anyway.

you cleared your throat as you took in harry's features thinking how much someone could change in a few weeks.

"hiiiiiiii, harryyyyy," you greeted, "you look..." you paused for a moment as a smirk started to develop on his face. suddenly, you regretted everything.

harry shrugged casually, his smirk growing by the second.

"you can say i look hot now, don't be shy."

remus and arthur spat out their drinks and everyone freaked out, the room erupting into laughter and blabbering complaints over harry's directness.

harry's eyes didn't leave your form as you left the table and grabbed his hand, dragging him somewhere quieter with ron and hermione close behind.

all this commotion and the school year hadn't even fucking started yet.