Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns all characters except Kat Black and her mother. I worship her and would not dare to steal anything so please don't sue me for the whole sixty cents I have.
Two weeks after Sirius Black's funeral, on a cold stormy day, there was a knock on the front door of Number Four Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley opened it to find a young girl in a gray school uniform standing on the step. "Well, hello, can I help you?" he asked kindly thinking that the pretty young girl surely had come to call on his son Dudley who was a self-proclaimed lady's man. "Excuse me, sir," Vernon had heard an accent like hers while on business in New York City in the States, "I'm looking for a Mr. Harry Potter." Oh, Vernon thought, she wanted the freak. "What for?" he added roughly. She shifted her feet a little. "I'm interning at a law firm down in London and I was instructed to deliver this to him." Here she displayed a large white envelope. Inwardly giddy that his nephew was receiving something undoubtedly awful for which he would have to go to jail, Vernon waddled up the stairs for the boy.
Harry Potter ran a hand through his messy hair and edged his way down the stairs. If his uncle was happy, Harry, in a few minutes when he got to the door, would not be. Bracing himself for the worst faced the open doorway only to find not a horrible blood sucking lawyer to put him away in prison for a hundred years but a beautiful young girl with long thick black hair and green eyes. The shape of those eyes was so familiar, the face almost as if he'd met her before. He must have been staring because she laughed kind of bark like. Wow, that laugh was familiar too, almost painfully.
"Hello?" she said impatiently. "H…h…hi," he stumbled over the word awkwardly. "So you're the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Stutter-When-A-Pretty-Girl-talked-to-him." Harry scowled; maybe she was the horrible bloodsucker he had expected. He started to make a snide comment but she cut in. "Anyways, this is the will of Sirius Black." She shoved the envelope in his hand. "He left everything to you, 'cept his bike. It got … repossessed." Here she snickered a bit. "And half of his Gringott's account was… donated elsewhere. The rest is all waiting for you at his last place of residence." She paused. "Do you know where that is?" Harry looked up shocked by this turn of events. He hadn't known his godfather had anything left to leave. "Yes, I know where that is," he muttered softly. "Well, that's all," she shrugged and turned.
The girl walked slowly down the drive waiting for the sound of the shutting door. When it finally came the girl smiled to herself and snapped her fingers. Her innocent school girl uniform changed into a pair of jeans and a black sweater. She smirked. Much better, she thought to herself, much more comfortable. She sauntered over to a motorcycle parked in front of Number Four. She grabbed the helmet off the handle and strapped it on over her head while climbing on. "Repossessed my ass," she muttered to herself as she revved the engine and took off into the sky.
The motorbike landed in front of the gates to a large estate where she was met unexpectedly by a blonde man about sixteen years old. "What are you doing at Malfoy Manor?" he snapped. "I'm family," she yelled back at him. "I've never heard of you," he retorted though the truth was he still didn't know her name or her so called relationship with his family. The expression on her face was half smile, half smirk. "I am the child of your mother's cousin. My father is not highly spoken of in his family; I understand why."
The young Malfoy just stared at her like she was some kind of alien. She shook her hand. This boy was a slow thinker. "I'm Kat Black." Somehow it still did not click in his head and Kat rolled her eyes. "I'm Sirius Black's daughter."
A/N: Please review this. Constructive criticism is perfectly fine if it's constructive. This is something I started while having writer's block when working on the great American novel. HaHa