DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the canon Harry Potter characters in this story, other than those I created, though I do not claim their last names for some of them whose names I grabbed from the series, unfortunately those all belong to the illustrious JK Rowling.

Warnings for the story: There is abuse, a lot of OC characters, but no completely new angle slash between canon characters that didn't occur in the story, only with OC characters.

A boy and a girl ran. They snickered, as they tip-toed past their parents having tea, and out the door. They were Slytherins, they were sneaky, stealthy. They didn't notice a bitter house eld watching them.
They were the best of friends, having known each other since they were in the cradle. It was encouraged, when their parents saw the attraction between the two, they could see the beginnings of something. They did everything together, played together, shared toys, played pranks. It was rare to see one without the other. Two very different children when apart, but together, it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. Their names, Sirius Black and Noire Gaunt.
The two snickered as they raced out the front door into the street, Noire struggling to keep up in the gown her mother had put her in. "Sirius wait up!" she called. He turned and visibly slowed, smirking.
"Its your fault for wearing a dress," he retorted.
She glared and shot back, "As if I had a choice, you know how my mother is! 'Noire, you must maintain the pillars of pureblood life, and one of those is propriety, now put on this dress now!'", the eight year said in a scarily good imitation of her mother's authoritative voice. He snickered, causing her to slap him on the arm.
"Ow!" he said, glaring at her while rubbing his arm.
"Now where are we going? If my mother catches me here, I'll be stuck learning Latin till Yule!" she complained.
"You'll see," he said, a glint of mischief in his eyes' that made her almost want to run back home. Whenever Sirius Black got a glint in his eye, the smart option was to clear out as soon as possible, because nothing good ever came the boy. He had the face and charm of an angel, with the heart of a devil, and good at using both. She rolled her eyes' smiling at her best friend and followed, giving only a glance back at 12 Grimmauld Place, which happened to be a big mistake.
Sirius pulled her down the street, and turned left, weaving in and out of the Muggles walking around. Noire could practically hear her mother's voice berating her in her mind about the perils of interacting with filthy Muggles. She pushed her mother's voice down. They arrived at a field with numerous contraptions of some kind on a smooth tan colored service, in which Muggle children were laughing and running across the contraptions. She stared in confusion at the place. "Sirius, what is this place?"
He grinned at her, "Its a Muggle place, its called a park, apparently Muggle children play here all the time." She cocked her head to the side, and stared, puzzled as to why this was 'fun' for Muggle children? Where was the magic? Why were they running? Were their parents not worried that such behavior from a child was a disgrace to their family? Was this the barbarism of Muggles that her parents told her about?
"Is this your surprise?" she asked, still confused as to the workings of this 'park'.
"Nope, come on," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along, confusing her even further. Muggles just had to make everything more complicated, on top of being filthy animals. The stopped in front of a tree.
"Sirius, what are we... AH!" she shrieked, jumping back, as a boy jumped down from the tree. He had dark skin, curly black hair, and a carefree grin. She glanced towards Sirius, and was even more shocked to see that he was grinning back at the boy, suggesting they knew each other.
" 'ello mate, I wos wonderin' when ya show," he greeted Sirius, as they clasped each others forearms, " 'oos 'is?" he asked staring at Noire, who had a bad feeling in her stomach. Sirius turned to her.
"Noire, this is Jeremy, he's my friend," Sirius greeted, staring at her warily. She gulped and stared at him with a worried expression, before glancing at the boy.
"Is he...?" she stopped, not wanting to reveal the word 'Muggle', in case he was, in which case it would sound strange to him and lead to questions that Noire and Sirius couldn't answer. He nodded, still staring at her warily, wondering how she'd take this. She nodded, staring at the boy, Jeremy Sirius had called him, as if he were an interesting specimen. Jeremy's grin faltered, as he glanced at Sirius in question as to what Noire was doing.
"Is.. some'in' wrong?" he asked, staring at her with unease. She blinked.
"No," she said, still staring at him, "Nothing, I apologize if I appeared rude," she said, cringing internally, knowing what her mother's reaction would be to her apologizing to a Muggle. Now that she thought on it, her mother would faint at what she was going to do next. She extended her hand, "Hello, my name is Noire." Sirius's face relaxed. Jeremy's grin grew again, as he shook Noire's hand, causing her to jolt in surprise, she had touched a Muggle.
