Polaroid

Chapter One

A note from the author: I have created the Polaroid Method and use the saying Shake it like a Polaroid picture so please do not take either of them.al

Have you ever met someone and realized that you've seen them before at the supermarket or just walking down the street? Well, this method does not apply in this story. There is one that does though. It is called the Polaroid method. This is is the understanding that things may not make sense, and you may not be able to see or understand but in a matter of time everything will be clear and beautiful. There is a saying that is used by the one and only Makenzie Black, this saying you will soon find is rather odd and doesn't make much sense to most people. This saying is : "Shake it like a Polaroid picture." It doesn't make much sense in that when you shake this type of picture, the colours run together. To most people, a picture without clear colours is ugly and useless but to Makenzie Black it is beautiful. To Makenzie Black it has a different meaning, a picture like this is wonderful, it is one of a kind and magnificent. In Makenzie Black's mind not everything makes sense and life doesn't make sense either and no two lives are exactly the same.

You are probably wondering who the miraculous Makenzie Black is, yes? Well, why don't we journey through a story and find out who she is.

It all begins in England. 16 years ago, two brothers met in a small café on the outskirts of London. Two brothers with the same long, black, curly hair and the same grey eyes, and the same fit build. Two brothers just a year apart in age. The Black brothers. It had been many years since the two had met and they never imagined it to be under the circumstances.

"Sirius, I am glad you agreed to meet me here." Regulus spoke first.

"Yes, well. What is it you wanted?" Sirius asked a tad rudely.

"I realize that it is unknown to you that I am married." Regulus said and paused, looking up at his brother to take in whatever reaction he had but Sirius remained a blank face. Regulus continued, "You probably also do not know that my wife, Whitney, has just given birth to our first child. We would like to have another child but sadly we believe that I am approaching my end."

"Your end? What do you mean?" Asked Sirius, a confused and knowing expression on his face as he listened.

"We have reason to believe that the Dark Lord will do off with me in a matter of time." he answered.

"About time too." Sirius interrupted.

Regulus shot him a glare but continued. "In the chance that Whitney also meets a fate in the years to come we would like if you would become the guardian of our child. Take her in and care for her as if she were your own child. Please, Sirius, I'm begging you."

"Your child is a girl?" Sirius asked, receiving a nod from his brother, "May I-" he spoke but he was cutoff by Regulus' nodding before holding out his arm. Sirius took it and they were apparated to a large, white manor.

It was rather pretty, and very bright so it shocked him that this could be his brothers house. There were flowers out front, and roses weaved around the wrought iron gate. The sun gleamed off the white brick of the building. It was rather magnificent. Inside wasn't much different. There were pictures and mirrors all around on almost every wall. Flowers sat in vases on every table along with a bowl of fruit or a plate of pastries. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and lamps on the walls of the hallway. A beautiful house really and nothing like what Sirius expected of his younger brother.

"Wonderful place, Regulus." Sirius commented.

"Thank you, brother." He responded.

"The child?"

Sirius followed his brother through the brightly lit hallways and into a bedroom, decorated with purple walls and flowers. Small butterflies and pixie creatures flew around the room. Sunlight streamed through the large open bay window along with the sounds of birds chirping their songs. The air seemed to sparkle with magic. It wasn't until one of the butterflies landed on his shoulder and a fairy came to look at him that he realized they were just toys and paper, delicate and small.