You thought it was over...you thought just because my muse left me, I was going to end my writings...you thought you would never again hear about Reagan...or Sirius...well....YOU THOUGHT WRONG!
Now, ladies and gentlemen(if there are any) I present to you, a very special sneak peek of the sequel to Hidden Friendships!
Chapter One-Looking for Someone....
The girl walked slowly down the street, her sneakers squeaking against the wet sidewalk. Her eyes were itching with tiredness, but there was no way she could sleep now. Not now that she was so close. She could feel it. Without even looking at the map the security guard had drawn for her, she turned down one street, just following her instincts.
On a dark, secluded street, she spotted a small bench and set her suitcase down. She straightened her black leather jacket and sat down next to her suitcase. She sighed. It had taken her three days to get here, and there was no way she was going back. Stephanie and Rob had tried to keep her from here, practically begged her to stay, but she had to know. She had to know why they'd done what they'd done to her.
The girl pushed a few unruly strands of kaleidoscopic hair out of her eyes, and stood up. She picked up her suitcase, almost buckling under its weight, and started off again. She glanced to the left of her and stared at the ramshackle house there. She studied the address for a moment, then kept walking. Watching every house, she sped up, knowing she was getting closer and closer to her goal.
She stopped suddenly in the space between numbers eleven and thirteen. "Where's twelve?" She said aloud to herself, her cry echoing down the deserted street. The girl set her suitcase down on the sidewalk and sat on it. "I've come all this way, and the place doesn't even exist!" She thought to herself, just as someone walked out from the space in between eleven and thirteen.
A short, plump woman with red hair walked slowly toward the sidewalk. She was talking to someone behind her, and when the girl looked harder into the darkness, she saw two red-haired boys following the woman. The girl stood as the three approached the sidewalk, and cleared her throat, so as to let them know she was there.
They all spun their heads toward her suddenly, and stopped speaking. They eyed her with surprise and suspicion. "Uh, i'm sorry, but could you help me?" The girl said, in a polite tone. She went on quickly before they could stop her by walking away. "I'm looking for someone-" The girl stopped, distracted by someone else walking from between the two houses. He looked young, but gray streaks sneaked through his hair, and small creases were evident on his face, even in the dark. The man walked up to the group standing on the sidewalk.
"Molly?" He said, glancing from the woman to the girl. "Who is this?" He asked. Molly, the red-haired woman shrugged, and said, "She was just about to tell me." The girl moved closer to the man, and cut in, "My name's Faye Chambers and I'm looking for someone..." The man looked over at the girl, Faye, and drew in a quick breath. His eyes roamed over her face, then paused for a long moment on her hair and small tears formed in the creases of his eyes. He didn't speak, and Faye was starting to get a little annoyed, wondering why the man was looking at her like that.
"Look, i'm looking for number twelve, if you can help me..." Faye started, and the man looked startled by the way she spoke, in a demanding voice. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I can help you find number twelve. It's right this way." The man said, and made a reach for her suitcase. Faye picked it up before he could, and waited for him to lead the way. He turned around and stopped between the space he'd appeared from.
Faye wondered what he was doing, but stopped the thought once she saw a house materializing from between the space. She almost gasped, but she controlled it. The man walked towards the house, opened the door, and led Faye inside. The hallway they'd moved into was dark, and Faye could hear, rather than see, the red-haired group from outside following them in. Faye kept close to the man as he led her down a flight of stairs, through another hallway, and into a kitchen.
The man motioned for her to sit at the long table, and Faye gratefully took the seat, sick of standing and walking. The man settled across from her, and the red haired woman, Molly, started making tea, stealing confused glances Faye's way. The two red haired boys, who Faye could now see were twins, leaned against a scrubbed counter.
Once the tea had been set down in front of Faye, she brought her eyes up to the man's face. He was looking at her thoughtfully, the small tears still in his eyes. "I'm Remus Lupin." He said, "And I think I know why you're here." Faye looked a little surprised, but she let her usual sarcastic mouth cover it. "Oh yeah? Are you a seer or something?" She said, raising an eyebrow at Lupin. Surprising her once more, the man laughed loudly.
"You are a perfect picture of your mother." He said, and Faye drew in a breath. "You knew my mother?" She whispered. Lupin smiled again. "Of course. I knew your father as well." Faye was now hanging onto Lupin's every word, afraid that if she spoke, he'd stop. "Your father was one of my best friends," He said, waving a hand in the air. "I assume you know your father's name, seeing as you are here, at his home." Faye nodded, then spoke the name she'd said in her sleep every night since she'd found it. "Sirius Black."
