Unexpected Blessings

Authors Note

I was thinking the other day….

Minions: Great Job, Trish. I didn't think you had it in yourself.

Me: Shut Up! And while I was thinking, I thought of the most ADORABLE idea for a FanFiction and I couldn't resist.

So I now present to you my new FanFic: Unexpected Blessings

Chapter 1…March 3rd, 1978

Sirius Black, 18 years old and a recent graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, found himself once again in the small village of Hogsmeade on a cold, rainy day. And it was kind of surprising that it wasn't snowing in early March like it usually would in Scotland.

Why was Sirius there exactly you might ask? Well, as lame as it sounds, he was simply just grocery shopping for the large house him and Remus were currently staying at. Sirius was also getting potion ingredients for Wolfsbane Potion and for obvious reasons.

After the groceries/potion ingredients were shrunk and safely tucked into the pocket of his jacket, he decided to take a walk and get some fresh air as it seems it is hard to come across in times like these.

As he walked past Honeydukes (After going in, of course), Sirius heard a loud terror filled wail coming from the back of the shop.

Curiosity swam through Sirius' veins as he journeyed to the source of the cry and what he found surprised him to say the least.

In a medium sized cardboard box with the words "Licorice Wands: Family Pack" on the sides of it resided a small baby girl with a small tuft of curly black hair on top of her tiny head. She had on a pair of warm pink and white footie pajamas and was wrapped in a soft white blanket.

Sirius, you could say or think, instantly fell in love with the baby girl as soon as he laid eyes on her. He gently picked the crying baby girl up into his arms and started to rock her. "Hello there little one. You shouldn't be out here all by yourself." Sirius told the infant in a gentle, hushed tone. She stopped crying and looked at him in curiosity with her light brown eyes. Sirius smiled at her and looked inside the box and found a note at the bottom.

He cautiously picked up the note and read:

To whoever finds her:

This is my daughter and she was born on March 1st, 1978 at 11:59 PM. I can't take care of her because the Death Eaters have found me and don't know about her yet.

Please, if you find this, Love her. Care for her. Never let her go.

And that was it. He turned his gaze back to the baby girl and smiled. "How about we go home, Hmm?" He asked her. All she did in response was cuddle into his chest further and sighed in comfort before falling fast asleep.

And with that note (no pun intended), he owled a letter to James, walked into 3 Broomsticks and used their floo to go home.