The Wrath of House Black
The tension in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place was suffocating . The Order of the Phoenix stood in a loose semicircle, eyes trained on Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Dumbledore stood at the center, hands folded in front of him, his usual calm unwavering.
Sirius, however, was seething . His grey eyes burned , his knuckles white around his wand as he listened to what they were saying.
"We don’t have another option," Kingsley said, his voice steady, rational. "Voldemort wants Harry. We can use that."
" Use him?" Sirius spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You want to use my godson as bait ?!"
"Sirius," Dumbledore said patiently, "this is for the greater good. Harry is—"
"Harry is a child !" Remus snapped, his voice low but furious . " A fifteen-year-old boy who has already been through hell . We will not allow you to put him in more danger."
"This isn’t up for debate," Moody grunted. "It’s war. We all make sacrifices."
Sirius let out a bark of bitter laughter . "Funny how it’s always Harry making those sacrifices. Never you ."
"We need to do what’s necessary," Molly Weasley insisted, her voice trembling. "I love Harry too, but this is bigger than any of us."
"He is my godson," Sirius said coldly. " And mine, " Remus added, stepping forward.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Then Kingsley spoke, his voice like iron.
"Then we do this the hard way."
Sirius’s blood ran cold . " You’re talking about stunning us and taking Harry by force? "
"Sirius is too emotional," Moody muttered. "And Lupin’s too attached. We do what we have to."
Sirius’s expression turned deadly . " You lot better think real hard before you try that. "
And then—
Wands were drawn.
Sirius and Remus moved in perfect unison , their wands snapping up. The Order hesitated, the weight of what they were about to do sinking in.
" Expulso! "
Remus’s spell exploded between them, sending chairs flying as the Order scattered .
" Confringo! "
A desk burst into flames, forcing Arthur and Kingsley to throw up shields.
" Stupefy! "
Sirius dodged , deflecting the stunning spell with a slash of his wand.
" Incarcerous! " Molly bellowed, ropes flying toward Sirius—
" Diffindo! " Sirius sliced them apart midair.
" KREACHER, DEFEND THE HOUSE! " Sirius roared.
There was a crack , and then—
Kreacher appeared , gripping a massive, iron-wrought hammer .
His bloodshot eyes swept the room, landing on Sirius’s bleeding arm . His wrinkled face twisted with something vicious .
"You dare harm my master?" Kreacher snarled . " BLOOD TRAITORS! "
And then—
Kreacher lunged .
The hammer collided with Moody’s leg with a sickening crack .
Moody roared in pain, stumbling back, his magical eye spinning wildly .
Kreacher let out a guttural growl , raising the hammer again. " Kreacher fights for his masters! "
He swung at Kingsley next, forcing the Auror to dodge . The hammer slammed into the floor, sending up a cloud of dust and splintered wood.
For a moment, it seemed like they were holding their own.
And then—
" Diffindo! "
The cutting curse came fast . Sirius twisted, but the hex ripped through his arm , blood splattering onto the floor.
" SIRIUS! " Remus shouted, distracted .
At the top of the stairs—
Ron Weasley was frozen . But beside him—
Hermione Granger was shaking .
Her breath came short and sharp , her fingers white-knuckled around her wand.
And then—
She snapped .
Ron saw it happen. " Hermione, don’t— "
She whipped her wand around—
" Stupefy! "
Ron’s body went rigid before he toppled backward , thudding onto the stairs.
Hermione didn’t even look back .
She stormed down the staircase, radiating pure, untamed fury .
Sirius and Remus stared as she threw herself into the fight.
" Deprimo! "
The floor collapsed beneath Moody, hurling him into the lower level.
" Locomotor Wibbly! "
Arthur collapsed , his knees buckling .
" Flipendo! "
Molly was slammed against the wall.
" VENTUS ATRA! "
A howling stormerupted from her wand, hurling Kingsley into the bookshelf.
She was breathing heavily , her face twisted in fury .
" You—" she threw out her wand, the tip sparking . " WERE— " she flicked her wrist, another hex firing off . " SUPPOSED— "
Dumbledore turned—
" TO PROTECT HIM! "
" ANTEOCULATIA! "
There was a bright flash .
And then—
A massive set of antlersburst from Dumbledore’s head.
Sirius and Remus gawked .
" She just— " Sirius started.
" Hexed Dumbledore, " Remus finished.
Dumbledore, looking deeply affronted, opened his mouth to speak —
" SILENCIO! "
His voice vanished .
Sirius wheeze-laughed . " SHE SILENCED HIM! "
Hermione whipped around just in time to see—
"Harry, RUN!"
Harry took off toward the hallway, his feet barely touching the ground as he bolted for Walburga’s portrait.
Dumbledore lunged after him.
But Hermione’s wand whipped through the air.
"CARPE RETRACTUM!"
A golden rope lashed around Dumbledore’s robes, yanking him backward . His antlers clattered against the floor.
Harry sprinted toward Walburga’s portrait.
He yanked the curtains open.
" SONORUS! "*
His voice boomed , shaking the entire house .
" THE HOUSE OF BLACK IS IN DANGER! SIRIUS, LORD BLACK, HAS BEEN INJURED! AND I—HARRY, HIS HEIR—AM NEXT!*"
Walburga’s eyes blazed .