"Pleasure Noire, I'm Jeremy," he greeted, his carefree grin so reminiscent of Sirius's putting her at ease.
"Now that thats settled, what should we do?" Sirius asked.
"Tag?" Jeremy asked, causing Noire to stare at him in confusion. Sirius snickered, as she glared at him. "Ya don' know whot tag is?" Jeremy asked incredulously, staring at her like a Quidditch fan would stare at someone who said they didn't know what Quidditch was. Noire didn't like it, she was used to being respected or feared, either was fine by her, now this Muggle was staring at her as if he knew more than her? Well she guessed he did, but still, it was a novel experience for her.
Reluctantly she asked, "What is... tag?" Sirius collapsed onto the ground laughing, Noire glaring at him, Jeremy staring at him in confusion.
"Is 'e alrigh'?" Jeremy asked Noire, she gave a rapt nod, wishing she was of age to use the wand, and use those hexes her cousin, Lucius was always going on about on Sirius.
With annoyance she said, "Oh grow up Black!" He stopped laughing, still smirking as he got to his feet.
"Oy! You're one to talk! Whose idea was it to spell the stairs so Kreacher were slip on it every time he walked down?" he retorted. She crossed her arms, not willing to be outdone.
"Yeah, well whose idea was it give Kreacher a permanent makeover?" she shot back, reminding him of the time, they stole Sirius's father's wand, before putting Muggle cosmetics on Kreacher, giving him a clownish face, before putting a Sticking Charm on it, making sure it wouldn't come off, at least not for the next three days, in which Kreacher refused to leave the kitchen, bemoaning how he was disgracing his Master and Mistress, and the diabolical minds of evil children. Sirius grinned big.
"That was pretty great wasn't it," Sirius said with a goofy grin, remembering the prank. Noire giggled, as Jeremy stared between the both of them confused.
"Whose Creature?" he asked confused.
"No one," the two wizards said simultaneously.
"So what is tag?" Noire asked, still confused.
"Its like Wizard's Chase," Sirius clarified for Noire, though it just further confused poor Jeremy, "Except instead of a orb, one of us is 'It', and the rest of us will scatter, the person who is ''It', will chase us and try to tag us, or touch us, if they succeed, then we become 'It'." Noire nodded.
"So how do you win?" she asked.
"There is no winning, its just for fun," Jeremy stated, as Noire's face grew slack with shock, 'just for fun', was a foreign phrase to her, there was always an objective to every game. She glanced at Sirius, who had a pleading look on his face, so she decided to just go with it and not complain.
"Okay, who's it?" she asked instead.
"Um, 'ow 'bout on da count of 'ree the 'ast person to say 'Not it' is 'It'," Jeremy stated. Noire stared at him, but had long since given up trying to understand the confusing nature of Muggles, they may be filthy, according to her mother, but they were bloody complicated. Noire exchanged a glance with Sirius. "Okay, one... two... three..."
"Not it."
"Not it."
" 'ot it! Damn!" Jeremy cursed, "I'm it then." Sirius and Noire took off running.

Sirius was the first to be tagged, purely because they couldn't find Noire, who had recognized that her dress hindered her running, and therefore put her at a disadvantage in the game, so as a solution she found a good hiding spot and stayed. After Jeremy got tagged again, and then Sirius, they realized that Noire wasn't there, and teamed up to find her. Noire was a Slytherin through and through though, and had planned for the inevitable eventuality that they would discover her plan and come after her, as such, she made sure she had numerous advantageous escape routes available to her. Sirius was the first to spot her, knowing her preference for hiding spots.
She was hiding on the big conglomerate play structure, behind a pillar in the top tower, with an escape route on each side, two slides, a staircase, and a pole, each easy to get down with her dress, and fast, so she could get you up, and then quickly get away, as well as a good lookout post so she would know the minute they came towards her. Sirius knew the stairs were cumbersome, so unless forced would not go down those, the slides would put static to her dress, and irritate her, slowing her down if she did go down though, and the pole was almost impossible to climb up. Sirius pulled Jeremy in the opposite direction pretending to have not seen her, hiding behind the rock climbing wall, that was hidden from the view of Noire's tower.
