"Alright, this is it. It's right here."

Two boys stood in the middle of the road during the late night hours. The taller one looked at the other and said, "Be at the ready, Al."

Both took out a sleek and slender piece of wood pointing it towards the town houses they were facing. The taller one then walked forward, murmuring something inaudible causing a shift to occur. Houses 11 and 13 were beginning to separate with black bricks appearing and unfolding. It was as if there was there was always a house between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place.

The taller looked back at Al and smiled mischievously, "Well that worked well."

Al looked up at his older brother, "James… Dad could kill us."

"Are you chickening out now, Al? And besides, he isn't going to kill us because he's not going to find out… we're just going to look around, see if our deceased ancestors are haunting about.", James smile widened.

Al, short for Albus, took a moment to think, "Well…" he looked back at his brother and flashed the same mischievous smile, "Alright, lead the way brother."

The brothers walked up to the steps of 12 Grimmauld Place and entered the ancestral home of the Black family.

Inside, there were in the narrow and dark hallway, the walls were covered in dust and the dim light from the gas lamps. The boys were distracted by the aged walls and decorum when a voice called out,

"Watch it!"

The brothers jumped and turned around to see nothing at first but, then a small statured girl emerged from thin air.

"Lilly!" James and Albus hissed as quietly as they could.

Lily pointed towards something that was in front of them, "That's a troll- leg umbrella stand. If you trip over its leg and even make a bit of noise the portrait is going to start screaming."

"Why are you here?" James asked. He then turned to Albus, "Is this your idea?"

"What- no!" Albus turned to their little sister, "Why can't you do as you're told and go to bed?"

Both the boys started to complain and argue in whispers until Lily decided she had enough, "Will you two shut it. I got here on my broom and yeah… I may have stolen dad's cloak but-"

"You what?!" Albus' green eyes were nearly bulging out his head.

"Okay. You both can stand here like the arse you both are or we can do what we came here to do. Excuse me, I wanna find Sirius' room." Lily pushed through her brothers and walked around the umbrella stand. She gazed at the portrait of Walburga Black, which was covered with a curtain, and then started to make her way upstairs. Instead of using her wand, the second year student used her cell phone as a light to make her way through the dark hallway.

The brothers stood quite sheepishly but then imitated the action of their younger sister.

Since the last Wizarding War, The Black house was much cleaner, there was still spiders and dust but, much of the clutter was cleared up. When the kids reached the top floor, they split up. Albus and James wandered into Regulus' room and Lily entered Sirius'. Lily heard her brothers teasing each other about the spooky environment.

Compared to the stories Lily heard, Sirius' room was much more organized. She assumed that her father did return to 12 Grimmauld Place after the war to collect some things. This was the only room she could imagine her father having interest in. However, there was still a heavy line of dust over the room. Lily assumed that since the house held so many terrible memories and since the Order of the Phoenix no longer needed it, number 12 Grimmauld Place was just abandoned.

She felt like she was invading someone's privacy if she started to look through the drawers. There was something uncomfortable about the air in the house, as if they weren't alone. Lily held up her phone, using it's flashlight to see the décor of the room. Bikini clad women and Gryffindor banners; it wasn't very different from James' room. Lily noticed the wardrobe in the corner of the room; she didn't see the harm in at least opening that.

Much to her disappointment, there was nothing. On the inside, the wardrobe had a top shelf with a few books but, there was one book that looked rather odd. From what she could tell the binding was green, it still looked different from the rest of the books.

"James… Al…" she called.

They replied in unison, "Yeah?"

Her brothers stopped whatever they were doing and came into Sirius' room.

"What's up?" James asked.

"Could you get me the book on the top shelf?"

"This isn't a library!" James playfully teased.

"Just shut it. And get it for me, please!"

"You're a bit mouthy tonight, Lily… you're in big trouble when we get home." James strides towards her. Lily points to which book she had her eyes on and James reaches for it.

"Hm… That's not a book, it's just a box."

James takes it down and lays it on the bed and as the three Potter siblings are about to open it, the bedroom door swings shut.

"What was that for?" Albus asks James.

"That wasn't me, Al"

The boys straightened up and held their wands higher, Albus pulled Lily behind him. Before anything else happened, Lily walked back to the wardrobe to look behind it. As she heard the bedroom door swing open she realized she was looking at the headstock of what would be a guitar…

"You three."

Lily turned back to see that Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, was standing in the doorway.

"You're lucky… your aunt is looking for you."

Their aunt, Hermoine Granger, came into the room, visibly upset.

"Back home. Right. Now."

Lily and Albus looked to James who simply said, "Well shit."