I own none of the Harry Potter characters.Adela is mine though!
Dear Diary,
My name is Adela Black. My mother died when I was three and I have never known my father.
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow I will be starting my fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am in the Ravenclaw house just like my mother was. My father was a wizard and went to Hogwarts also, but that is all I know about him. Sometimes I wonder, do I have his eyes or mouth or hair? Other times I feel a deep hatred towards him because I have never gotten to know him at all. I think this year I must ask Dumbledore who my real and true father is. I must know.
"Child," Dumbledore said, "Your mother died without ever telling you."
"Yes she did," I said.
"You may be angered to hear this but you must let me explain."
I had gotten through the whole term without asking who my father was, but the time had come I had to know. So much had happened I don't know how the headmaster ever made time for me with Harry Potter witnessing the re-birthing of he who must not be named and Cedric Diggory dieing. But now on the last day of the term, he had the time.
"Just tell me."
"Very well," He said, "Your father is none other then Sirius Black himself."
You have got to be kidding."
"No, my child, I am not," the old man said in a whisper like voice.
Dear Diary,
My name is Adela Black. My mother died when I was three and I have never known my father.
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow I will be starting my fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am in the Ravenclaw house just like my mother was. My father was a wizard and went to Hogwarts also, but that is all I know about him. Sometimes I wonder, do I have his eyes or mouth or hair? Other times I feel a deep hatred towards him because I have never gotten to know him at all. I think this year I must ask Dumbledore who my real and true father is. I must know.
"Child," Dumbledore said, "Your mother died without ever telling you."
"Yes she did," I said.
"You may be angered to hear this but you must let me explain."
I had gotten through the whole term without asking who my father was, but the time had come I had to know. So much had happened I don't know how the headmaster ever made time for me with Harry Potter witnessing the re-birthing of he who must not be named and Cedric Diggory dieing. But now on the last day of the term, he had the time.
"Just tell me."
"Very well," He said, "Your father is none other then Sirius Black himself."
You have got to be kidding."
"No, my child, I am not," the old man said in a whisper like voice.