Summary: Risen again, Lord Voldemort sends his assassin, Adrienne, to capture Sirius Black: dead or alive. What he is not planning on however, is for the two to fall in love... Uh oh.

Disclaimer: Sirius, Harry, and the rest belong to J.K Rowling. I am only borrowing them for my own twisted entertainment. *grins evilly* Heheheh.....

A/N: I typed this part up in 15 minutes so hopefully its not as bad as I think it is! This is a story that is a bit angsty, with tons of action and of course good ol' romance stuffed into it! (hey, anything to get out of bloody schoolwork!)BR
This chapter is a bit short since its a prologue. Hopefully I get some reviews! *looks at readers and smiles sweetly* Hint. Hint. Hint.






~The Black Rose~
Prologue:
The Servant's Task




The night was an ominous shade of black; dark clouds splotching across the skyline like black paint running across a navy canvas. Blending into the quiet night, two cloaked figures emerged from behind a large gravestone. The graveyard sat just outside of the town of Hogsmede, on top of a sloping hill. Lights from the wizard village could be seen twinkling merrily in spite of the new evils lurking on its outskirts. Dark and silent, the two figures prowled across the grass. Voices raised in an argument could be heard lifting into the air.



" Master," spoke a female voice from under a blood red cloak. "You cannot go through with this plan! It is too dangerous... Sirius is skilled enough to kill even the strongest wizard... He escaped Azkaban, remember?"


"Silence! Or must I give you a dose of pain to show you the meaning of the word?" Hissed a serpent like voice that sent chills down the woman's spine.


"No, m'lord! I was... I was only worried about your health!" She exclaimed, her tone fearful.
"Liar." The man breathed venomously, raising his wand threateningly. His curse pierced the night. "Crucio!"


The red cloaked woman screamed in unbelievable pain and collapsed onto the ground, shaking violently. The man stalked over to her, kicked her over angrily with his foot, and gripped her neck tightly with a bony hand.


"That is where you come in," He said, ignoring her yelps of pain. "You will bring Sirius to me before the next full moon. Otherwise, the rest of your pathetic mudblood family will see their end!"


Tears streaked down her face, concealed by her hood. "Ye- Yes... M'lord."


The man glared at her venomously. "Silence, fool!" He yelled again. "Black is something I cannot have blundering around, forever protecting that wretched boy! You had better not defy me again, Adrienne!" Her master said, squeezing her neck harder.


"I won't! I won't!" She gasped, choked by the cold, merciless hands.


"Who is your master?" The man questioned, his voice dangerously low.


Shuddering, Adrienne replied.


"Lord Voldemort. And I serve only him."


"Good..." Lord Voldemort hissed, smiling wickedly. This time, his plan would go through. And instead of murdering James and Lily Potter, their Secret-Keeper would be the one die....