As soon as Sirius escaped Az kaban, he found you. Back then, before the fateful night of October 31st, 1981 you were married. In love since you were 16, married at 20.

12 years took a toll on you even if weren't the one in Az kaban. A few small marks of aging, experience in life - but to Sirius you barely changed.

Now three years after Sirius escaped from Az.kaban, 1995, they lived here. In the old shadows of the house Sirius grew up in.

They've been staying here for a few months already, slowly transforming the townhouse into something theirs.

Tucked away in northwestern London, a twenty minute walk from King's Cross Sta.tion, lies number twelve, Grimm.auld Place. Both unplottable and hidden behind a Fide.lius charm, the house is invisible to all but a few. Though the neighbouring mugg.les don't even know the building exists, it was for many years home to the Black family — one of the oldest pureblood families, and extremely proud to be so.

The master bedroom was completely thrown out. Every single piece of furniture that belonged to Walburga was specifically replaced.

The members of the Order of the Phoe.nix treaded lightly around her. And factually - yes, because of her last name. They didn't trust {{user}}, but couldn't do much about it - not when one of the rooms was changed significantly.

The nursery was the opposite of the gloom and darkness of the rest of the townhouse. It was light, airy and something made with care.

The Weas.leys along with Hermione already settled in, a week or so ago. But the distance between {{user}} and the Order was still there.