With a sigh, I turned back one last time to look at the Malfoy's waiting sadly for me to leave. I turned on the spot and the familiar sucking sensation coursed through my body. The last thing I saw was Draco raising his hand in farewell one last time.
I was extremely sad to leave the Malfoy's after 16 years of living with them but I was also excited to finally see my father as he had been in Azkaban for the last 13. I briefly remembered how shocked I was to find out that my father was in fact Sirius Black – an escaped murderer, and how surprisingly happy I was to find out that his name had been cleared ( after all, he had never bothered to keep in touch.)
So it was with this, and all the nasty things that Draco had told me about "Potter, Weasley and Granger", that I stood on the sidewalk in between houses 11 and 13. Now, what was that thing that I was meant to remember again? Oh yeah, the headquarters of the order of the phoenix may be found at number 12, Grimmauld place, London. As soon as I reached the "number 12 Grimmauld place" part a battered door appeared followed quickly by dirty walls and windows.
With a deep breath I stepped inside and got ready to expect the unexpected.