The Untold Stories of the Order of the Phoenix
This is a collection of the stories we never got to read about the Order of the Phoenix. Focuses around Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin and their stories. Special appearances by Sirius Black, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and the Weasleys. All chapters are inspired by a quote from the Harry Potter books.
-Thank you to sophianwin who caught some of my mistakes in this chapter, so I changed those.-
"Hasn't anyone told you? This was my parents' house," said Sirius. "But I'm the only Black left, so it's mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for headquarters—about the only useful thing I've been able to do."
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix page 79
In Which Padfoot Returns Home
"Remus, you have company," Sirius said, directing his voice down a hallway. Remus appeared from out of a closet and walked into the room where Sirius was standing with an aged wizard, with a long grey beard, and half-moon spectacles.
"Oh hello Dumbledore!" Remus said, pleasently, as he extended his hand for Dumbledore to shake. "If I knew you were coming I would've prepared some tea."
"I can't stay for long," said Dumbledore. "I've stopped by in the hopes that you two could help me determine a decent headquarters for the Order."
"I would offer up this place, but it is rather small," Remus said, looking around. Dumbledore smiled, but said nothing. Sirius looked as if he was in deep thought.
"I have a place in mind," Sirius said quietly. "Mind you, no one has occupied it in ten years, aside from a dingy house-elf, if he's still alive, that it."
"Your mother's home?" Dumbledore asked, softly. Sirius nodded his head. "It would belong to you now," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "It would be a suitable place, if you are willing to hand it over to the members of the Order."
"There is no greater purpose for that house. And I would love to have it turned into something my mother would despise."
"Very well, then. Would you two like to accompany me to take a look at the house?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the two men who stood before them.
"Sure," Sirius managed to say, though it looked like it pained him to do so. And with three magical CRACK's the three men were gone.
Number twelve Grimmauld Place didn't look the part of a headquarters. The outside of the home was grimy and dirty. Remus had only been here a couple times during his time at Hogwarts. When Sirius was grounded at home, Remus, James, and Peter would sneak into Sirius's room and smuggle him out of the house under James's invisibility cloak. Dumbledore grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"You have to say Tonjours Pur," Sirius said, grimly, as magcially, the door opened itself. "My dad put every security charm on here, you might want to change some of them now" Sirius sighed. "I haven't been here for nineteen years."
"Let's go in shall we?" Dumbledore said pleasantly, as he stepped inside. Remus and Sirius followed suit, Sirius walking in last.
The inside of the building looked like it hadn't seen a ray of daylight in ages. Cobwebs decorated everything from the chandelier hanging in the hall, to the troll-leg umbrella stand. Sirius shuddered as he was looking around at his old home.
"Well, I believe we should shine some light in here," Dumbledore said. With a wave of his hand, the hall was illuminated. A shadow was outlined at the end of the hallway.
"Sirius, I believe you have an old friend," Remus said, pointing to an old looking house elf at the end of the hall.
"Well, well, well," Sirius said, smirking. "You've survived all these years, Kreacher?"
"He's still yours, Sirius," Dumbledore reminded him.
"That's right," Sirius said, striding over to Kreacher. "You still have to listen to me. Just like when I was living here."
"The mistress's son is back, but how could that be?" Kreacher was muttering. "He was in Azkaban. Now Kretcher has to take orders from the idiotic brat that broke the mistress's heart." Kreacher continued muttering things under his breath.
"Kreacher, I order you to have respect towards these two men, Albus Dumbledore and Remus Lupin," said Sirius. Kreacher, very reluctantly, turned toward the two men and bowed. Kreacher then turned his back on the three men, and descended down stairs, into the kitchen, muttering all the way.
"Charming, isn't he?" Sirius asked sarcastically.
"If you don't mind Sirius, I would like to have a look around," said Dumbledore.
"Oh, sure," said Sirius. Dumbledore gave a nod and ascended up the stairs. Remus and Sirius began to examine various items in the hallway when Sirius came upon a gigantic curtain.
"Strange," Sirius said, looking at the curtain curiously. "This wasn't here when I lived here." Sirius, because of the curious person that he was, pulled back the curtain that came to reveal a large portrait of a horrible looking woman. The woman in the portrait blinked a few times, as if she was trying to realize who was looking at her, while Sirius was doing the same thing. Then, before either Remus or Sirius could stop her, she began to scream at the top of her lungs.
"YOU!" the portrait shrieked."HOW DARE YOU COME BACK HERE! TO DEFILE THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! YOU BLOOD TRAITOR!"
"Lovely," Sirius seethed, his face was etched with hatred. "Miss me, mother?"
"YOU INSOLENT LITTLE BOY! BRINGING YOUR GRYFFINDOR FRIEND BACK HERE! AT LEAST I HAD ONE GOOD SON, REGULUS!"
"You know mother, I really didn't have a liking toward you either," Sirius said. "Help me shut this old hag up, Remus." Sirius and Remus, with all their might, managed to pull the curtain back over the portrait.
"Let's go down to the kitchen, shall we?" Sirius said, forcing his voice to sound pleasant.
"You really dislike being back here, don't you?" Remus asked quietly, looking at his friend. Sirius nodded slowly. He trudged down the stairs with Remus following.
"Nothing has changed since school. I hated this place then and I hate it now. It's one of my worst nightmares, having to come back here," Sirius said bitterly. Remus and Sirius began to open various cupboards and going through the contents. "At least I have a spare wand here. My dad always insisted us keeping a spare wand in case something was to happen. Bet he didn't think I would be sent to be Azkaban. No matter, he didn't like me much either."
"I think this might cheer you up," Remus said, while carefully pulling a cherry, red, mug out of a cupboard. Sirius cracked a smile at the sight of it.
"Well what do you know," Sirius said, taking the mug out of Remus's hand. Sirius's fingers ran over the letters that spelled out 'Padfoot'. Sirius looked up at Remus. "I miss his, Remus."
"We both do, Sirius," Remus said, quietly.