Winter Eyes
Summary: The Weird Sisters have been a hit lately. But no one knows who writes their new surprisingly Dark songs.
Just a one-shot for a bit of fun. And no, this isn't going to be tied into some bigger story. It's just for fun.
I don't own anything except this plot.
I stared into those cold, black, winter eyes
And I saw your undying love for me
I will be yours forever
Even if I have to follow you
To Hell and Back Again
"Man that's a great song!" yelled out Harry while he, his girlfriend Tonks, Hermione and Ron listened to the radio in Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"The Weird Sisters have been doing great lately Harry." commented Hermione before Ron said, "But their songs are getting way too dark for my tastes. Who writes their stuff?"
"Who cares? They've become more famous than they were in '96." commented Sirius as he walked in the room.
But the truth was, he did indeed know who wrote their new songs. He'd vouched for them, had even given them a home. But they preferred to remain anonymous to the public.
Besides, it'd been a year since the Dark Lord fell. It was time to be happy.
Later on that day, in the Basement of The Hog's Head
Sirius knocked on the door three times and walked in. He saw the two song writers and the famous band sitting together, having tea and discussing what the band wanted to do for their next song. The two song-writers in question were wearing pitch black robes.
"Started without me, did you?" he asked as he took a seat and looked into the cold, winter eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Yes we did, dear cousin. Me and my Husband thank you kindly for vouching for us, but it really isn't nesscarry for you to come to all of our meetings." replied Bellatrix, staring back into her cousin's eyes.
"Oh come now ma cher. He's the reason we're alive and not in prison. Now, as we were saying, does the band have any new ideas for upcoming songs?" asked Rodolphus, placing a calming hand on his wife's shoulder.
So, what do you think?