Garett Black
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Garett apparated with a pop to the steps of an old cottage, the place he was never at but the only place he could call home. As Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was infested with blood traitors, his family had been forced to live in a new home.
"Are you alright, Liz?" he asked, letting go of her hand and allowing her to recooperate.
"Are you alright, Liz?" he asked, letting go of her hand and allowing her to recooperate.