Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Sykes. He is my own creation. So please reveiw and give suggestions
Chapter I
It had been almost fifteen years, since she had last seen him. It had been one night of passion and reckless abandons. They had both been drunk and it had happened so quickly. She didn't regret it, because the most wonderful thing had arrived eight months later. It had been a premature birth and she had almost lost him. He was a beautiful baby; a head full of jet black hair, which he had never lost to this day, ebony black eyes, that seemed to hold her most guarded secret. He had a fair complexion, which hadn't changed. He hadn't been an angry baby, but he wasn't a haay baby either. He didn't cry or whine, but he didn't smile or laugh. But he did smirk and he could glare at a month old.
Her adorable baby boy had grown into the lanky teenager who sat beside her, fuming silently. He wore dark blue jeans, a grey T-shirt, a black and green jacket, and brand new black converses. His hair was cut short and slightly spiked; but if he grew it out itwavy and grew backaway from his face.His majestic ebony eyes were hidden behind dark thin rimmed sunglasses. He hadn't said word since they had left Londen.
"You can't be mad at me forever, Sykes." she muttered, not taking her eyes off the road. He mumbled something and she knew he had rolled his eyes.
"I can try." he snapped, his arms crossed in front of his chest. She took a deep breath as she turned down a side road, canopyed by trees.
"You like it here, I promise." she chimed, hoping to put him in a better mood.
"Doubt it." was all that came as a reply. She rolled her eyes and pulled into the driveway of a two story house. A man was waiting for them. He had unruly black hair and wore round wide brimmed glasses.
"Hermione!" he shouted, as she got out. She smiled and ran to hug him.
"Oh, Harry. It's so good to see you." she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck.