Grimmauld Place Novels & Stories

Draco closed the book with the ancient script, turned off the light, then went to sleep. The next day... After breakfast, Draco and Astrid were picked up in a horse-drawn carriage headed for Edmund's residence. The Brighton family's mansion was not too far from the royal library. The mansion has an extensive garden. The building was large and multi-story and has many rooms in it. There were several huge rooms, so large that it was enough for a dragon to be in them. "Welcome, Draco, Astrid," said Edmund welcoming the front page. This morning it was Al who picked them up straight to the inn.

Romero smiled. His words confused me. I wanted him to help me understand, but at the same moment his phone rang, and he took the call. I looked at Grandma and Kira, they were both calm and patient. I figured I shouldn't stir up unnecessary anxieties and stayed silent until we had arrived at the place. The mansion was three times the size of Grandma's house. It was surrounded by a park filled with amulets and magical signs that were supposed to prevent supernatural creatures from getting inside. The building itself also had a special security system, not to mention the whole place was heavily guarded.

I hope youwill get to know him, maybe through him we could become business partners," Don said. Ella could understand perfectly what her grandfather was talking about. Ella had known the Wright family for along time now especially Damien who had gone to their school but was a senior while she was still a junior. She remembered how the ladies fought for his attention but he never cared about anyof them, she could only admire him from a far, maybe today would be the perfect opportunity to strike a relationship with him. "I understand grandfather, "Ella replied and got out of the room, it was already seven and the guests started pouring in. Alma drove and stopped infront of a ten storey buildin

“Then we do what we must.” Maxwell glanced at me. “You ready for this?” I wasn’t sure anyone could be ready for what we were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation. I squared my shoulders. “Let’s go.” --- The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its towering gates shut tight. The once-grand mansion had fallen into disrepair after the war, its windows dark, its gardens overgrown. But beneath it lay the vault—one of the most heavily guarded places in the supernatural world.

You didn't complain, and I seem to recall you came once before we even left for the party, pressed against the wall, my agile fingers making you gasp and whimper, your bodice heaving. We drove to the mansion on the edge of town, and as we got out and walked to the door you clung to my arm, pressing yourself against me as you knew I loved. Mansion might be too small a word for this place. It wasn't the largest by any means, but it was magnificent. Made of stone with four full floors, gargoyles guarding the roof, water from the rainy night pouring from their mouths. Footmen from an earlier age, perhaps literally, ushered us in. No invitation was needed. You were recognized immediately and I bo

I practically left my dignity at the gate to this place. "I hope I won't have to babysit her." Scarlett mumbled, but Mr Grimmwolf shot her a look which silenced her. It was not like I was overjoyed at having people needing to guard me either. Soon the meeting was adjourned, and Mr Grimmwolf decided to show us around the place. It was more like a community. A pack. There were houses here and there and then the giant headquarter building in the centre of the whole village. It was this building which contained the meeting room, training facilities and the whole documentation system of the pack. Outside there was still more to be discovered. Little shops here and there, a hospital to the far end

They stopped right under the shade of the patio, which was simpler than the one on the front, but felt much warmer and calmer. The doorman opened the car for them and from his face, Bella knew that this person most likely also came from Asia like her. "Follow me!" Mr. Draco ordered the girls who were still staring at the luxurious pavilion building. They call it the Packhouse, a mansion ... in the middle of a thick forest. A big.. luxuriously building in the middle of the forest. Bella came to her senses quickly and scrambled to follow Mr. Draco's steadfast steps up the steps of the stairs. A waiter in a black suit opened the door and greeted Mr. Draco respectfully.

“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.

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.

But I didn't take his words seriously due to that new mall project in Millennium City that was won by Jones Corp. Had it not been for Morgan breaking his cousin's hand because of a Miss Jones who said Morgan was her man and Morgan deciding to teach him and his friends a lesson, it would have been too late. I have to pay a visit to the old master; I must tell him about Morgan's relationship with a divorced woman. Knowing him, that bitch is in for a rollercoaster ride. ~~~ The main Wright mansion, “You didn't have to bring me all these gifts; the fact that you cared for me enough to come check up on this old man is enough,” Old Master Gerald said dotingly.