" Sentinella Domus, excita et defende! Hostes repelle, domum sanctifica! "
The house awoke .
Walls groaned , floors shook , and the very air became thick with vengeance .
The Order barely had time to react before the shadows came alive .
Dumbledore gasped as an invisible force wrapped around him , dragging him toward the door.
" No— "
There was no resisting .
With a deafening roar , the House of Black expelled them .
The Order was hurled through the open door, slammed onto the cobbled street with bone-breaking force .
The door slammed shut .
The wards hummed , sealing the house from their presence forever .
Inside, silence fell.
Sirius, still bleeding , exhaled sharply and turned to face his mother’s portrait.
Walburga Black smirked . "*By the old magic of the Black line, I declare Albus Dumbledore and the so-called Order of the Phoenix to be ENEMIES OF HOUSE BLACK! "
A final pulse of magic settled over the house, binding the decree for eternity .
Outside, as the Order groggily tried to recover, an invisible force slammed into them. The air itself seemed to reject them, forcing them further down the street.
The very street outside Grimmauld Place twisted , the Fidelius shifting violently against its former secret-keeper. Dumbledore, barely on his feet, felt the spell he had cast over the house snap in half, turning against him.
They would never find 12 Grimmauld Place again.
Dumbledore was pale, his usual unshakable calm fractured as he realized the truth—12 Grimmauld Place was lost to them.
Molly Weasley was groaning in pain from where Kreacher’s hammer had struck her. Moody was on his feet, barking orders, but it was clear even he had no countermeasure for what had just happened.
The House of Black had banished them.
"Albus," Minerva McGonagall said in a rare moment of panic, "what do we do now?"
Dumbledore didn’t answer. He was staring at the spot where the house should have been, his magic reaching for something that was no longer there.
And then like a shimmering projection they could see a faint outline of 12 Grimmauld Place temporarily—
The front door is yanked opened—
A voice rang out, sharp and furious .
" SCREW YOU! "
Hermione lifted her wand .
" MACUS AD NAUSEAM! "
Dumbledore, still antlered , gagged .
Moody groaned .
Molly collapsed .
" HERMIONE! " Arthur gasped. " What did you do? "
Hermione smirked coldly .
"Macus ad Nauseam," she said smugly, lowering her wand. " A lovely little hex that makes anyone I cast it on violently nauseous for at least an hour. And guess what? You all deserved it. "
Dumbledore tried to speak, but the nausea was too much —he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.
Hermione smirked . " That was for Harry. "
and shut the door in their faces and with it the projection ended and 12 Grimmauld Place vanishes from sight and memory.
Turning back, she found Sirius, Harry, and Remus all staring at her. Kreacher was clutching his hammer with a look of outright admiration .
"Missy Granger fights for the House of Black," Kreacher whispered with a grin.
Sirius blinked, then grinned so wide it almost looked painful. " Merlin's bloody beard, Hermione. You just hexed Dumbledore. "
Harry, still stunned, let out a short, breathless laugh. "You—you just made them all sick."
Hermione sniffed. "They deserved worse."
Remus, looking entirely too proud, gave her a nod of approval. "Welcome to the House of Black, Miss Granger."
Hermione squared her shoulders, smirking.
"I think I rather like it here."
The silence that followed was heavy . The weight of what had just happened—what Hermione had done, what Harry had unleashed, what the House of Black had reclaimed—settled into the very bones of 12 Grimmauld Place.
Sirius looked around at the house—the house that had once felt like a prison, a place he had hated with every fiber of his being. And yet, for the first time in his life, it felt like home .
He exhaled sharply, his body aching, blood still seeping from his arm. Slowly, he turned to face the portrait that had haunted him his entire life.
Walburga Black was watching him with sharp, piercing eyes—not the eyes of a madwoman screaming about blood traitors, but the eyes of a matriarch who had just defended her own .
Sirius hesitated for only a moment before he squared his shoulders.
" Thank you, Mother, " he said, his voice rough but sincere.
Walburga tilted her head slightly, observing him. "Hmph," she murmured, studying him as if seeing him for the first time. "You have finally accepted what you are, boy ."
Sirius lifted his chin. " I am the last Black, " he said, his voice firm. " And I will protect what’s mine. "
Walburga’s painted lips twitched —not quite a smile, but something close. "You are Lord Black , Sirius," she said, regal and sharp. " And it is high time you act like it. "
Sirius let out a breathless laugh. " Guess I don’t have a choice anymore, do I? "
"Blood will always answer blood," Walburga intoned. Then, her gaze shifted—past Sirius, past Remus, past Hermione—until it landed on Harry .
Harry stood frozen, still catching his breath, his wand clenched at his side.
Walburga’s expression turned assessing, sharp eyes scanning him before she nodded .
" And you, child, " she said, her voice ringing with authority, " are Heir Black. "
Harry blinked, stunned. " What—? "
Sirius inhaled slowly. "It means you belong here, Harry," he said, looking at him with something almost soft in his gaze. "Truly. This is your home now."
Harry’s throat felt tight, and he swallowed hard before nodding.
Walburga straightened in her portrait, her presence imposing. "The House of Black stands whole once more."
The magic in the walls hummed in agreement .
And for the first time in centuries, the House of Black was united .