12 Grimmauld Place.
The home of the Black family.
Standing before the door of this house once again, Sirius Black felt a complicated mix of emotions and regret.
He had lost all hope in this family long ago.
But now, though the house remained, everything else had changed.
The Black family had long since fallen into decline.
Narcissa had married Lucius, while Regulus had squandered the family's wealth and gone off somewhere to enjoy himself.
Bellatrix Lestrange was devoted to Voldemort and had committed countless atrocities.
Bellatrix Lestrange deserved to die, but he did not want to kill her himself.
After all, she was his older sister.
Even though their relationship had always been terrible, and Bellatrix Lestrange would not hesitate to kill him if it served her interests.
Harry Potter and Ginny stood behind Sirius Black. Harry Potter had never been inside this house; whenever he came here, he only looked at it from a distance.
"Let's go in," Ginny said, taking Harry Potter's hand.
Harry Potter nodded, then looked at Sirius Black. "David, let's go in."
Sirius Black hesitated for a moment, but nodded and opened the door, leading the way inside.
There was no smell of decay, but the house was rather untidy.
Sirius Black frowned slightly at the sight.
After looking around, Ginny said bluntly, "Harry, David, it looks like someone lives here."
"The walls are clean. It's just that everything's scattered about."
"Whoever lives here has no manners or sense of cleanliness."
Harry and Ginny had thought no one lived here anymore.
Clearly, that was not the case.
"Who are you?"
"You nasty little brat, who said you could come barging in?"
"Get out of here at once."
A voice suddenly rang out, and Kreacher's rather sinister figure emerged from a room.
"A house-elf, and