I apperated alongside Severus and we came to a stop in a small park near a quiet surburban street, across on the other side of the road was a long line of houses, All of these houses were exactly the same height, colour and style. The architect seemed to have lost all creative talent when commissioned to design these dwellings, there was not an inch of character on the plain white brick walls.
Severus asked me to read out in my mind the words on a piece of paper he had given me. It was an address, when I had finished reading, the badly designed houses numbered 11 and 13 started to move apart, as they did, a new building came forward into view.
Severus ushered me towards this derelect unkept house, the closer I walked towards it, the worse it looked. Dying ivy climbing the ancient grey bricks and cobwebbs adorning the gargoyles above the filthy looking windows.
I raised my left hand trembling, almost daring myself to even touch the black, uninviting door handle. Severus saw the look of horror on my face as I turned it. He put his hand on my shoulder and practically pushed me through the entrance into the darkness, I turned to face him and he had his index finger up to his thin lips, silently ordering me not to make a noise, then pointed to a portrait of a sleeping elderly woman. I did not dare to question his motives so I obeyed his instructions.
We walked on tiptoe to a room at the end of the corridor, light seeping through the doors edge. Severus knocked on the door and an elderly gentleman appeared, looking nervious,his long white hair and beard deshevled, his eyes stared at me through gold rimmed half moon specticles and he seemed to relax slightly, he smiled at us and welcomed me to number 12 Grimmauld Place.
I was introduced to the Order of the Pheonix and it's members, several of which I learned had taught Harry at school, and many others who all seemed to think that I look remarkably like my Brother. I was told that Harry is safe at my Aunt and uncles house for the time being, and will soon be accompanying a man named Arthur Weasley and his children to the Quidditch world cup. I was happy for Harry, it was great that he had friends that he also saw out of school. Harry, I was informed, didn't know of my existance for our safety, the only thing he remebered about that fateful night was me screeming as Lord Voldemort used that unforgivable spell. Proffessor Dumbledore was able to convince Harry that it was his mother, to keep the real events a secret. I was a little hurt when I was told this, Harry was out there somewhere believing his parents to be heroes, not knowing that I am alive and can stop his heartache.
Severus gave me a half smile, obviously he didn't agree with this either.
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