Title: "A Perfect Entrance"

Summary: Mrs. Black has been waiting for 13 years to make her perfect entrance.

Characters: Mrs. Black's portrait, mentions of Tonks, Andromeda, Sirius, Remus.

Rating: PG – PG-13

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns anything you recognize.

A/N: Originally written for hp100, for the challenge "Number 12, Grimmauld Place", but ended up being 306 words more than what it should've been! So its home is now here. Un-betaed.

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I am waiting for the chance to make my perfect entrance. To see shocked faces and throw offensive insults.

I must wait, though, to make my perfect entrance.

I am stuck behind a pair of curtains. Coloured black, they were elegant once. They have gotten shabby over the years. They are closed now. Once, they were open. Once, though, there were people living in the house. Now there is only our old house elf.

The curtains are ingenious. They are charmed so that I can hear everything that goes on beyond them, and so I can open the curtains when need be.

This is useful in making a dramatic entrance.

I hear the troll's foot crash to the ground.

Well. It's been a while since there have been people in the house.

"Tonks! Look at…"

I block out the rest of the sentence. My mind is focused on that name the man said. Tonks, Tonks, Tonks. Where have I heard it before?

Ah! Now I remember. That filthy mudblood Andromeda married. This 'Tonks' must be her dirty-blooded daughter. Nymphadora, I think her name is. Filthy blooded creature.

I gather my thoughts together, and prepare myself. They'll never know what hit them.

The curtains fling back, as if possessed.

I see their shocked faces. There are people I recognise…but I do not bother. I launch straight into my tirade, screeching. "FLITH! HOW DARE YOU COME INTO THIS HOUSE AND BEFOUL IT WITH YOUR TRAITOROUS BLOOD!"

I spot someone then that I do recognise, that I do want to bother with.

"YOU! SHAME OF MY FLESH! BLOOD TRAITOR! HOW DARE YOU COME BACK INTO THE HOUSE THAT YOU BETRAYED!"

My traitorous son's face storms over. "SHUT-UP!" he yells at me, "SHUT-UP, YOU OLD HAG!" Ah. He does not want to be here.

I see that he & his old friend, the filthy half-blood werewolf, start toward the curtains. I know that my time is up. I screech out a few more insults as the curtains are slowly pulled closed. Every inch they are pulled closer together quiets me a little bit more each time, until they are completely closed together and I am completely silent.

I sit back and smirk. I had waited 13 years for that moment. They had no idea I was there. They will be cautious, now, around the entrance hall, for fear of 'waking' me. Exactly how it should be.

A perfect entrance indeed.

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