A/N: Alrighty then! I thought I would try my hand at another Harry Potter fic. Coming up with it as I go along. Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter. Only the characters of my creation. Please read the note below as well... you know I would love any feedback!
Chapter 1
Riding a train is an odd experience. I guess, if you're used to it, or often ride a subway, it's no big deal. For me, it is a big deal. Growing up in the heart of Texas, I was getting around by pickup truck. Now, being in a train for the first time, it's terrifying. The monotonous ticking sound as we rattle along the tracks is giving me a rapid headache, and as hard as I try to sit still, my body sways from side to side as we turn.
I clutch my little black knapsack to my chest, listening to slight rustle of papers inside. I open it up, and pull out a wad of photos and parchment. On top, are eleven letters in neat little envelopes, all addressed to the same person. They've never been sent. Hopefully, I will soon be able to deliver them to their rightful owner. Underneath the letters is an old photo. It's edges are worn and frayed, and the color is beginning to fade. I look at it, it's image ingrained in my memory from all the times I've looked at it: a pair of children. Very young, maybe ten months old. They sit next to each other on the carpeted floor of what appears to be a living room. They are almost identical: the jet black hair that falls in every direction; the wide, green eyes that are startlingly bright. The two toddlers smile at the camera, one girl and one boy. I smile back at the photo, feeling the same rush of warmth in my stomach that always comes when I look at it. From under the photo I pull the last piece of paper in the stack. It is a single sheet of parchment, covered in scrawling black ink. Written on that page is every bit of information that has led me to where I am now. This train. In England. On my way to King's Cross Station.
Delicately folding up the stack of parchment, I tuck it away in my bag. I look out the window at the rapidly disappearing trees and hills, landmarks that are turning into industrial buildings, wondering what's waiting for me in this new world I'm entering.
*** At King's Cross Station ***
I step off the train with my large blue suitcase in one hand, my knapsack on my back, and the letter holding all of my information in the other hand. I walk away from the train, spinning in circles looking for the waiting room in which I am supposed to meet him. He described himself as average height, long and dark hair, with grey eyes. He said he knew what to expect in my looks, and that he would most likely find me first.
I reach the waiting room and step into it. There is someone inside. Or rather, something. A large black dog sits in the corner, panting. My hand drops away from the door, and it swings closed behind me. I glance around, expecting to see an owner somewhere. But the dog is the only thing in the room. It suddenly stops panting and just looks at me, perfectly still. It pads forward until it is a mere few feet in front of me. I look into it's eyes, and see something... Almost human, in it's gaze. And just as my mind starts racing and I wonder what I'm doing here, staring at a dog, something crazy happens. The dog stands up. Not like a dog standing on it's hind legs, though. It completely stands up, and turns into a man. A man of average height, with long and dark hair, and grey eyes. He extends a hand towards me.
"I expect you're Jessie. I'm Sirius. Sirius Black."
A/N: Okay guys, I know the first chapter was a bit short, but I thought this was a good cliffhanger. Will try to get another chapter up later. More dish on Jessie! Please review! Thanks, Neen