I Miss You ~ Sirius Black ~

Number Twelve Grimmuald Place

I ran faster than I've ever ran before in my life. The trees passing by me seemed like green blurs and the wind bit at my cheeks. I wanted to stop, to lay down, to pass out and lean on the mossy tree trunk but my feet wouldn't let me.

Boy if my American Yankee father could see me now, I thought bitterly.

But I wasn't doing this to please someone, no I wasn't even doing this for some healthy exercise. I was however trying to save my sorry butt from being Death Eater pass time fun.

"Come on, Williamson, you have to get tired some day," Macnair cackled behind me. "Either stop running and let us play with you or keep running and well end up killing you."

I paid them no mind and focused on not tripping over anything. "Oof!" Great, now i jinxed myself, I thought as two pair of feet stopped on either side of me. I looked up to see their faces twist into a malicious smile, wands pointed at my chest waiting just to curse me.

"Well, I guess you just couldn't out run us," Macnair smirked, he bent over me making the tip of his wand dig deeper into my chest, my hands fumbled to my side trying desperately to find my wand.

Relief washed over me as my fingers wrapped around my wand. I slipped it out of my pocket making sure they didn't notice the slight movement.

"Do you think we should just kill her now or take her to the Dark Lord and have him interrogate her himself?," the other one asked.

"Lets just have some fun with her. I don't think the lord will mind."

A dark shadow came over their faces as they straightened up, readying themselves to give me hell. I wanted to smirk at them. Hey, they should know that i wouldn't let them do anything without a fight. With a blink of an eye my wand was out and a spell was already said.

"Petrificus Totalus!," I yelled in triumph as they both fell with loud thumps. "Obliviate."

I jumped up from the ground, my bum was wet and muddy but I still ran to the edge of the forest. After taking a gulp of air I held out my wand and concentrated hard on my destination. All wizard and witches get used to feeling of being sucked through a tube and being pulled from all directions when appariating, they teach you that in Wizard school. Unfortunately I wasn't one of those witches. I never willingly appariated, most of the time I would fly on a broom or use a muggle transportation. So of course when my feet touched the ground, I buckled over, my breakfast sloshng down onto the floor-but mostly onto my boots.

"Evanosco," I mumbled weakly and waved my wand over my boots.

I walked up to the shabby looking pub, my temporary home for now. I nodded at Tom, the bar owner of the Leaky Cauldron, he smiled kindly and motioned for me over.

"Yeah Tom?," I asked.

He leaned over eagerly, "You have a visitor. Their waiting up in your room."

My eyebrows scrunched up together. Visitor? I haven't had a visitor in a very long time, well if counted my encounter with Death Eaters but I wouldn't. My feet stomped up the stairs, the stairs to my room seemed to take me forever. Step after step after step until finally my door came into view, voices could be heard behind the door and they stopped instantly once my hand turned the door knob.

The door swung open revealing two people I wouldn't have epected to see this time around.

"How many years has it been since you've last visited me, Grandfather," I smiled up at the old man. His blue eyes twinkled behind his half moon glasses, a smile starting just behind his long white bread. "Black," I added dryly to the curly headed mop in the corner. "Aren't you suppossed to be locked up somewhere."