This fic's set during the 5th book. It's a joint effort between two best
friends, Rose and Clara. Don't attempt to take it seriously. We were bored
and lonely one day so we decided to write a fic after discussing the new HP
book.
Rain fell in dismal sheets around Grimmauld Place. The grey clouds above showed no signs of breaking. Dusk was nearly over and behind the drawn curtains of the houses, people were settling down in front of the television for the evening's entertainment.
The brass house numbers could be seen on the doors, water dripping off them, grimy with layers of dirt, the light of the street lamps that had just turned themselves on catching in some places where the dirt had been washed away and showing the gold colour underneath. Though if someone were to count up from the first they would notice something odd. The numbers ran up to number 11, then skipped on to number 13, but no one had ever taken any notice of this.
Through the rain trudged three figures. They stopped for a moment outside Number 11 and faced it. Then the most extraordinary thing happened. Between Number 11 and Number 13, grew, a house. Well not so much grew as inflated from between the two. Anyone watching through a window would not have noticed a thing. Either side of this new building the neighbours carried on as normal, oblivious to what had just happened. The three figures walked up the path, two carrying large trunks with them. When they reached the door one of them took a short wooden stick from their robes and tapped the door. A second later they hurried inside.
In the hall, robes were shrugged off, sopping wet and hung up. The trunks, they decided, could be left for now where they were. The stoutest of the three, a woman with bright red hair led the way down the hall.
In the basement kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, six people sat around a big wooden table. A large fire at one end of the room cast shadows on the rough stonewalls. Wine bottles and goblets were set along the table randomly. They talked quietly among themselves as a small cloud of pipe smoke floated through the pots and pans that hung from the ceiling.
There was a quiet knock on the door, which opened without invitation, and three people entered. Those sitting at the tables looked up to survey the newcomers. The red headed woman was no stranger to them. Her name was Molly Weasley. The two girls standing next to her stood out among their dark surroundings. One was tall and had hair cut to her chin dyed black underneath, a copper colour on the top. She wore a black top with sleeves that flared out and pink trousers, which had a network of straps all over them. On her feet were black boots. The smaller girl wore a corset of black velvet, the front panel of fabric a purple gold and a skirt that seemed to be made of shreds of material, dashed with colour. She wore fishnet tights and knee high boots on her legs. The fire showed her hair to be bubblegum pink.
"Everybody. I'd like to introduce to you Clara Brooks and Rose Lucas." Said Molly to the faces before them.
"Hi." Chorused the girls weakly. The first to rise from the table was Albus Dumbledore, an aging man with a long white beard and hair, wearing long purple robes. He greeted them with a warm smile and shook their hands in turn.
"Welcome, welcome so nice to see you again." He said kindly. They smiled back, grateful for a face they knew. "Let me introduce you to our group. This is Arthur Weasley, he works at the Ministry of Magic as I have told you before if I remember rightly." He said, indicating a smiling slightly balding red headed man to his right who took their hands and shook them vigorously.
"Delighted to meet you both." He said.
"And this is Kingsley. He also works for the Ministry." Said Dumbledore and a dark man with a gold hoop in one ear, which glinted in the firelight, stepped forward with a smile and nodded a hello. "This is Lupin. He used to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
A man stepped towards them. His hair was light brown and slightly messy. He was good looking and quite tall, his clothes rather scruffy but it went unnoticed. He smiled at Rose, the taller of the two girls, his green eyes sparkling. Rose felt herself blush slightly as he looked at her and she smiled back. They both seemed to keep hold of each other's hands a while longer than was really necessary but this seemed to go unnoticed by the others in the room.
"Tonks." Said a girl with long pillar-box red hair to her waist, stepping forward and greeting them eagerly before Dumbledore could open his mouth to introduce her.
"Love your hair." Said Clara as she took Tonks' hand.
"Thanks." Said Tonks happily.
"And this," Said Dumbledore indicating the last person, "is Sirius Black, who has kindly lent us this house for our cause."
"Hi." Said the man and he extended his hand to Rose. He had long black hair, which fell over his eyes slightly in a casual fashion and almost white skin. A handsome face, though slightly drawn with grey eyes, lit up by the light from the fire bouncing off the walls. He looked at Clara who took his hand as he offered it. They held each other's gaze for a minute until Dumbledore clapped his hands together.
"I do believe this calls for a drink." He beamed. There were mutters of agreement and the group moved to sit down. "I'm afraid to say some of our members could not make it tonight but I am certain you will meet them all in due course." Wine was poured and passed out around the group.
"I think there should be a toast." Said Lupin, once everyone had a glass.
"Yes indeed. Quite right." Said Dumbledore, who stood up. "A toast, to our newest members Rose and Clara. May you stay safe and well. To the Order of the Phoenix. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" Chorused the group, and laughing clinked their goblets together.
