Wizarding Royalty

Chapter 5: Headquarters

As soon as everyone grabbed hold of an adult the older wizards turned on their heels and apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Almost everyone looked nauseous. 

Nico was used to Shadow Traveling so he wasn't too bad off. Neither were Percy or Thalia. Both had Shadow Traveled with Mrs. O'Leary or Nico at some point in time and were more used to the feeling of being sucked into a straw and spit back out in a different location. That didn't help the taste of metal in their mouths though. 

Sally, Dumbledore, Sirius, and Lupin looked fine. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Estelle, and Paul; however were a different matter. Paul and Estelle had almost fainted from nausea while Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked like they were about to fall off their feet, but managed to stay upright. 

Once everyone had recovered Dumbledore handed a piece of paper to Percy (who was closest to him).

"Okay, who writes like this? This is hell on the eyes." Percy exclaimed after a minute of trying to read it. The words were written in a fancy and swirly script that looked like it was trying to swim off the page so Percy couldn't read it. Percy handed the paper to his mother and looked around. 

The house between numbers 11 and 13 was shrouded in thick layers of Mist and were hard to concentrate on.  

"I sense death," Nico said in Greek

"Where?" Thalia and Percy asked at the same time. They both huddled in closer for the whispered Greek conversation. 

"There," Nico pointed to number 12. 

"Here," Sally handed the note to the demigods with a rough Greek translation for the words. 

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London. 

Percy handed the note to Nico who read it and handed it to Thalia. When both were done reading, Dumbledore took the note and looked at the Greek scribbles for a second before setting the paper on fire. 

"Now that everyone can see the house, shall we go in?" Dumbledore asked not unkindly. People nodded and followed him towards the door. Upon arrival, people were waiting in the entrance hall of the house. 

About ten people and almost half of them had a vague resemblance to Ron.  They all had fiery red hair. Two of them had the mischievous grin the Stolls gave when they were planning something. The woman had a motherly smile on her face and a plump figure. The man had a balding head but his red hair was still prominent. He looked at the cousins with a look of curiosity. The youngest redhead looked to be about fourteen or fifteen. Her hair was an even brighter red than her family's. Her eyes shone with the same fire that her hair portrayed. Just from a look, Percy could tell she was stubborn and determined. She would fit in well with the woman of his family. Percy could tell Thalia was already devising a plan to get the girl to join the hunt. 

Of the last of the people in the room, one had bubblegum pink hair, another had a peg leg, the third looked strict but kind, the fourth had greasy-looking hair and a permanent sneer, and the last in the room was an elf-type creature garbed in an old pillowcase. 

"It is very nice to meet you. My name is Molly Weasley," Molly stuck out her hand. Sally took the offered hand. 

"My name is Sally Blofis, this is my husband Paul Blofis, my son Percy Jackson, his cousins Nico Di Angelo and Thalia, and my daughter Estelle Blofis," Sally introduced.

"Very nice to meet you," Molly shook everyone's hand, "Come on everyone introduce yourselves," Molly encouraged. 

"Gred," one of the twins said.