Invisible

12 Grimmauld Place. 12 Grimmauld Place. 12 Grimmauld Place. Where is it!? I sped down the worn London streets. Alert of my surroundings half expecting a Death Eater or Voldemort himself was going pop out of the eerie shadows as I raced past them. Few strangers passed by on this bitter cold, London evening. I shot them the eye as they each passed by; looking into their eyes long enough until I knew they were not a threat. In my hand I gripped my father’s wand with such a force, I thought I could hear the mahogany wood groan in protest. In my other arm, however, was a much more precious package. My little brother that I had escaped with from a terrible event . His name?

Harry James Potter.

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