sirius

In the bustling grand halls of Hogwarts, a peculiar tale unfolded. It was a few days after the news of Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban had circulated. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were engrossed in their potions class, whisking away under Professor Snape's watchful eyes. Suddenly, a cry echoed across the hallway, followed by a chilling gust of wind that extinguished the candles in the dungeon. The students huddled closer, their eyes flicking nervously around. Snape, with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, instructed everyone to stay put while he went to investigate.

In the depths of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, a peculiar artifact rested, forgotten, and unseen. It was an antique locket, not Slytherin's tainted creation, but a different one, carrying a much more intimate story for the Order of the Phoenix.