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Prologue
Grimmauld Place is a rather non-descript area.
Terrace houses for half a mile at least, hardly working class but not exactly Buckingham Palace either. A small park existed half abandoned in the following street, thought there seemed to be no children there today, apparently years on they still gossiped about the mean old witch who would yell confusing obscenities at them from her place in the window at number twelve. Then again, considering the fact that there was now a Fidelius Charm on the house that made it unnoticeable, perhaps not.
But apart from this, all in all, it was a pretty average neighbourhood. But the people that were suddenly flocking to it were all but average, although they did their best to blend in as much as possible, some very successfully and some. not so much. In fact, some of them looked like they were going to a carnival, instead of a secret meeting with who was most likely the strongest wizard of their time.
'I suppose,' Sirius thought, snorting at muggles' own idiotic blindness of the world around them. 'Most muggles would tune out when hearing the word wizard without the words of Oz at the end.'
He counted them as they arrived at his childhood home from his spot in his old room, overlooking the front of the house. He was curled on the ledge, rolling his eyes when his mother went off on a rant every time someone came in the door. He almost went down to tell Remus to tell the old hag to shut up, but he knew it was pointless. He knew Remus would just smile politely and just continue as normal (What was normal anymore?) and besides, Mrs Black, or Lady Black as she called herself, would take no notice and no doubt her sons' presence would make the screeching that came from her even worse.
Some of them he knew, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, for instance, who came looking backwards and forwards so much he was drawing attention to himself and then looking to make sure he hadn't been seen. Some he didn't know, ones who were coming to a meeting for the first time, like an odd-looking man and punk looking woman who only looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps part of the old Order of the Phoenix, as so many were. But they, at least the young woman, didn't look old enough. Mind you, looks can be deceiving.
He clambered down the stairs when he supposed that the house was full. He got some little smiles from people he knew already, and some odd looks from people trying to figure out who he was. He supposed those would turn to nervous looks once his 'situation' had been explained.
Every one started giving their reports on Harry, one he had been waiting for, as the anxious godfather hadn't heard much from him, then reports on the ministry and peoples on research, which he pretty much tuned out for.
After the reports were given, the punk like woman came over with her companion and Sirius almost laughed when he realised it was just Tonks in a new hairstyle of pink spikes. He still didn't know who this man was though. It was like in the back of his brain but he couldn't quite grasp it. But he kept tuning out again, feeling of tired of hearing about all the action and not being a part of it.
Suddenly Minerva McGonagall shot through the fire, sporting a new sooty and worried look. "I'm afraid things are happening faster than anticipated. There's been a break out at Azkaban."
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Prologue
Grimmauld Place is a rather non-descript area.
Terrace houses for half a mile at least, hardly working class but not exactly Buckingham Palace either. A small park existed half abandoned in the following street, thought there seemed to be no children there today, apparently years on they still gossiped about the mean old witch who would yell confusing obscenities at them from her place in the window at number twelve. Then again, considering the fact that there was now a Fidelius Charm on the house that made it unnoticeable, perhaps not.
But apart from this, all in all, it was a pretty average neighbourhood. But the people that were suddenly flocking to it were all but average, although they did their best to blend in as much as possible, some very successfully and some. not so much. In fact, some of them looked like they were going to a carnival, instead of a secret meeting with who was most likely the strongest wizard of their time.
'I suppose,' Sirius thought, snorting at muggles' own idiotic blindness of the world around them. 'Most muggles would tune out when hearing the word wizard without the words of Oz at the end.'
He counted them as they arrived at his childhood home from his spot in his old room, overlooking the front of the house. He was curled on the ledge, rolling his eyes when his mother went off on a rant every time someone came in the door. He almost went down to tell Remus to tell the old hag to shut up, but he knew it was pointless. He knew Remus would just smile politely and just continue as normal (What was normal anymore?) and besides, Mrs Black, or Lady Black as she called herself, would take no notice and no doubt her sons' presence would make the screeching that came from her even worse.
Some of them he knew, Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, for instance, who came looking backwards and forwards so much he was drawing attention to himself and then looking to make sure he hadn't been seen. Some he didn't know, ones who were coming to a meeting for the first time, like an odd-looking man and punk looking woman who only looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps part of the old Order of the Phoenix, as so many were. But they, at least the young woman, didn't look old enough. Mind you, looks can be deceiving.
He clambered down the stairs when he supposed that the house was full. He got some little smiles from people he knew already, and some odd looks from people trying to figure out who he was. He supposed those would turn to nervous looks once his 'situation' had been explained.
Every one started giving their reports on Harry, one he had been waiting for, as the anxious godfather hadn't heard much from him, then reports on the ministry and peoples on research, which he pretty much tuned out for.
After the reports were given, the punk like woman came over with her companion and Sirius almost laughed when he realised it was just Tonks in a new hairstyle of pink spikes. He still didn't know who this man was though. It was like in the back of his brain but he couldn't quite grasp it. But he kept tuning out again, feeling of tired of hearing about all the action and not being a part of it.
Suddenly Minerva McGonagall shot through the fire, sporting a new sooty and worried look. "I'm afraid things are happening faster than anticipated. There's been a break out at Azkaban."
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