A/N: This story is the product of a really weird idea that came to me during an IM session. So are the next few I plan on putting up.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Potters, Weasleys, Grangers, or Blacks.
First Impressions
I walked down the stairs in my summer pajamas; short shorts and a tank top. Mum and Dad were both out working, and Ron and Harry were staying at Hermione's for the summer. Dumbledore agreed to let them if Bill and Dad would go out there and set up some small wards first, just in case, and get them on Floo for the summer. So I got almost three whole months of a house to myself, as an only child.
I fixed myself an omelet for breakfast and perched on a stool to eat from the counter. I don't like sitting at empty tables. I was about halfway done when I heard some odd noises coming from the living room. And then they started getting closer. I pulled my wand out (I sleep with it tucked under my shirt since the Riddle incident, so I'm always prepared, and held it in my left hand, continuing to eat rather nervously with my right.
The sounds kept getting closer, and began to be distinguishable as footsteps. I planned what to do, but as the footsteps entered the kitchen door directly behind me all foresight escaped me. I pointed my wand back over my shoulder and shouted the first thing that came to mind. "Expelliarmus! Impedimenta!"
"Ach, my eye!"
I fell off the stool, startled. That hadn't made any sense. "Sorry, really." I finally turned and got a good look at my victim.
"AAAAGH! HELP! Sirius Black! He's in my house! Help!"
"Expelliarmus!" He exclaimed back at me, and my wand was yanked immediately from my hand. I started screaming even louder, and he pulled me up and locked my arms behind my back with one hand while using the other one to cover my mouth. I tried to kick him with one leg, balancing on the other, and attempted to bite him. Somehow he managed to get his wand out through this struggle, and get it pointed to my throat.
"Quietus." He removed the hand from my mouth and used it to scoop me up under my knees. I kept trying to scream, but it only came out as a small squeak. My legs were kicking, but I had forgotten his wand was still in his hand. "Sorry about this, stupefy." I suppose that's when I blacked out.