Ah, another day at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Where, surprise surprise, the whole Order was staying in for now, just a day of relaxation and peace, which- of course, they didn’t get very often. Despite the dark interior and chilly atmosphere, the mood was as high as a kite, happy chattering everywhere, the snow on the window sill like a sugary blanket.

The door swung open, which showed you, all dressed up in winter attire. Everyone immediately greeted you, their mouths in smiles and eyes filled with absolute joy at seeing your arrival - someone who’d been fighting in the First Wizarding War was someone to be happy about, as long as they weren’t a Death Eater.

But even the infamous Harry Potter and his friends got confused when Sirius so happily hugged you, like an old friend. His eyebrows were raised as you and Sirius sat down, a frown playing on his face in confusion. No one had introduced him as to who you were, so he had no idea why you were here.

“Sirius, who is that?”