Disclaimer: Well, if I owned Harry Potter, I'd be out making Snape dance around in a pink tutu, woudn't I?

Well, first HP story, hope you like it. Though you probably won't. But then if you don't think you'll like it, why are you reading it? Okies, I'm confusing myself now. I really don't have this thing planned out, so the updates will most probably be infrequent. Sorry 'bout that. And the chapters will most likely be short, too. Sorry 'bout that.

Chapter One

The day had started just the same as every other day for Evan Gryffin Black. He got up, and went to work. He was a police officer, and some folk, some very strange folk(even though they're not playing a major role in this story) call him what is very close to what they call an "auror."

"Mornin' Black," another officer greeted him.

"Morning, Jones." Evan replied. He was about to walk to his desk, when Jones called back to him. "The boss wants to see you." Evan nodded, showing he heard him, and headed to the chief's office. He knocked on the door and he heard a voice say, "Come in."

Evan opened the door and came in. "You wanted me, Sir?" he questioned his superior. "You have a new assignment, Black. This is a simple mission. You're being assigned to protect a wealthy woman. Understand?" Evan looked back and said, "Yes Sir!"

He left the office. He didnt look through his information file of the person he was was going to protect yet, as he had tones of paperwork to do due to his earlier capture of his parents' old friend, Peter Pettigrew. Evan sighed. He hated paperwork. And I mean he hated it. Everytime he had a lot, he was tempted to just say, "Aw screw this!" and throw all the papers into an incenerator. Well, he thought, might as well get this over with.

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Evan had finally finished his work, and was now driving home with the folder on the dashboard of his car. He was planning on reading it before he went to bed. It was pretty straight forward. Get the info on the woman he was protecting, sleep, and then go meet her the next day. He'd be a bodyguard for as long a time as necessary, and then eventually catch the guy threatening her, and then get on with his life. Nice plan that covered everything, right? But, plans never go according to plan.

He got home and checked his mail. A letter from his godfather, Sirius, and some bills. He skimmed though the bills, not really paying attention, and then dropped then on the table where he could have a better look at them later. He then opened Sirius' letter.

Dear Evan,

Merlin, I swear, I'll never get used to calling you that. I still don't understand why you had to change your name, but I'll always be behind you one hundred percent.

So, how are you doing these days, Evan? Being a police officer suit you? I just wanted to congratulate you especially on that capture of Pettigrew. Heh.

I hope you're well,

Sirius

Evan chuckled. Typical Sirius. True, he had changed his name right after he graduated from high school, but he had his reasons. Nothing to be worried about. So he made himself some dinner, not worrying about much. He showered and then decided to read his information before he went to sleep.

He took the file and opened it. After he read the first four words, he stopped and dropped the paper. He just stood there for ten minutes. Then, he picked it up and put it on his desk, and attempted to go to sleep. On the desk, the information had been sitting there quietly. Near the top, read:

Name: Ginevra Molly Weasley.

Hey, I told you it'd be short! Well, please review. I can't stop you, but I ask, please, no flames. Review! Okay, only 650 something words, but oh well.