Prologue
Sirius Black gave the tawny owl a pet on the wing before shooing it off on it's errand. Another letter to Harry, whom Sirius admitted was looking more and more like his father every passing time Sirius saw him. Sirius sighed leaning onto a shabby wooden wall of a Scottish shack, which was his current hide out.
Sitting on the creaky floor Sirius pulled an album out of his robe. It had been the only thing he'd been able to sneak into Azkaban with him. Although he'd never been one for being sentimental, it was one of the most precious things he'd ever owned. He opened the old brown cover. His thin mouth formed into a smile at the sight of the first photograph.
A tall, dark, slender woman stood smiling and waving behind a man, whom was tall and dark as well. The man's hand was on a shoulder of an eleven year old boy, whom was just as tall and dark as his parents. This had been Sirius and his mum and his dad. He flipped the page.
These photos were of his first year at Hogwarts. Several were of the Marauders. Others were of Quidditch. One was of Sirius with his best friend, James Alexander Potter.
As the pages turned Sirius relived many and many a memory. Hogsmeade weekends, turning into Animagi, catching James and Lily in the middle of the night doing things that made them blush under James's invisibility cloak, even his first love. Charlotte Greenwoode. he continued to flip through the pages until he reached a certain photograph.
In it a tall, young, twenty-something Sirius was beaming down at a beautiful, nymph-like blonde woman. Charlotte. In her arms was a tiny infant fast asleep. A crown of black hair rested on the babe's head. Vallen Black.
It was the only picture he had of his daughter. A daughter that most people didn't even knew existed. A daughter he'd neither seen or heard of since she'd been nine months old. In the dark he wondered if he'd ever see Vallen Morgaine Black, or her mother ever again. In the bottom of his heart he knew he probably never would.
Sirius Black gave the tawny owl a pet on the wing before shooing it off on it's errand. Another letter to Harry, whom Sirius admitted was looking more and more like his father every passing time Sirius saw him. Sirius sighed leaning onto a shabby wooden wall of a Scottish shack, which was his current hide out.
Sitting on the creaky floor Sirius pulled an album out of his robe. It had been the only thing he'd been able to sneak into Azkaban with him. Although he'd never been one for being sentimental, it was one of the most precious things he'd ever owned. He opened the old brown cover. His thin mouth formed into a smile at the sight of the first photograph.
A tall, dark, slender woman stood smiling and waving behind a man, whom was tall and dark as well. The man's hand was on a shoulder of an eleven year old boy, whom was just as tall and dark as his parents. This had been Sirius and his mum and his dad. He flipped the page.
These photos were of his first year at Hogwarts. Several were of the Marauders. Others were of Quidditch. One was of Sirius with his best friend, James Alexander Potter.
As the pages turned Sirius relived many and many a memory. Hogsmeade weekends, turning into Animagi, catching James and Lily in the middle of the night doing things that made them blush under James's invisibility cloak, even his first love. Charlotte Greenwoode. he continued to flip through the pages until he reached a certain photograph.
In it a tall, young, twenty-something Sirius was beaming down at a beautiful, nymph-like blonde woman. Charlotte. In her arms was a tiny infant fast asleep. A crown of black hair rested on the babe's head. Vallen Black.
It was the only picture he had of his daughter. A daughter that most people didn't even knew existed. A daughter he'd neither seen or heard of since she'd been nine months old. In the dark he wondered if he'd ever see Vallen Morgaine Black, or her mother ever again. In the bottom of his heart he knew he probably never would.