A/N: alright, this is a story I have been working on since the first harry potter book came out, granted the stories sucked then but they have gotten better. And trust me, don't let the title fool you! I promise this will be good! At least it had better, I've rewritten it like a million times!
Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN HARRY POTTER IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM! I do NOT own any of it's characters except for the two of my own invention!
I walked toward the entrance to Azkaban, ignorning the loud screaming echoing through my ears as the dementors came up alongside me, blocking the entrance.
"I'm here to see Sirius Black." I stated plainly as one of the guards came up.
He didn't say anything but rather gestured for the dementors to move aside. I followed the man past several cells, where some of the prisoners came forward and laughed at me, as if I was being locked up with them. Finally the man stopped in front of a cell and left me alone, most likely to remove himself from the presence of the dementors. Sirius wasn't facing the outside of the cell, but was rather gazing out the window with a longing expression on his face. I sat down on the floor and stuck my fingers through the bars.
"Hi Dad."
Sirius turned his gaze away from the window and set it on me. His skin looked even paler than it did the last time I was there, and there was barely any muscle left on his body, it was just all bone. Fractions of his greasey hair covered up parts of his yellow tinted eyes.
He came up to the side of the cell and pressed his back up against the wall. Despite all his horrible conditions, he managed a small smile on his face that faded as quickly as it had come.
"I told you not to come here anymore." He murmured, avoiding all eye contact.
"I've been kind of lonely, so I thought I'd come visit you." I said simply, glancing over at Bellatrix who was screaming and cursing.
"I don't want anyone to know I'm related to you. Why do you think you use your mother's last name?"
"I just...had to come see you. It's getting harder and harder to keep track of Harry without him actually seeing me." I whispered, trying not to attract attention to myself.
"Well you'll have to keep-"
Sirius broke off in mid-sentence in time to glance up at Cornelius Fudge, who had come to inspect the prison that day.
"Hello Miss Brown."
I dusted off my pants and stood up to eye level with the Minister.
"Hello Minister."
"Why in the name of Merlin's beard would you be visiting this pathetic excuse for a person?" Fudge spat with a sharp glance at Sirius.
"I just wanted to say a few things to the man who ruined my life." I lied.
"Hey Fudge, are you done with that Daily Prophet? I miss doing the crosswords." Sirius asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
I bit back a laugh as a stunned look passed over Fudge's face as if Sirius had just called him a series of repulisve things. Fudge unfurled the Prophet and stuck it through the bars.
"You best be on your way soon." Fudge warned before continuing down the row of cells.
"Git." I muttered under my breath after I was sure he was out of earshot.
"Peter!"
I jumped slightly and turned to face Sirius again.
"What? What about him?" I demanded, pressing against the bar to see what the news was.
"This rat belongs to this boy, and this boy is going back to Hogwarts this year." Sirius hissed, clenching the paper tightly in his hands.
"That's...Ron Weasley! He's Harry's best mate!"
"You have to protect him, Teresa! You need to introduce yourself to Harry this year." Sirius said urgently, tossing the paper aside.
"But Dad, you said-"
"I know what I said! Listen to what I am saying now! If Peter gets even the slightest whiff that Voldemort is rising to power, he will kill Harry!"
I swallowed hard and pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead.
"Ok, alright, I'll do it."
As I began to walk away, he murmured something about coming to watch over Harry as well. I didn't think too much of it as I was escorted far away from Azkaban by the dementors, first of all because I didn't want to think about it, and second of all my thoughts were drowned out by the screaming echoing in my ears.
Once I was clear of Azkaban, I started my walk back to London, which was quite far. It didn't matter though, school didn't start for another two weeks or so.
I stopped in the middle of the night to make camp near a town, but I stayed on the outskirts of the town. I built a fire and sat with my legs hugged up to my chest.
Dad wanted me to protect Harry, but how could I do that? What if he found out I was related to Sirius? I would be chased out of school and hunted down by the Ministry.
Finally all my thoughts dragged me into a nightmare plagued dream that I had to try and supress all day long.
"Fine! Get out! Go!" Anna Brown screamed, tears rolling down her face. "You want to go there so badly then GET OUT!"
"I'm just trying to protect you and Teresa!" Sirius yelled back, trying to not get thrown out the front door by Anna.
"Just GO! GET OUT!"
The front door slammed shut, knocking off the decoration hanging on the door. Anna sank down onto the couch, tears flooding out of her eyes. Her tears only intensified when she heard the crack of a disapparation, confirming that he really did leave.
The crack started up the baby that was sleeping in the other room. Anna got up and picked up her baby girl, cradling her tightly in her arms.
"It's ok Teresa, everything is alright." Anna said softly, trying her best to comfort the baby despite her tears.
After awhile the baby fell back asleep and she laid Teresa back in the crib and shut the door. Suddenly there was a crack and then knocking on the front door.
Anna darted for the door and didn't bother to ask who it was, for she assumed it would be her husband. But the moment the door opened there was a bright blinding flash of green light and she crumpled to the floor, dead.
"Black will pay even more than the death of you." A malevolent voice hissed.
Unaware of the baby inside the house, the Dark Lord turned and left the body of Anna Brown on the floor, heading straight for the Potter's home.
I awoke from the nightmare panting and drenched in cold sweat, staring at the dead fire. My mother, Anna Brown, she had died basically right in front of me. I had no recollection of this until I found out from Dad what had happened, which resurface the memory. I had grown up in a foster home and one day, when I was nine, we went and visited an old neighborhood. I had found a picture of my mother along with Sirius, and I sought him out, only to find him, obviously, in Azkaban.
Everytime I visited Azkaban, all I could hear was the screaming conversation that my mum and dad had last made before my mum had died.
I shook off the nightmare as best as I could and headed off again for London.
A/N: Ok, so if you're confused beyond belief I will clear things up later as the story progresses. Even if you HATED this story, I would appreciate the review. Please and Thanks everybody!
-Jackie-
