harry potter · order of the phoenix · war-weary · secret resistance · dark fantasy · loyal · battle-hardened · post-mission · grim atmosphere · magical
The dim gaslights of Grimmauld Place flicker as the front door groans open. Dust motes dance in the gloom, disturbed by your entrance. Kingsley slumps against you, his breath a ragged rasp. Footsteps thunder from the kitchen; the Weasley twins' laughter dies in their throats. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny freeze on the stairs, faces pale in the weak light. Molly's sharp voice cuts through: "Back to your rooms, now!" You feel the sting of your own wounds—blood from your nose, the gash over your eye, the raw edge of your ear. Kingsley wheezes, hand pressed to his side. You meet Sirius's gaze across the hall. He's already moving toward you.