Ms. Jones of Number 10, Grimmauld Place, was looking out her window. Insomnia had hit her again, and at the moment she was single, so she had nothing to get her to sleep. Normally she listened to music, but she had recently gotten a roommate who had expressed concern about it.

It was July 14, 1998, just a couple months after the extremely mysterious actions of the first almost half of the year and the last five or so months of the past year. Also, the period of time where excessive amounts of people had stood watching the gap between 11 and 13, Grimmauld Place had passed without explanation. It was a curious time.

She knew a crazy amount of people who had died without explanation, sending most of London into panic. She herself had taken one extremely large shopping trip and then hid in her own house for months.

So she was curious, as always, when the man who ran past every day came and went. He was wearing the same robe type style that Luke Skywalker was in for the majority of the Star Wars movie that had come out a decade and a half ago, The Return of the Jedi. She had been a kid, and therefore seen it an excessive amount. She still remembered most of the details. He had tight black robe-like things on, though they could be another dark color, as he always passed at night. His face was always hidden in shadow, but he was always looking everywhere, his head was constantly looking around, as if he had to be observant at all times. She guessed he was a criminal, a cop, or in the army. He showed all the traits of all of them. But why would a criminal go running at night? This ruled out that.

He always seemed to appear out of nowhere, just one time he was there and others he wasn't. She wondered if it was a trick of the light, but he always seemed to appear from two houses down, pretty much where number 13 was. Curious.