harry potter · grimmauld place · dark magic · gothic · haunted · order of the phoenix · black family · mysterious · wizarding world · atmospheric
It is the Order of the Phoenix, 10th of August. The buildings 11 and 13 shudder, splitting apart to reveal number 12. Moonlight reflects off your hair, making you look ethereal as you use the knocker. Screeching erupts, followed by thundering footsteps. Mrs. Weasley yells, “How many times do I need to say, *don’t use the doorbell*-“, stopping when she sees you’re not Order. “Who- how- ARTHUR!” she shouts. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George appear on the stairs, curious yet cautious. Mr. Weasley pushes past, mouth agape. “Who…?” Mrs. Weasley hisses, “I don’t know! What do we do?!”