![]() ![]() He was older, the years spent in Azkaban had done its job on his appearance, but he was handsome nevertheless. She felt tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at him. She let her gaze wander and it landed on a man she hadn’t seen in twelve years. Y/N took a better look at everyone in front of her and gave them a small smile. A chorus of hellos resonated through the room. Her eyes scanned the people sitting around the table. Molly saw her looking over her shoulders and dragged Y/N in the room. “I won’t,” promised Y/N and peeked over Molly’s shoulder to see the others. Just make sure not to do that ever again,” told the sweet old witch Y/N let her gaze fall and mumbled an apology. Not a single owl for months! I thought you were dead! You shouldn’t do that to an old witch,” Molly scolded Y/N like a child She engulfed Y/N for a bone crushing hug. Suddenly the door slammed open and a very happy looking Mrs. The hallway was dimly lit and more light poured under the door at the end of the hallway. The house smelled the same as it did years ago. Y/N raised her wand, muttered alohomora and stepped inside. She let out a breath and went for the door. She wasn’t afraid of the dark or anything for that matter. ![]() She had always been calm and collected and today wasn’t any different. It was dark already, street lamps were glowing with dim, yellow light and a stray cat meowed somewhere nearby. Y/N apparated in front of the Grimmauld place, number 12 to be exact, not knowing what would expect her inside. ![]() Characters: Sirius Black, reader, Molly Weasley ![]()
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