The windows of No. 4 Privet Drive were tightly shut, and dark just as they always were when she passed by. The girl in the black leather jacket paused as she always did and contemplated the silent house slowly. A strand of red hair escaped from her hood and roamed wildly over her face. The girl cursed being the only one in her family with red hair. Her slanted catlike green eyes saw everything, from rubbish bins to hedges and she looked elegant and mysterious in the mist. She didn't look like a typical beauty with blonde hair, blue eyes and creamy skin or black hair and a coffee completion. The girl had red hair like flames, orange and yellow intertwined with the red. Her eyes spread across a range of green and were flecked with gold. Her skin was olive and some would say she looked like a porcelain doll, but the sword at her hip and the toughness of her look counteracted this. She had high cheekbones and slanted eyes, making her look Asian but for the colour of her eyes and hair.
She batted at the hair and returned to her contemplation. The sword at her hip glowed slightly the only light in the darkness. This didn't bother her; she didn't need much light to see. The rain that had been hungrily waiting to fall began to at long last but strangely enough, none seemed to hit her. She stepped off the sidewalk as if to cross the road, then thought better of it and stepped back. No light spun from the streetlights, there were no pools of light streaming from windows. She was safe, as long as she wasn't seen.
She had come here every summer night for six years now, ever since she was ten. She knew this street was one of her own and it was hers to walk. A cat, prowling on the cool sidewalk, was serenely investigating its territory. It walked up to her and butted its head on her legs, demanding attention. She smiled and scratched its ears and it wriggled in delight. It began to purr softly and almost grin. Another cat appeared and twined around her legs. She patted it as well. The two cats purred contentedly and the girl moved on, one of them following in her footsteps.