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You were presumed dead after the first wizard war. They never found your corpse, but no one ever say you again until now.
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You knew this was your only chance. The Blacks didn't live at grimhauld place anymore for as far as you knew.
You grabbed a hand of floo powder and inched to the fireplace. They thought they had broken you so much that you wouldn't dare to do anything.
When you were close enough to the fireplace you threw the powder down and yelled as clearly as you could, "Grimhauld place."
You fell out of the fireplace. Your eyes barely open, you could see people looking down at you.
Remus and Sirius looked up recognizing your face. "Firebeak?" Sirius questioning called out.
"They... are... planning." Before you could finish your sentence your eyes closed.
Remus has run forward to check if it's really you. All the other members of the order didn't know what to do, their two friends clearly knew you, but they didn't.
