Number 12 Grimmauld Place
following are excerpts taken from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
The headquarters of the
Order of the Phoenix may be found at number
twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
were standing outside number eleven; he looked to the left and saw number ten;
to the right, however, was number thirteen.”
“Think about what
you’ve just memorized,” said Lupin quietly.
Harry thought, and no
sooner had he reached the part about number twelve, Grimmauld Place, than a
battered door emerged out of nowhere between numbers eleven and thirteen,
followed swiftly by dirty walls and grimy windows. It was as though an extra
house had inflated, pushing those on either side out of its way. Harry gaped at
it. The stereo in number eleven thudded on. Apparently the Muggles inside
hadn’t even felt anything.
“Come on, hurry,”
growled Moody, prodding Harry in the back.
Harry walked up the worn
stone steps, staring at the newly materialized door. Its black paint was shabby
and scratched. The silver door knocked was in the form of a twisted serpent.
There was no keyhole or letterbox.
Lupin pulled out his
wand and tapped the door once. Harry heard many loud metallic clicks and what
sounded like the clatter of a chain. The door creaked open.
“Get in quick,
Harry,” Lupin whispered. “But don’t go far inside and don’t touch
Harry stepped over the
threshold into the almost total darkness of the hall. He could smell damp, dust,
and a sweetish, rotting smell; the place had the feeling of a derelict building.
He looked over his shoulder and saw the others filing in behind him, Lupin and
Tonks carrying his trunk and Hedwig’s cage. Moody was standing on the top step
and releasing the balls of light the Put-Outer had stolen from the street lamps;
they flew back into their bulbs and the square beyond glowed momentarily with
orange light before Moody limped inside and closed the front door, so the
darkness in the hall became complete.
He rapped Harry hard
over the head with his wand; Harry felt as though something hot was trickling
down his back this time and knew that the Disillusionment Charm must have
“Now stay still,
everyone, while I give us a bit of light in here,” Moody whispered.
The others’ hushed
voices were giving Harry and odd feeling of foreboding; it was as though they
had just entered the house of a dying person. He heard a soft hissing noise and
then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting a
flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet
of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and
age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. Harry heard something
scuttling behind the baseboard. Both the chandelier and the candelabra on a
rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents.
“I’ll explain later, I’ve got to hurry,
I’m supposed to be at the meeting—I’ll just show you where you’re
Pressing her finger to
her lips, she led him on tiptoes past a pair of long, moth-eaten curtains,
behind which Harry supposed there must be another door, and after skirting a
large umbrella that looked as though it had been made from a severed troll’s
leg, they started up the dark staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads mounted
on plaques on the wall. A closer looked showed Harry that the heads belonged to
house-elves. All of them had the same rather snoutlike nose.
deepened with every step he took. What on earth were they doing in a house that
looked as though it belonged to the Darkest of wizards?”
“Harry peered inside. Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and
old-fashioned boiler, but in the foot’s space underneath the pipes Kreacher
had made himself something that looked like a nest. A jumble of assorted rags
and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle
of it showed where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night. Here and there among
the material were stale bread crusts and moldy old bits of cheese. In a small
corner glinted small objects and coins that Harry guessed Kreacher had saved,
magpielike, from Sirius’s purge of the house, and he had also managed to
retrieve the silver-framed family photographs that Sirius had thrown away over