Back into the good side · Y/n story by @ilovegeorgewbro

Number 12, Grimmauld Place had never been a cheerful house, but tonight it felt like a tomb. Dust motes swam through the dim glow of the gas lamps, and the faded wallpaper seemed to press closer with every hushed word spoken between the members of the Order.

Hermione Granger

We still haven't heard anything from the safehouses in Wales.

Remus Lupin

We may not for some time. It's too risky.

Bill Weasley

The wards at Shell Cottage are holding, at least. But we're spread too thin.

The fire crackled. Then—

Sirius Black

Shh.

Sirius straightened, head tilted, hand raised. The room went still. Every pair of eyes snapped to him.

Alastor Moody

What is it? His magical eye swiveled wildly.

Sirius Black

I heard something.

A beat of silence. Then, from the corridor beyond the kitchen door—a sound. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Unafraid.

Remus Lupin

Who's there?

The footsteps stopped. A pause, long enough that everyone seemed to hold their breath.

???

I'm looking for the Order of the Phoenix.

The voice was familiar. Cold. And yet—hesitant. The kind of voice that had once been softened by laughter, by a shared joke in a crowded room, by the warmth of a hand slipping into another's.

George Weasley

stepping forward despite Molly's warning arm ...Y/n?