CHAPTER 1
A girl stood outside of number 4 Privet Drive. She stood at 5"6, and had wild dark waist length hair. She had a heart-shaped face, and, almost black, dangerous eyes. She wore traditional 'muggle' clothing, though it was worn and old, making her look out of place in the high standard houses of Privet Drive. She displayed a look of confidence, though if you looked carefully you would notice her fear and nervousness for her forthcoming actions.
Several times she had considered making a move, proceeding towards the house. Each time, though, she had bottled out. Her usual confidence just flew from her at the reality of meeting the closest person to the one she desired to meet.
It had taken years of 'wizard research' to achieve this much. She had stolen and composed basic potions and wandless spells to find out the truth. Despite not going to wizard schools she had heard so much about, she thought herself as an adequate witch. Some would regard it as a selfish task, though it was something she had to do. A self-preserved goal.
She knocked lightly on the door, for seconds hoping so much that they weren't in. But her worst fears were confirmed when a tall, skinny, intimidating woman answered the door. She glared right through me, and pulled her face into a snobbish pout.
"Yes?" She asked, obviously uninterested, continuing to stare in a disgusted sense.
"Is Harry Potter here?" She asked, rushed. This time the woman sighed, and revolved around, only to shout towards the stairs, "Boy!" She shrieked. The girl highly doubted that he would answer to that, in spite of the mistreatment she had witnessed.
To her surprise, she saw a teenage boy practically run down the stairs. He glanced at the girl that stood before him, and his previously excited face turned to disappointment and slight confusion. He was very tall, skinny, dark haired and wore round glasses. His signature scar stood out on his forehead, partially covered by his dark shaggy hair.
"She's here for me?" He asked the woman, who was now walking swiftly away from the doorway.
"Yes. I shall expect she's one of your school friends?" The woman said harshly, though she had walked away before the boy could question her more.
"Harry Potter?" She asked to check. He nodded.
"Are you from school? From Hogwarts?" She knew what he was getting at.
"I don't go to school." She said bluntly, "I think we need to talk. Can I come inside?" However the mysterious girl had walked past Harry before he could answer. She had reached the top of the stairs when she pointed to Harry's room, "Your room?" She confirmed. Harry nodded helplessly. They both sat in the room in silence for a few minutes, Harry looking at his owl, distracted, and the girl just stared at the floor in her train of thought.
"Are you-?" Harry began.
"I'm a witch, yes." The girl answered plainly.
Confused Harry stared at the girl expectantly. When she didn't answer he spoke, "But you-?"
"I don't go to school, no. I've taught myself. I've had no choice." Harry chose not to question further.
The girl took in a deep breath, "Harry Potter. I've heard a lot about you. Not the usual way, of course." Harry was beyond confused at this point. Her simple and short answers only led to more questions. "I've been watching you a while. You may be reluctant to answer, I realise, but you're the closest connection I have to the person I wish to seek. This may be a mistake, I knew that from the start. You could easily tell this person. But whenever I…asked" Harry noticed the uneasy pause when she answered, "People of this wizard I seek, your name always seemed to crop up." The girls eyes, looked up to meet Harry's gaze.
"Another reason I wanted to meet you instead the person who I originally intended to find was not due to this persons bad reputation. That bothered me in no way. It was only down to difficulties in finding this person. You are probably seething with curiosity at wanting to know who this person is. And probably who I am. I apologise, through all this I have forgotten to mention who I am."
The girl looked down. This was it for the girl. This would inevitably answer both of his questions instantaneously. Her head raised slowly again, "My name is Elizabeth Black. And I want to seek my father, Sirius Black."