Grimmauld Place was a place of the dead, thought Minerva; on her few visits here on Order business, it had always seemed so to her. Now, with Sirius a year gone, it was even more a house of shadows, of ghosts. Sour-faced witches and stern-eyed wizards in antiquated robes stared down from dusty frames, and no matter how many candles she lit, it
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