I. social casualty | blaise zabini ✔️

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CHAPTER 19

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Lyra had been at home for a month and she was bored out of her mind. With the whole 'you-know-who has risen,' her dad was rarely at home these days, which was strange because he was a healer, not an auror so where was he going?

She didn't bother asking, mostly spending her time riding Midnight, reading muggle literature, going on runs, going to the local shops, and eating. It bored her to no end, so she had taken to annoying Zara with at least one letter a day. Zara had been so close to plucking Sunflower's wings that Lyra had switched to using her father's owl instead.

Finally, it seemed like his father felt it would be nice to include Lyra in what he was doing and side-apperated her to a muggle neighborhood, they stood staring at the buildings, the number 11 and 13 on the doors. Elliot handed her a small sheet of paper.

"Read it and memorize it." He said and she stared at the words.

The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

"What is--" she began.

"Shh, not here." He whispered."Remember what it said."

Lyra nodded, remembered the phrase and soon a battered door with the number 12 appeared between the 11 and 13. The house continued to expand until it's rusty windows and dirty walls appeared. They quickly walked towards it.

"Fidelius charm, nice." Lyra said, inspecting the house as she walked being Elliot.

"Isn't it," responded a voice she knew all too well. Because as they stepped in, Sirius stood waiting for them, smiling for what seemed like the first time in a while.

Lyra quickly ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his thinning torso. He looked sicker than the last time she had seen him at Hogwarts.

"Hello Lyra. Nice to see you."

"Likewise," She said, her face squished against his shirt.

"You know, she never reacts like that when I pick her up from school, or see her during breaks or anything. It's just 'hey dad' and she disappears into her room or outside."

Lyra stepped away, playfully punching at her dad's shoulder, he just laughed. "So this is your parents home, huh?"

Sirius's face fell gloomy again, "Yeah, this is it. Come on, I'll show you around."

He showed them the ground floor first, which was just the kitchen and dining room. The hallway that led from the door to the dining area was covered in portraits. Then the first floor had one bedroom, a bathroom and the drawing room. The drawing room was fancy, with large windows and a fireplace, surrounded by a tapestry. Lyra noticed small burns against the tapestry and faces of who she assumed was the Black family, she didn't pay much attention to it.

The second floor has another bedroom and a landing that overlooks the lower floors. The third had three bedrooms, a cupboard, and another bathroom. And the fourth had another two bedrooms. They didn't go up to the attic.

In reality the house would look nice, even expensive if it was clean. But Lyra assumed that all of the years of little use lead to the large amounts of mold, dirt, and dust that covered nearly every surface. She tried not to focus on the millions of snake decorations around the house.

As they returned toward the dining room, Elliot bumped into a table on the first floor and it crashed loudly, and suddenly a screaming began from the hallway.