"Mate, whot are ya doin'?" Jeremy asked, confused, about to duck out and reveal them if not for Sirius pulling him down.
"I found her," he stated.
"Great, where?" Jeremy asked as he quickly got up, only to pulled down again but the grey eyed wizard, much to his annoyance.
"She'll see you! She's at the tower," Sirius hissed, as Jeremy's eyes' widened with understanding. "We need a plan, there are four possible escape routes. The pole, the two slides, and the stairs. We can't sneak up on her, because she'll see us coming before we even get to the play structure, so we have to trap her.
" 'ow?" Jeremy asked, getting excited at the intricacy of Sirius's plan, feeling as he were a spy, like from a James Bond movie. Sirius dwelved into his Slytherin side, and took in his surroundings, it was then he saw there way in.
"You see those kids playing hide and seek near the loo?" Sirius asked, pointing to a bunch of kids hiding near the loo from another kid looking around wildly.
"Yeah."
"We herd them up the stairs blocking that route, then you take the left slide, and I'll take the middle one, forcing her down the pole, which I can jump off the slide, and catch her," Sirius stated.
"Won't she just run after she gets down the pole?" Jeremy asked, "And didn't you tell me she was faster than you?" Sirius grimaced, wishing he hadn't told the Muggle boy about that particular fact, it was degrading to his reputation as a boy, that he was beaten by a girl.
"Yeah but she's wearing a dress, and can't run in it. I'll catch her easy," he stated. Jeremy nodded, accepting the plan.

Noire was getting worried, and suspicious. She had seen Sirius searching the play structure, and was sure he had found her when he turned in the opposite direction, and ducked out of sight, and now she couldn't see them. Suddenly they popped back into view, heading towards the loo, filling her with relief, they hadn't found her.
Suddenly, a crowd of 5 or 6 Muggle children ran towards the playground, as Sirius and Jeremy ran out the end of the loo, apparently still searching for her, before Sirius glanced towards to the tower where she was hidden, before pointing at the tower and turning towards Jeremy who had also seen her, the both of them running towards her. Fools, she thought, as the climbed both slides. She turned to the stairs only to realize it was blocked by the kids from the loo. They grinned at her, and it was then that she realized she had been tricked, and Sirius says he's not a Slytherin, she thought, as if. Grimacing, she slid down the pole, knowing Sirius would catch her. She sprinted, but her dress hampered her, as Sirius barreled towards her, tackling onto the field of grass, causing them to roll down the hill, stopping at two pairs of black shoes.
Sirius and Noire looked up to see their very unhappy mother's faces' staring down at them. And if things couldn't get any worse, Jeremy came running down the hill towards them, "That was brilliant Sirius!" he yelled, before staring in shock at the two severe figures standing over his friends. Sirius and Noire exchanged a glance wishing the world would swallow them whole. They both quickly got up, avoiding their mothers' searing eyes'.
With a voice of sickly sweet honey, Walburga Black asked her son, "Sirius dear, and who is this friend of your's and Noire's?"
Wincing, Sirius mumbled, "Jeremy."
"Louder dear," she said, maintaining her smile, though her eyes' spoke her true intentions loud enough.
"Jeremy," Sirius said clearer.
"And is he...?"
"Yes," Sirius said, causing Jeremy to stare back an forth between Sirius and his mother, feeling a moment of deja vu that reflected what had occurred earlier with Noire.
"I see," she said then turned to Jeremy and extended her hand, "Hello dear, I'm Sirius's mother. I was terribly worried about Sirius and Noire here when they upped and vanished, I'm sure your mother feels the same way about you." He nodded, giving a hesitant smile to her, a small voice in his head screaming danger. "As we are going home, I was wondering if you wished to join us for lunch, I know Noire's mother and I would love to get to know our children's new friend better," she said.
"That would be simply delightful," Noire's mother said with a fake smile. He broke out into a grin and nodded, staring at his friends, but shocked and a little hurt to see they were not even excited about the prospect of him coming for lunch.
