Nattilie Black
Prologue & Chapter One
In an extravagant room a woman cried out in pain.
"It's okay honey, it's okay." A gravely voice said trying to calm his wife.
"One more push and she'll be out." Said a soft female voice, and with that the other woman gave one last, tired push and than a baby started crying.
A loud booming voice said, "Congratulations Sirius you're a father."
"Thanks James, you did great sweetie." Sirius said turning back to his wife.
Just then Lily showed up carrying a baby wrapped in a pink blanket
"So what are you going to name her?" Lily asked giving the baby to Luna.
She looked down at the angel sleeping in her arms and said, "Nattilie Angel Black"
She looked at Sirius who was staring at the tiny baby as Nattilie looked at Luna as though she was calling her name.
"I think it's perfect don't you Nattilie?"
Nattilie cooed and snuggled into her mother.
"Mama" Muttered Nattilie, everyone just stared.
"She spoke." Sirius said shocked.
Just then the door opened to reveal an old man.
"Of course she has her mother's brains and her father's brawn." Said the man with a twinkle in his blue eyes behind his slender half-moon spectacles.
"Dumbledore it's good to see you." Luna said looking back to her child.
"It's good to see you all well and that new life can still shine in these dark and troubled times." Dumbledore said with a hint of sadness to his voice. This was the last time anyone saw the four friends alive together.
3 years later
Sirius was in a dark and damp cell everything seemed sad, like the world was ending and no one cared. Suddenly a thought entered his head, his little girl Nattilie. He hadn't seen her since she was one week old. Nattilie and his wife Luna had been taken hostage. He couldn't believe he had forgotten her, his little angel. She was the light of his life, but first he needed to take care of getting himself out of this terrible place. A little boy with untidy hair entered his thoughts, Harry Potter his godson. He was going to raise them. With those thoughts he turned into a grim, slipped through the bars of his cell, and to his freedom and to the freedom of those who were far less innocent than himself.
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The Lestrange Manor
"Beast get down here." A high female voice shrieked.
"Yes Mistress."
A little girl named Nattilie called down.
She got up and walked to her splintered door with a permanent limp, her small face constricting with the agony of the small task of walking. It would have broken Sirius's heart to see his angel this way. Her body covered in bruises and barely able to walk. She walked down the stairs and through several passages until she made it to the large elaborately carved wooden door, she silently pushed it open.
All she could say was, "You wanted to see me Mistress."
"Why yes I did Beast. I want you to go get my wonderful, beautiful child some ice cream."
"Yes, of course, Mistress." Nat said and turned to leave.
"Beast?" came the awful screeching voice Nat had come to hate.
"Yes?" asked Nattilie in the only voice she could manage.
"Make sure there's exactly four tablespoons of caramel this time." Bellatrix said in voice carefully designed to strike fear into Nattilie.
"Yes Mistress." Said Nattilie in a quiet little voice. She could tell that the day would be long. The only thoughts that entered Nattilie's head as she entered the kitchen were of the long day ahead of her.
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Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey
"Get up boy, NOW!" called a shrill voice.
The small door was suddenly unlocked. On the outside it looked as if it was just a plane old
cupboard underneath the stairwell. However inside it was much more. It was the room of a small boy who was slowly waking up. As he got up and out of the cupboard you could see his unruly hair and pale skin. He looked just like the long dead James Potter, his father. The only differences were that this small child had the green eyes of his mother, Lily Potter and a lightening bolt scar on top his forehead. His eyes, which were once fierce and lively, were now sunken, dull, and lifeless.
As he entered the kitchen a tall woman who was tall with sharp features said with a shrill voice
"Make sure you don't burn anything this time."
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry stumbled over the small phrase.
He started to prepare the eggs, bacon, and toast thinking only about not burning breakfast. Surely it would break James and Lily's hearts if they saw how their only son lived. After breakfast was done he thought about his dream. It was about a flying motorcycle and a large black dog. For some strange and unknown reason Harry knew that the dog's name was Padfoot.