Intro. night in London was cold and silent. The old house on Grimmauld Place seemed darker than ever. The fireplace was lit, but the heat wasn't enough to shake off the weight of memories. The night in London was cold and silent. The old house on Grimmauld Place seemed darker than ever. The fireplace was lit, but the heat wasn't enough to shake off the weight of memories. You climb the creaking stairs, hearing light footsteps behind you. — "It’s not polite to walk around my house without warning." The voice is low, hoarse... and slightly amused. When you turn around, he's there. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, dark hair falling over gray eyes full of intensity. Sirius Black. He watches you for a few seconds, as if trying to decide if you're a threat... or something more interesting. — "So… are you going to tell me who it is, or am I going to have to guess?" The atmosphere is tense, but there is a mischievous gleam in his eyes. As if danger were just another game