Disclaimer: nope! Not mine! Just my characters.
Chapter 1
Mysterious Meetings
A tall, skinny, dark-haired teenage girl, dressed in a khaki mini-skirt, blue button-up blouse, blazer, and high heels, with a black tattoo, that was not at all feminine, under one eye, and carrying a small handbag in one hand, was standing in the middle of a small square, where her clothing and attitude were of stark contrast to the surrounding buildings, if they could be called such. Some of the houses had broken windows that were glimmering dully in the early morning sunlight, paint was peeling and chipping from many of the doors, and heaps of rubbish lay outside several sets of front steps. The teenage girl was accompanied by an older lady wearing a flowered dress and heavy coat. The woman's name was Minerva McGonagall.
The girl turned toward Minerva and asked, "So, is this where my father is? I see number ten, number eleven, then number thirteen. I thought he was at number twelve," the girl whined. However, no sooner had she said this than a very dingy, very battered door emerged between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed quickly by dirty walls and grimy windows. "Oh yeah. I forgot," she said as they approached the door.
"Go on, ring the bell," Minerva prodded once they had reached the door and climbed the steps.
The girl did as she was told. Inside, she could hear someone shrieking after she rang the bell. Someone else opened the door and shooed them inside. Of course, she could now hear the shrieking very clearly.
"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers-!"
Once the door had been closed and locked by a big man with long dark hair, wearing robes, with features very similar to those of the girl, he started tugging on the long, moth-eaten curtains of a portrait of an enraged woman, and began yelling, "Shut up, you horrible had, shut up!" and exchanged other such insults with the woman, while a red-haired woman ran down the hall, stunning portraits of screaming people as she went. Once the mayhem had been dealt with, the man that looked so much like the girl finally turned to the new arrivals.
"Minerva, again, I ask you, Why? Why do you insist on ringing the bell? Do you have a death wish? And who is this?" he asked.
At this, Minerva smiled. "Sirius Black, meet Amira Black."
Sirius just stood there slack-jawed. Amira, on the other hand, took this rather well, seeing as she already knew that she would be meeting this man.
"So, who's the 'horrible old hag?'" she asked.
Sirius finally recovered enough to announce, "My mother, actually."
"My grandmother?" Amira asked Minerva hopefully, and she replied with a smile and a nod.
"I think that we should go to the drawing room. We just finished cleaning it the other day," Sirius declared.
"Good idea," Minerva said as they moved towards the intended room.