On the other hand, Sirius and Noire were horrified, both knew of their mothers' hatred for Muggles, and the fact that their mothers' were inviting a Muggle to lunch with them spoke fo nothing good. Both were tempted to scream at poor Jeremy to run, but knew their punishment would be worse for the both of them if they did, so they could do nothing but walk home with Jeremy and their mothers', fearing the worst.
Once inside Grimmauld place, Noire's mother asked, "Jeremy, when does your mother expect you home?"
Jeremy grinned, "Ain't got no mum, Iman orphan. Live at da 'ocal orphanage on Crowley Street." Both Sirius and Noire cringed at Jeremy's abuse of the English language, knowing it was not further endearing him to either of their mothers'. Noire's mother's grin widened, scaring Noire, as she exchanged a glance with Sirius's mother.
"Perfect," she purred, before the smile dropped from both of their faces, and the door slammed shut, disgust filling both of their eyes'. Jeremy's grin faded as he stared at the two women who pulled out wooden sticks. He glanced at the door that was locked, and the terrified faces of Sirius and Noire, and knew he was in big trouble.
Walburga set a few nonverbal spells toward Jeremy, sending him flying to the wall, an invisible spell keeping him in place, as both her and Noire's mother, Morgaux stared with anger at their wayward children. Before they could berate them, Jeremy started wailing.
"Silencio!" Walburga shouted, raising her wand towards the child, and shutting him. Children were better seen not heard in her opinion, they would come back to the Muggle, first Morgaux and her had their wayward children to deal with.
"How dare you disgrace the House of Black!" Walburga shouted at her terrified son, "By consorting with a MUGGLE! Have I taught you nothing boy! Have I?" she shrieked, backhanding the boy, sending him to the ground, hair covering his face. Noire ran to him with a cry, worried for him, before being slammed into a wall herself, held there by an invisible force, her mother's wand pointed at her. She was terrified, her mother had never used magic or hit her before, of course she had heard of other parents using it on her friends, she knew Lucius's father was heavy handed, but it had never been used on her before.
"You have disgraced me," her mother hissed in a deadly quiet voice, "I am ashamed to call you my daughter," Noire winced. Her mother lowered her wand, and Noire fell painfully to the floor, with relief, only to shriek in pain, as her mother lifted her up by her hair. "ARE YOU A BLOOD TRAITOR NOW?!" her mother screeched, throwing her to the ground, on which she stayed, shivering in fear, sobs clogging her throat, terrified, wanting to stay in her haven creating by her loose hair, curtaining her from the world.
"Now, you will pay for your actions, let this be warning to the consequences of disobediance," Walburga hissed, causing both Sirius and Noire to stare at her in horror. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" she yelled. A green jet of light flew from her wand hitting the silently screaming, terrified Muggle boy. Noire watched, as the light left his dark brown eyes', and he slumped, lifeless, dead, gone. Walburga negated her spell, and his limp body fell to the ground. Sirius started yelling obscenities at his mother, to which she responded by beating him, while Noire just stared in shock at the limp body of the Muggle boy, Jeremy, who was now dead. She felt sick, her stomach churning, yet couldn't take her eyes' off his dead body.
Noire's mother gently lifted the shocked girl, who was still staring silently at the body, before turning to Walburga, whose trembling, bloody son was cowering against the wall, curled up in a ball, trying to shield himself from her vicious blows. "Walburga," she said sternly, causing the younger women to stop and stare at her. "I am taking Noire home. Sort your son out, according to Kreacher, your son was the one that lead her to the 'surprise', she informed Kreacher about. If your son is such a bad influence on my daughter, that she would willingly consort with a Muggle, then I don't believe I can allow her to see Sirius anymore."
"I understand," Walburga replied, glaring at her wayward son, who was glaring at a shocked Noire, grey eyes' filled with betrayal, she had told Kreacher they were going, she was the reason their mothers' had found them with Jeremy, she was the reason Jeremy was dead. Noire didn't once glance at him, further confirming her guilt in his eyes', when in fact it was because she wasn't even really present in the conversation, much less understanding what was occurring. The only thing she could see was the light leaving Jeremy eyes', as he slumped to the ground dead.
Morgaux herded her daughter towards the fireplace, throwing the floor powder in, and going home. Noire walked through the floo, in shock, not knowing that as of that moment her life was going to change forever.