This is my first serious fanfiction, which I hope to extend to multiple chapters depending on the reader's response. I have read many fanfics here and have loads of admiration for all the writer's, Beta's and ofcourse the reviewers.
This fic will use well scripted characters in the HP series with a few quirks here and there of my own creation. The fic may have a little violence but I will use it only in places where it is necessary. As I have mentioned before I have read many fics and I may have incorporated another writer's style unknowingly but the concept and writing are strictly my own and I do not resort to plagiarism in any case!
I am in need of a Beta. So, if anyone is interested please contact me.
Disclaimer: The characters and the Magical World belongs to JKR and I don't mind one bit.
The only sound, was that of his boots crushing the autumn-shed leaves. Silencio! It was quiet. Too quiet for a person who was always associated with boisterousness and when with his mates, rowdiness characterized by his distinct bark-like laugh. Stealth had never been his forte and for ninety-nine percent of the time, the attention seeking side of him was glad of this particular shortcoming. Perhaps, that had been the reason why the ever vigilant 'Mad-Eye' Moody had literally drilled into him the need for 'Constant Vigilance'. A normally impatient person, who as his dear friends put it, wanted 'everything on a platter with a gorgeous girl serving it', he was forced to burn midnight oil (Most of his 'Stealth Training' took place at night) and here he was tailing a suspected death-eater, as part of his first hands-on experience.
His 'object of desire' kept on walking with a single-minded determination, with the man's cloak being the only thing that swayed. Sirius' grey-eyes quickly scanned the surrounding. They were slowly making their way towards a well respected and muggle neighborhood. One look at the muscular 'Mclaren-Mercedes' told him that. He had a fair-sized poster of the said car pasted, with a permanent sticking charm, in his room at the house of the 'ancient and noble family of the Black's'. He had bought the poster for the bikini-clad models that leaned seductively on the 'machine-beast' and the fact that it annoyed his batty mother was an added and satisfying bonus. Besides his patience or rather the lack of it, it was his curious nature that had been a stumbling block in his long and arduous training program. Sirius dragged his eyes from the inviting sight of a shining sports car to a rather tame looking and weather-beaten cloak.
The street was still quiet. The surroundings remained the same. No, they hadn't stopped walking. The 'Man' was walking at a steady pace and so was Sirius, though in a much more fidgety manner. They were apparently, not only in a rich muggle neighborhood but also at a place where people liked all their houses to look the same. It was a nightmarish place for an alien like him. The maze, like the one at the simulation training had been relatively easier. The place itself looked good though. A kind of place his best friend's girlfriend, Lily Evans would be happy to live in. The houses looked spacious with beautifully manicured gardens and white picket fences adding to the overall aura of the place. There was also a garden in each street, in sync with the overall uniformity of the location, which were adorned with various play-things and swings. If there was one thing he knew about Lily, it was her love for swings! The neighborhood though looked too polished and quiet for a bachelor like him.
The 'Man' stopped all of a sudden and bent down. Sirius tightened his hold over the wand, his breath quickening in anticipation of much awaited action. He observed the Man's movement closely, adrenaline pumping through his entire being. His heart-rate dropped to normal as quickly as it had risen when he realized that the Man had bent down to only tie the shoe-lace. That happened to be the only bit of excitement in his first assignment as the Man continued the progress till he reached a house that Sirius guessed to be his home. After briefing the Auror, who was assigned as a stakeout to the Man's house, he apparated back to his house he shared with his Marauder best-friends. After digging ravenously into the scrumptious dinner that his friends had made and a little banter over some butterbeer, he collapsed on his fluffy bed and slept dreaming about the 'car of his dreams'.
The first chapter is a bit on the smaller side but the chapter's length will increase as chapter's roll by. Pleae do leave your reviews and suggestions. TC