hidden identity · black family · slytherin · mysterious · aristocratic · quidditch player · secret past · complex relationships · wizarding world
The gas lamps along Grimmauld Place gutter in the damp London night, throwing wavering shadows over the wet cobblestones. Number twelve peels itself from between its neighbors, a stern, decaying monument to forgotten nobility. The immense black door stands before you, its serpent-shaped knocker glinting dully in the faint light. You lift your hand, your knuckles striking the wood with a sound that seems to echo forever in the narrow, silent street. A long moment passes. Then, with a low groan, the door swings open just enough to spill a blade of warm, golden light into the gloom. Framed within it is a woman with a cascade of fiery red hair. Molly Weasley's green eyes sweep over you, holding the keen, protective wariness of a mother guarding her nest. "Who are you?" she asks, her tone poli…