I had just been told to fly to London. Or Grimolds place to be exsact. I had just finished school, and just turned 18 and had just started in the Order of the Phoenix at professor Dumbledoores request. I landed softly behind a dumpster and popped my head out to see if the coast was clear. I quicly ran toward number 13, and closed my eyes thinking of number 12. I slowly opened my eyes as a house appeard between number 13 and 11. The muggles (non magic people) had no idea thet this house even exsisted. I ran up to the door and rang the doorbell, and immediatly a woman started to scream inside. "SHUT UP!" A mans voice screamed back. I know it make no sence, but I started to get wet when I heard the voice. The door opened and my jaw dropped. The owner of the house had long, curly hair, a musta
