They were yelling again. Charly, only four years old, was too young to understand what was going on between her parents at such a young age and her brother Samael who was six refused to tell her. They both were told to stay inside of their small bedroom until their parents came to get them. Charly and Samael both sat on the bed listening to the screaming voices of their parents.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY THINK YOU DID IT?" Their mom screamed hoarsely at their father. "AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE SENDING YOU TO AZKABAN FOR IT. JESUS SIRIUS, WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR! DON'T EXPECT YOUR SON OR ME TO BE AROUND ONCE YOU ARE OUT. I'M DONE WITH ALL OF THIS! YOU, YOUR DAUGHTER, AND YOUR SHITTY LIFE, I AM DONE. YOU HEAR ME, DONE!"
Footsteps pounded down the hallway, and the door blew open. "Sam! Pack your stuff, let's go." She waved her wand, and his stuff packed itself. "NOW!" she added when she saw him still sitting. He scrambled off the bed, turned and sneered at Charly. "Blood-traitor, you'll be in a foster home the rest of your remaining life. Good luck, no one will ever want you." He turned an exited the room, following after his mother. Charly heard their footsteps go down the hall, and the front door creak open, and slam shut after them.
She was confused on what just happened. Azkaban, who thought he did what? Why didn't mother take her with her, if her father did something so bad? Footsteps walked down the hallways, and her door creaked open. Her father stood in the doorway, his face worn, and tired. Charly pushed herself off the bed and walked over to her father. He knelt down, and wrapped his arms around his young daughter. "Daddy, what's wrong? Where did mommy go? What happened?"
Her father, who normally never cried, had tears forming in his eyes when he looked at her. "Charly. I did something very wrong and I'm going to be punished for it. Your mom left because she didn't want to deal with it. I'm so sorry."
A slamming sound came from the kitchen, and voices were heard. "Sirius Black, we know you're in here!" Charly's father stiffened at his name being called. "I'm sorry." He whispered, standing up. He grabbed her hand, and walked out into the kitchen, where ministry officials with visible wands were waiting for him. "There he is!" The officials grabbed him and forced him into handcuffs. Charly heard screaming, and realized it was coming from her own mouth. She went after her dad, and tried to grab him away. The younger ministry official picked her up, and led her out of the house. Her dad still being chained started laughing maniacally.