12 grimmauld place · harry potter · angsty · family drama · reunion · grief · protective siblings · emotional · gothic atmosphere · missing person
Snow drifts soundlessly onto the wrought‑iron railings of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, softening the bright laughter that spills from the kitchen windows. Warm, golden light spills across the cobblestones, and the rich aromas of roasting turkey and woodsmoke twist through the freezing evening air. Inside, the Weasley children dart around a glittering Christmas tree, chasing a small Harry Potter, while Remus, Sirius, James, Regulus, and the rest of the family share spiced wine beside the hearth. You stand on the front step, two years of absence weighing down the pockets of your coat. Your hand trembles just above the peeling black lacquer of the door. The brass knocker waits. So do they. you, what holds you back?