Grimmauld Place Novels & Stories

MJ could not remember the last time she came to this house. She did not remember whether it was before Alastair adopted her or after she started the business; but she could never forget the house that was once her shelter. The old, brick-layered mansion still stood out amongst the beauty of the social elites of London, its red-tiled roof giving it a classic look. The yard was bare of any vehicles, it was free of plants or lawn, and the place that was once a pool, was replaced by an ugly fountain and a mini garden after one kid almost drowned.

Chapter 2 "They will take you for granted because of your kindness towards them just like this"Mabel stared at Andie and they went for class..... ............................................................................. A car drove down into the compound of a new mansion in Malcolm's street alongside two vans following behind the Jeep... The house is so huge and round was painted in a silver-white color and the water spring was right at the center of the mansion. The floor was German floored and there were about two garages in the compound...

"I never went to school. This city taught me nearly everything I know." Nadia pointed out, "It did give you a unique magical skill set like cloaking spells and love potions. We might be dead by now if you didn’t know this place so well." "I think you’re giving me more credit than I deserve." Callie couldn’t hide her smile and she did feel lighter the rest of the way to the Duke’s Mansion. It was a large black brick house with a hundred rooms and rows of shuttered windows. The black oak door had a large iron knocker of a snake eating its own tail. Allocen renovated the house overtime and some of his cronies lived with him. There was no knowing how many of them were inside.

Hence, why only my aunts were here with me. I nodded to Meredith's statement, looking on at the other witches hiding in the woods as well. Five of them gave me thumbs up, with Sybil only looking at me flatly. Her whole demeanor seemed to tell me I was going to mess up and she was only just bidding her time. A shiver of uncertainty slid down my spine. Hellene caught my gaze and gave me an encouraging nod. Sucking in a breath, I nodded back, turning to leave. Like all immortal residences, they were located at the most remote parts of an area, and Lord Igor's sprawling mansion was no exception. Breaking into a bright, lonely road, I walked down it until I could see the towering black gates up a

I said to myself and drove out of the castle. Lady Lena’s residence was far from the castle, and she’d never attempted to move nearer even though he official residence as the eldest wolf in Ravenclaw was beside my house, I never understood why she didn’t occupy the space, maybe I was going to find out why today too, I thought and continued driving along.

He didn't ask a single question. He simply removed his own heavy, white wolf-pelt cloak and wrapped it tightly around both of us. "You're home now," his voice was low and gravelly. I didn't respond. Clutching Gale, I walked straight through the grand hall and toward the deepest part of the castle: the ice vault. It was freezing here, a place where the royal family stored its most precious magical ingredients. I gently laid Gale on a platform of frosted crystal. He lay there peacefully, like a snow sprite who would never wake up.

"Ivy will attend her, along with another maid of my choosing." Victoria's jaw clenched but she nodded stiffly. She had lost this battle. Three days later, I moved to Maple Garden with Ivy attending me. The building had an air of neglect despite being cleaned. Dust still clung to the corners, and the faint smell of mildew lingered. "Miss Eliza," Ivy whispered nervously as we unpacked, "they say this place is haunted by wolves who died violent deaths." I smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about ghosts, Ivy. It's the living we need to watch for."

Nine is getting too close. Arthur sits in the back beside Nadia, one hand on his cane, breathing steadily but slower than before. He’s older now than he was an hour ago. Or maybe he just looks that way because no one in the car is pretending around him anymore. “Address,” I say. Arthur answers immediately. “Bellcombe Row. End house. Blue door. She’s lived there twenty years.” “Why there?” Aurora asks.

Morris replied and left me and Draco alone As he left I took a good view of entire Seaton House… this two story white stone house was surrounded with a dry rice filed and flower garden… and nothing more specific to see on outside, all I could see was entire porch of house and surrounding covered in golden brown straw of dried and filed and black curled dried leaves and flowers crumbled all over on ground.. “Huhhh….. Why do we have to stay in place this which looks like some curse house” I spoke to myself but Draco caught my words

Upon arriving at Harry’s residence, a grand yet eerily silent mansion, Arabella was greeted by an elderly maid named Mrs. Mia. The woman bowed politely, but there was something odd in her gaze, as if she wanted to say something yet held herself back. As Arabella stepped into Harry Anderson’s mansion, her eyes widened in awe at the opulence before her. Towering ceilings adorned with shimmering crystal chandeliers cast soft, golden reflections against the intricately carved walls. The air carried the rich scent of polished wood, mingled with the faint fragrance of white lilies arranged meticulously in porcelain vases along the corridor.