Ok, I was honestly going to finish at least one of my other stories off before I started this, but I'm suffering from writers block in my other stories (especially in A Gambit's Kin, sorry Jinxeh) and I realised that the new book is out in 23 days, so I have to put this up now. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in the books, including Sirius Black (dang it), I only own the woman with the newspaper.
The woman with tangled long black hair and slightly sunken dark eyes looked dismally through the driving rain at the houses of Grimwauld Place. She sighed and reached into the folds of the tattered black robes that hung limply off her starved figure and pulled out a newspaper article some two years old. Flattening out the creases of the yellowed paper, she regarded the face of the escaped man sadly before putting it back into her robes and instead pulling out a wand. She muttered something, which was lost with a crack of thunder and, with a crack like a bullwhip, she disappeared from the street.
A startled cat ran out from the cover of a car and into the rain, skirting round a large puddle where the woman had stood seconds before. A curtain twitched, no doubt seeking the source of the 'back-firing' car in the dark, before everything fell still again.
After several moments, a young woman with bubble gum pink hair appeared with the same bullwhip sound as the other had disappeared with. She stood still for a moment and a door emerged out of nowhere, followed by dirty walls and grimy windows, until a whole house had appeared between number 11 and number 13, pushing the other houses away to create itself some room. With a small smile, the woman strode up to the door of the newly appeared Number 12 and tapped the door once with her own wand. After a series of loud clicks and the clatter of a chain the door creaked open and the woman entered the house. The house disappearing again behind her.
Okay, it's very short. I'm sorry! The next few chapters are longer, I promise! Tell me what you think!