The carraige pulled up outside the enourmous mansion-like house. Green eyes glared coldly at the tall, dark building with distasteful eyes. Sirius hate for this house grew stronger every year. He'd been coming here more often as the years passed. He disliked everything about it, from it's drab curtains, to the people in it. He opened the door.
"Move." Sirius was shoved to the side of the doorway by his controlling brother Regulus, who, he had lost all contact with except the fact that he had to share a bedroom with him. Regulus wasn't to be messed with now, anyway. Even though Sirius was two years older, he still felt threatened in his presence.
The house was grand but dreary. Just like every year. Sirius' aunt and uncle hadn't bothered with colourful objects for as long as he could remember. No improvement on his own, practically identical house.
He walked down the hallway. The floorboards creaked beneath him. That's when the high pitched shrieking began. It broke the dim silence of the house, but at the same time pierced Sirius' ear-drums with the volume. A thrundering came from the stairs as a small child with short, brown hair came stampeding into the hallway and smashing face-first into Sirius' feet.
She looked up from her dramatic collision with her cousin's leg.
"Hello Narcissa." Said Sirius, trying to contain the laughter. Narcissa didn't reply, she stood up and brushed the dust from her dress, her head held high. How poisioned her mind was already, thought Sirius. It was the same every year...
"What were you running from?" He asked, still smirking. Narcissa seemed disgusted to actually look at her cousin let alone talk to him.
"If you must know," She said, "My idiot of a sister was teasing me..."
"Oh, now don't say that, you make me sound like some sort of monster." Said a low voice. Sirius shuddered. He hated Bellatrix. Everything she did was so purely spiteful.
A 14 year old girl hung from the banisters like a bat, her long, black hair twined over her face like devil's snare. Her green eyes shot threw Sirius' spirit like a knife.
"Narcissa wanted me to play with her, didn't you, Cissa?" Narcissa looked disgusted. "Oh, you pig!" She muttered, and stormed into the darkness of the enourmous kitchen.
Bellatrix looked at Sirius. "You haven't changed then," She said with the deepest disconcern, and slunk off into the black room behind her. Sirius groaned. Andromeda had better turn up soon.