Chapter 1: Moony and Padfoot
It was a beautiful night in London. All the stars were sparkling and the crescent shaped moon was glowing brightly above. My parents were having a party with some of their colleagues from work. I couldn't think of a worse way to spend my evening. I needed to get out of the house. So I grabbed my jacket and runners and snuck out the door in the car park. I walked out to the backyard which was about 10 acres and started down the man made path. I could hear the wolves up on the hills about a 5 minutes away and a shiver went down my spine. The wind started to howl and I wished I'd brought my heavier jacket. My fall coat was just going to have to do.
I debated heading back to the house when a heard a sound like a gunshot coming from nearby hills. No one should be on our property, especially at this hour. As I approached I started to hear voices. It sounded like two men, probably early thirties and they were arguing.
"Moony I think you got the address wrong because I don't see a house!" one of the men said. Their voices started getting closer.
" Padfoot I know this is the place because we went over the plan with the Order before we left." said the other man in a much calmer voice. By now there was no way I could escape unnoticed so I climbed up a tree and had to think of a plan and fast. When the men came into the clearing I was hiding in they stopped. Figures.
"Moony we need a real plan. We can't just walk into a muggle house and say 'Hi we're here to take your seventeen year old daughter away to save the wizard and muggle world?" said one of them. I was in so much shock I almost fell out of the tree I was hiding in. They were talking nonsense. They must be crazy.
"Well Padfoot we could try and say that we're..." the other man sounded like he was the same age but looked much older. He never got to finish his sentence because I sneezed and they pulled out sticks of wood and started pointing them in different directions.
"Who's there?" questioned the older looking one with the light brown hair. I had to think fast so I grabbed a branch and I threw it when they weren't looking to the other side of the clearing. It made enough noise for them to look the other way, just long enough for me to get down and start running. Next thing I know streams of light are flying my way. How are were they doing that? So I ran in between trees and bushes so they couldn't get a shot on me. I soon figured that I would start to wear out and had to get back. So it took all my remaining energy and sped up. I could hear them gaining on me.
One of the men said,
" Padfoot you might want to turn so we can catch her." What the hell did "turn" mean? Shortly after I heard the sound of paws behind me and I turned my head and screamed. There behind me was a large ,scruffy black dog chasing me and the other man was running way faster than any other man I had ever seen. My curls were starting to get in my face and I caught myself wishing I'd cut it short when I'd had the chance. I should've tied it up when my mother asked me too. Just as I thought I would pass out I saw the mansion. With new amounts of adrenaline I just kept running. I could feel mud fly up on my new dress. Great. When I got to the back of the house I saw the baseball bat that I left there the other day. Perfect. When the dog caught up with me he turned back into the handsome black haired man I saw in the clearing. Taking hold of the opportunity that they were split up I turned around and punched him in the nose before he had a chance to grab me. Knocked out cold, I grabbed the baseball bat because somehow I knew that the other man would be harder to take out and I was right. When the other man caught up and saw his partner laying on the ground. He turned to me and said,
" Not many can take out Sirius Black. Blair Tate I presume ." I stared at him with the baseball bat behind my back and took a step closer. I took a breath and whacked him over the head. Wait what did he say the man's name was? Holy Crap. I must be dreaming because there is no way that a fictional character from my favorite book series is laying knocked out in front of me. Just to make sure that I made it up. I checked the men for weapons. Sure enough, there were wands in their pockets. Carefully taking them out of their pockets I had to lean against the garage wall for support. Then the black haired man sat up and said,
"Where am I?"