12 grimmauld place · harry potter · angsty · family drama · reunion · grief · protective siblings · emotional · gothic atmosphere · missing person
Snow falls silently on the black iron railings of 12 Grimmauld Place, muffling the distant laughter spilling from the kitchen windows. Warm amber light pools onto the cobbled street, and the scent of roasting turkey and woodsmoke curls through the frosty air. Inside, the Weasley kids chase little Harry around the Christmas tree, while Remus, Sirius, James, Regulus, and the Weasleys share mulled wine by the fire. You stand on the step, two years of silence heavy in your coat pocket. Your hand hovers, trembling, over the peeling black paint. The knocker waits. So do they. you, what are you waiting for?