Grimmauld Place Novels & Stories

MORGANA The past clung to me like the scent of old spell smoke. I didn’t need to close my eyes to see it—the memory surged forward, vivid and raw, as if time itself folded and brought me back two centuries. Two hundred years ago, the Grimhowl Pack mansion was the heart of a thriving, unbreakable community. Nestled in the cradle of the forest, it stood proud and regal, its stone walls covered in flowering ivy and thick vines that shimmered in the morning dew. Tall arched windows caught every sliver of light, casting gold across the polished floors. The scent of pine and wild jasmine drifted in through open balconies. It wasn’t just a mansion. It was a home—a living, breathing sanctuary of pac

We both know that we must act quickly, before our cover is blown and our mission compromised. “Excuse me,” I say with a casual smile. “Could you tell me more about this place? Studying dark magic sounds fascinating.” “Ah, yes,” one of them says. “It’s located beneath St. James’s Park.” “St. James’s Park?” I repeat with a smile. “Thank you.” “Of course,” he replies. His eyes move to Quinn for a moment before he turns away.

Having a private property patrolled by actual wolves, like we do for our pack territories, would cause quite a few heads to turn, I’m sure. The guards wave us through when the gate fully opens after they check our IDs. Daddy drives his classic black Ferrari down the long road that leads up to the council’s mansion. It is a beautiful, traditional Victorian mansion, but it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. A full five stories in navy, black and cream. A large wrap around porch is the most prominent feature in the front and it spans the entire width of the building along the first, second and third floors. It is a grand, rambling style house, almost as if they added onto it as the years progres

Elora asked in disbelief because of the obvious reason that her mother was a werewolf and this woman was a mage. " Adopted but does that really matter?" The woman said before she grinned from ear to ear and said, " Welcome to GRACE VILLA!" " Oh my goodness!" Gina gushed when they entered and saw the brightly colored buildings within, the beautiful water fountain in the center, and the people who seemed like they were all living their happiest life. " Damn...this is insane. It's all magic! I bet everyone thinks this place is a shit hole" Aidan said with glee as they followed the woman.

Lots of Magicorum uttered by everyone in front of the bedrooms, after which the doors opened and closed right away behind those who entered the rooms. After entering their room, Elizabeth, Johnny and even Alexander, were amazed at what they saw. Their room was so huge in surface and height that it could accommodate a whole class of students from Elmbridge there. In fact it wasn’t a room, but rather a small ... the inside of a small mansion.

She stopped washing the dishes and looked at me, her face going totally pale. "Where is his house located, Ivory?" she asked, her voice tight. "Gravels Street," I replied. She literally deadpanned, her eyes widening in a way that made my skin crawl. "Isn't that the giant, one and only mansion with the deep woods right behind it? The one where the trees practically swallow the fence?" "Yes, ma. It is a big estate. Why?" "What? Really? Ivory, do you really have to go?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch.

About two hours of staying in the air , we finally entered the northern territory. The territory of Crescent Pack's werewolves and my hometown. "Where should I land?" Drystan asked through mindlink. "On the castle of Crescent. It's white marble castle embedded with statues of wolves including other creatures carved in gold.'' I looked forward to the magic tower. One of its kind especially was used for casting magic spells and making potions. As we crossed the magic tower the atmosphere started getting foggy. The smell of burning corpses and houses sneaked inside my nostrils.

"Babe, does mother know we're back?" "She's supposed to. Though I didn't tell her, the maids around must have told her." "I just can't wait to see her." "Mummy, what does granny look like? The old creepy lady?" Emily asked, raising her gaze at Emma. "Nah, grandmother is way too young than the old creepy lady. More like she's in her forties." She turned to look at Diego who shook his head, smiling at her lies. They made their way further to Luna Malfoy's room. "Kids, don't forget your manners. As soon as you enter, bow your head and pay your respect. Okay?"

“Cook something proper and nutritious, then bring it to the members training outside. And make sure you don’t let any strange drinks or ridiculous gossip slip through again.” “Yes, Luna. Right away.” After that, Malcolm and I headed to Riverwood Lane. There were several old packhouses there, barely fit to live in cracked walls, crumbling foundations. But among them stood one shack that was even more decrepit than the rest. “That's Margaret's grandmother's house,” Malcolm said, pointing it out. “Well, let's get over there.” I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Theo, asking him to send me a picture of the tea Jennifer had been drinking.

“So, these are the best colors.” And who am I to argue with such flawless logic? This isn’t a Muggle house, after all. We matched the rest of the house to those colors, and the mantelpiece in the living room even boasts a Gryffindor crest because the red and gold reminded us of the common room.