Harry walked up the brick laid pathway to the navy painted door. He looked for a doorbell and found a gleaming gold colored one on the right of the door. The house looked like a page out of those magazines about flower arrangements. He rang the doorbell and a cheery melody rang through out the home.
"Who is it?" a clear voice sang through the door. "It's- now wait, who are you?" Harry asked.
The voice began to play with Harry.
"Now look here, you rang the doorbell interrupting my afternoon of bliss. You are the one who must say who you are. Not me, because I know who I am."
Harry's patience was waning. "I don't know who you are, so just tell me who you are."
"No"
"Please" Harry played along.
"No"
"Plea-"
"No"
But Harry couldn't take much more.
"Bloody hell! Will you just tell me who you are!"
At this the door swung open and the voice was given a body whose wand was at Harry's throat. "There will be no shouting at the Potter residence, Harry Potter." The person was a girl Harry's age. She was actually very pretty. Her eyes were dark as well as her hair and she had skin so light it was pale as the moon. Even though her beauty stunned him, he could not help feeling angry with her. She lowered her wand and stuck out her hand. "Hello, I'm Beatrice Black."
"Now look here!" Harry began. Hermione shouted and reached for her wand and was ready to disarm her. But Harry stopped her just in time. Hermione didn't understand.
"Harry! She was going to attack you"
Harry realized that both Ron and Hermione were too far to hear what the girl had said. He looked back at Beatrice who had a look of concern on her face.
"Beatrice, are you by any chance related to-" Harry began. But Beatrice interrupted, "Yes, I am related to the Black family, obvious. Please come in. I'm sorry for that, it gets lonely so when I'm around people I just have to toy with them." She then held out her hand.
"What?" Harry spoke. " You shake it, it's called manners" she retorted. Harry shook her hand. She looked at him and saw how befuddled he was. She felt bad. She gestured at Hermione and Ron, "Come in you lot. And watch my roses Ronald." Ron looked up and before he could utter a word, he tripped on a rock and fell into a rosebush in the neat garden. She laughed, "Oh, now look what you've done. Those thorns will leave nasty scars. Hermione, could you please go upstairs and fetch the first aid kit and patch him up, thank you. I need to have a talk with Mr. Potter." Hermione didn't question her and led Ron upstairs to do as was asked.
Harry glared at her, "How do you know their names? They never introduced themselves to you." Beatrice sighed and laughed, "Oh Harry, my great-grand mum was a seer. So, I can do it too. Not too well though. Not like she did it." She sensed Harry's uncomfortable state and led him to the kitchen.