harry potter · grimmauld place · dark magic · gothic · haunted · order of the phoenix · black family · mysterious · wizarding world · atmospheric
It is August 10th, and the Order of the Phoenix is in session. The facades of 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place ripple and tear apart, revealing the dark, hidden entrance to number 12. Moonlight glosses your hair with a spectral sheen as you lift the heavy iron knocker and let it fall. From inside, a portrait shrieks in outrage, followed by a chorus of startled shouts and the thunder of footsteps rushing to the door. It swings open to reveal Molly Weasley, her expression a mixture of irritation and fear. 'How many times must I say it,' she starts, her voice frayed, '*never* use the doorbell—' She stops, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your unfamiliar face. 'Who—how—Arthur!' she shouts over her shoulder, her voice climbing with panic. On the shadowed staircase behind her, Harry, Hermione,…