Night At Grimmauld Place

Number twelve, Grimmauld Place was the only place, it seemed, that Dawn Beirne felt safe. It was her home, though the portrait of Mrs. Black failed to agree, and had been since she had graduated from Hogwarts that past year. She took her manipulative side, the side that made her a good asset to the Order, from her father, and the ambitious side, the side that got her into the Order, from her mother. Despite the stereotypical Slytherin being all for the evil in the world, she wasn’t. She cared for the good of both the Muggle and the Wizarding World, and that helped her earn a place in the Order of the Phoenix just like her mother as soon as she graduated. This night at Grimmauld Place was special. It was during the late summer of 1995. Dawn and
You didn’t even answer my question,” George gasped, a fake pout etching into his features. Dawn finally cracked a laugh at the twins. “You bloody idiot! It means ‘don’t be so stupid!’” Dawn exclaimed, exasperated. Molly broke up the conversation between the three just as the fairly large group, consisting of more than ten people Dawn believed, entered Grimmauld Place, with Harry Potter along with them. “Out, out, you two take Harry with you back upstairs,” Molly ushered them out. “Harry Potter’s finally here?” Dawn asked in excitement, stretching her neck to see if she could get a glance. She had only passed him a couple of times in the hallways, but never could actually meet him. She was too often overlooked. However, the group that entered made their way into the room and slammed the door shut in her face before she could see. “How rude,” she muttered, and she immediately became embarrassed as she realized Alastor had heard her. “You’ll meet ‘im later,” he muttered with a sort of snappy tone as the door slammed into her face. She flushed red in embarrassment. “We need to talk.” “Yes, yes…” Sirius butted in. “What exactly will I be telling