A/N: Everyone who read fanfiction should know about the term "fanfiction" which means that the writer (I) don't own anything.
This story will have kind-of-a-plot, with other words will it be two introducing chapters and then a couple of drabbles and an epilog (or something like that). It may sound weird, but you'll see, and maybe understand, later. I started writ a story, but coulden't come up with a good plot. Then it become drabbles and now it is a mess...
I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!
The clouds started to pile up in the sky, and it would probably start to rain soon. It was in the middle of April but the air was still cold between London's buildings.
A girl swayed in the park while her mother sat on a bench nearby and read a book. The girl couldn't be more than six years old. She had her dark brown hair in two ponytails and her blue eyes sparkled when she swooshed away on the swing. She had always wanted to fly a broom but since she and her parents lived in the city the risks of anyone seeing them way to big. To swing was the closest she could come to flying and it had become her favorite play to pretend she was flying on a racing-broom.
"Dorcas, come here." Her mum beckoned to her. She slowed down and put her feet on the ground so that there were long trails behind her and dust whirled up from the gravel. Her mum had put the book in her bag.
"Come on, let's go home." She looked over to the other side of the park with worry in her eyes but turned to Dorcas again.
"But mum, I'm not done playing!"
"Dorcas stop…" she started but a sharp voice interrupted.
"Nanette Fincher." Two women had walked up to them. Behind the ladies stood also five children. They all wore typical wizarding clothes unlike themselves.
Nanette and her husband Ian Meadowes only wore robes when they socialized with other wizards, were in Diagon Alley or similar. After all, they lived in a muggle neighborhood and it was only unnecessary to attract attention.
The children were three girls, all of them was older then Dorcas, and two boys in her age. The two eldest girls both had dark wavy hair. They were a lot alike but one of them was a bit taller and had a malicious smile on her lips. The youngest girl had blond hair and pulled on one of the ladies skirts. She whined that she was freezing but the woman just waved away her hand.
The boys had black hair with gray, silver eyes. On the outside they very similar but Dorcas noticed significant differences. One of them was more self-confidence and outspoken because he stared at her with curiosity with a mischievous smile. The other boy mostly looked down at the ground.
"Druella Black. Walburga Black." Nanette greeted, just as frosty, back. "You know I'm married now. My name is Meadowes."
Dorcas had never heard her mum this cold or tense before. It scared her. Her mum was always so calm and did very seldom get angry. "We can fix this, nothing to worry about" she always said, even when Dorcas had accidently broken aunt's precious bowl.
Now she stood straight behind Dorcas, with her hands lying protectively on her daughters shoulders.
"I can see your kid doesn't listen to what you're saying" smirked Lucretia, like she was talking about a dog and ignored the last comment. She watched Dorcas with sharp eyes.
"That's how it goes when you marry a mudblood. Halfblood without discipline! And you who had acceptable blood otherwise, Fincher" Walburga continued.
"As I told you, my name is Meadowes and it is not a mudblood or halfblood you're talking about. They are my husband and daughter."
"If that's how you want it… come on children. I don't want you to associate with dirty halfblood-kids. Too bad they have plagued the air. Maybe you could have played outside otherwise." The Black ladies continued their walk through the park. The girls and a boy followed. The shorter of the dark haired girls rolled her eyes but there were not any other protests.
Only the self confident boy remained, but his smile was gone and instead did he look at Dorcas and her mum like he was in deep thoughts.
After some time Walburga hissed "Sirius, we're going now!"
He jumped at the voice as if he had wakened up from a dream. After he had thrown Dorcas a last glance he ran after the other. When he was also out of sight Nanette let out her breath.
"Shall we go home now, Dorcas?" Suddenly she sounded very tired.
Dorcas only nodded.
A/N: The caracter "Dorcas Meadowes" is canon for you who don't know it. She's mentioned one time, in the pictur from the fifth book Harry gets from Mad-Eye Moody. She stands next to Sirius (and yes, that's why I ship them).
Next chapter will be more about Sirius and they actually talk, so please read that too even if you thought this was boring. I'll will have it up as soon I can (it depends on my Beta).
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