Rain fell in dismal sheets around Grimmauld Place. The grey clouds above showed no signs of breaking. Dusk was nearly over and behind the drawn curtains of the houses, people were settling down in front of the television for the evening's entertainment.
The brass house numbers could be seen on the doors, water dripping off them, grimy with layers of dirt, the light of the street lamps that had just turned themselves on catching in some places where the dirt had been washed away and showing the gold colour underneath. Though if someone were to count up from the first they would notice something odd. The numbers ran up to number 11, then skipped on to number 13, but no one had ever taken any notice of this.
Through the rain trudged three figures. They stopped for a moment outside Number 11 and faced it. Then the most extraordinary thing happened. Between Number 11 and Number 13, grew, a house. Well not so much grew as inflated from between the two. Anyone watching through a window would not have noticed a thing. Either side of this new building the neighbours carried on as normal, oblivious to what had just happened. The three figures walked up the path, two carrying large trunks with them. When they reached the door one of them took a short wooden stick from their robes and tapped the door. A second later they hurried inside.
In the hall, robes were shrugged off, sopping wet and hung up. The trunks, they decided, could be left for now where they were. The stoutest of the three, a woman with bright red hair led the way down the hall.
In the basement kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, six people sat around a big wooden table. A large fire at one end of the room cast shadows on the rough stonewalls. Wine bottles and goblets were set along the table randomly. They talked quietly among themselves as a small cloud of pipe smoke floated through the pots and pans that hung from the ceiling.
There was a quiet knock on the door, which opened without invitation, and three people entered. Those sitting at the tables looked up to survey the newcomers. The red headed woman was no stranger to them. Her name was Molly Weasley. The two girls standing next to her stood out among their dark surroundings. One was tall and had hair cut to her chin dyed black underneath, a copper colour on the top. She wore a black top with sleeves that flared out and pink trousers, which had a network of straps all over them. On her feet were black boots. The smaller girl wore a corset of black velvet, the front panel of fabric a purple gold and a skirt that seemed to be made of shreds of material, dashed with colour. She wore fishnet tights and knee high boots on her legs. The fire showed her hair to be bubblegum pink.
"Everybody. I'd like to introduce to you Clara Brooks and Rose Lucas." Said Molly to the faces before them.
"Hi." Chorused the girls weakly. The first to rise from the table was Albus Dumbledore, an aging man with a long white beard and hair, wearing long purple robes. He greeted them with a warm smile and shook their hands in turn.
"Welcome, welcome so nice to see you again." He said kindly. They smiled back, grateful for a face they knew. "Let me introduce you to our group. This is Arthur Weasley, he works at the Ministry of Magic as I have told you before if I remember rightly." He said, indicating a smiling slightly balding red headed man to his right who took their hands and shook them vigorously.
"Delighted to meet you both." He said.
"And this is Kingsley. He also works for the Ministry." Said Dumbledore and a dark man with a gold hoop in one ear, which glinted in the firelight, stepped forward with a smile and nodded a hello. "This is Lupin. He used to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
A man stepped towards them. His hair was light brown and slightly messy. He was good looking and quite tall, his clothes rather scruffy but it went unnoticed. He smiled at Rose, the taller of the two girls, his green eyes sparkling. Rose felt herself blush slightly as he looked at her and she smiled back. They both seemed to keep hold of each other's hands a while longer than was really necessary but this seemed to go unnoticed by the others in the room.
"Tonks." Said a girl with long pillar-box red hair to her waist, stepping forward and greeting them eagerly before Dumbledore could open his mouth to introduce her.
"Love your hair." Said Clara as she took Tonks' hand.
"Thanks." Said Tonks happily.
"And this," Said Dumbledore indicating the last person, "is Sirius Black, who has kindly lent us this house for our cause."
"Hi." Said the man and he extended his hand to Rose. He had long black hair, which fell over his eyes slightly in a casual fashion and almost white skin. A handsome face, though slightly drawn with grey eyes, lit up by the light from the fire bouncing off the walls. He looked at Clara who took his hand as he offered it. They held each other's gaze for a minute until Dumbledore clapped his hands together.
"I do believe this calls for a drink." He beamed. There were mutters of agreement and the group moved to sit down. "I'm afraid to say some of our members could not make it tonight but I am certain you will meet them all in due course." Wine was poured and passed out around the group.
"I think there should be a toast." Said Lupin, once everyone had a glass.
"Yes indeed. Quite right." Said Dumbledore, who stood up. "A toast, to our newest members Rose and Clara. May you stay safe and well. To the Order of the Phoenix. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" Chorused the group, and laughing clinked their goblets together.
