Prologue 2: Sirius P. Black

Sirius smiled at a girl sitting further down the compartment, who was stairing at him. He was riding the muggle underground throughout London. He had nowhere specific to go, just trying to get away from the hell hole he had to live in.

"This is the last summer I ever spend at that house," he thought to himself. He noticed that the girl was still staring at him. She was rather good looking.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Sirius asked, smiling at her again.

"No, I'm afraid not," she responded.

"Well that's just something we'll have to fix. Sirius," he said, extending his hand.

"I'm Danielle," she responded, excited to have this incredible looking boy talking to her.

Sirius was a little under six feet tall. He had curly black hair that fell all round his face, curling over his ears. He had cold, grey eyes, eyes that seemed to hide something from her. He had a prominent Adam's Apple and a muscular neck. His frame was muscular as well, his teeth were shining white and perfectly aligned. He had a square jaw and a straight nose. She could see the beginnings of a beard on his chin, he hadn't shaved since yesterday morning. He smiled at her again and she felt weak at the knees. He produced a lighter and a cigarette, seemingly from nowhere.

"You smoke?" he inquired.

"Yeah, thanks," she responded. The train stopped and she got up to leave.

"Hey, this is my stop too. What are the chances? How about we go out into the night together, babe?" Sirius suggested with a twinkle in his eye. She smiled and he took her hand

By the end of the night he had shagged her and returned to 12 Grimmauld Place.