Heya, peoples! Alina Taylor (Black) is Sirius' daughter, and ends up falling for George. Her alias is a Muggleborn, and will she ever tell George that Sirius is her real father? Set in the 5th book.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter stuff, all rights go to J.K. and Warner Bros, 'cause if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here writing this!

"Alina! Come here!" I heard my father calling to him from his bedroom. I descended a flight of stairs, past my grandmother's portrait that would forever hang in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and walked through the door labeled "Sirius."

"Yea, Dad?"

"I can't believe this is your last year at Hogwarts," my father hugged me and said, "My little Alina is all grown up!"

"Dad, I'm seventeen. I'm not a child."

"I know, I know. Your mother would be so proud," he said and smiled. I thought about my mother and I fought back tears. She died shortly after Dad was sent to Azkaban.

"Dad, when is the Order getting here? It's the beginning of the summer. Shouldn't they be here already?"

"I told them I wanted some time to clean the place up, seeing as I've been away from it because I've been in Azkaban. They're coming tomorrow. Sweetie, I'm sorry, you'll have to go live with the Taylors again. The Order isn't ready to know that I have a daughter."

"Dad! You haven't told them?"

"Uh… no."

"Why not?"

"Like I said, they're not ready to know that I have a daughter!"

"Ugh…fine. I'll find a way around this. I guess I wasn't Sorted into Slytherin for nothing." My father gave me a disapproving look.

"Dad, you know I wanted to be in Gryffindor!"

"Then you should've told the Hat that."

"How was I supposed to know it took my choice into account? Whatever; I'm going to pack." I walked out of his room, fuming. I started throwing stuff into my Hogwarts trunk, emblazoned with my fake name and the Slytherin coat of arms. I tried to think of a way to get out of going to the Taylor's. They were nice people; they took me in while Dad was in Azkaban. But they're Muggles, and live down the street. I would always try to escape the house in the middle of the night and run back to my house. It reminded me of good times with my mother, before she died. I knew my father was Sirius, because I had lived with him and my mother until I was two, but didn't remember much of him. He was carted off to Azkaban, and my mother died a short while after that. We were always friendly with the Taylors, so when my mom died, they were the first people I ran to.

They cared for me like a daughter, and it helped that their daughter, Emily, was my age. But there was always something missing. That was why I frequently tried to run away; I thought going back to my house would bring my family back. I made it to my front door once, and sat on the front stairs. I was the only person for blocks that could see the house, and when Mr. Taylor came and found me, he saw me sitting against a wall, crying my eyes out. All he saw was a five-year-old little girl, wanting her mommy and daddy back. I wouldn't go back to his house with him, and tried pulling on the doorknob. He saw me trying to push a wall. I tried to tell him that there was a house there, but he just didn't understand. He eventually picked me up and carried me back to the Taylor house.

I grew up there; they helped me get to the Hogwarts express for five years, after Professor McGonagall came and told me that I was a witch. The summer before my fifth year, I learned that my father had escaped from prison, and I was excited, yet terrified that he might not remember me. He broke into the castle, and the whole school was horror struck, but I seemed like the only person that was glad that he was there, though I showed none of these feelings to anyone. He was then reunited with Harry, godfather to godson, and I was deeply envious. I was his daughter, after all. It then came time for summer break. I sought him out at our old home, and was very displeased to not find him. I resolved to watch the house, and I would know when he entered.

One day, I was awake around four A.M. It was a horrible and rainy day, and I saw a flicker of movement near the door. I ran outside and saw my father. I called to him, and he turned. He recognized who I was, even in the torrential downpour. He ran to me, hugged me, and said he was sorry, and never would leave me again. I was so happy to have some of my family back. He asked me where my mother was, and why I was at the Taylor's, and I had to tell him the truth. He took this like a physical blow.

"K – Kara's dead?" he stuttered. I nodded, and he broke down. I started living with my father again, and he became a bit over protective of me. Well, that's what fathers are for. I had filled him in on my life, and we never talked about Azkaban, except for the fact that there were dementors, and that I had to learn how to defend myself against them. He taught me the Patronus Charm, and mine took the form of a lion cub. He was very upset to learn that that was my Patronus and that I was in Slytherin. I told him I wanted to be in Gryffindor, and hated it in Slytherin, but it couldn't be changed. He seemed happier when I told him this, and was elated that I was the best of my year. He gave me a picture of my mother and myself that he had saved all through his time in Azkaban. He said it was the one thing that kept him alive; the thought that he had a family to come home to. I was looking at the picture in the middle of my packing when a plan hit me. I ran out of my room and found my dad in the kitchen, ordering Kreacher around.

"Dad!"

"Yes? What's wrong?" he asked as he took a step toward me.

"Nothing. But I figured out how I can stay with you as the Order is here!"

"I'm not letting you do anything dangerous; I can't lose you."

"Dad, it just involves us coming up with a cover story, which I've started thinking of."

"Alright, what's the plan?"

"We say that I am a distant cousin of yours, and since I'm school aged, I was getting into ideas that Dumbledore is right. My family threw me out, and you were the only family I could come to that understood me! Isn't it great?"

"Yes, but you're Fred and George's age. They know that you're in Slytherin, and what Gryffindor would believe that a Slytherin is good?"

"Dad, I hang out with Fred and George! They're my best friends! They came up to me first year after the feast, and said I looked really upset that I was in Slytherin, and asked what house I wanted to be in, and I responded with Gryffindor. We were best friends from then on."

"Well that makes this plan even better! Wait, what's your alias's blood status?"

"Shit…it's Muggleborn," I said, and my father looked at me with an angry face, "Sorry…I forgot…no cursing…"

"It's alright. What do we do now? No one will believe that you're my cousin; I'm pureblood."

"Uh, we could erase the memory of the real Taylors, and then I can give them the information. We could say that they're Muggles, but they understand that I needed to go into hiding from Voldemort. I saw this empty house, rang the bell for just a precaution, and you were here, and took me in."

"Great! And you're seventeen, so you can do it! I don't think it's a very good idea for me to go walking around London."

"Right; I'll be back." I walked out of my front door and took the short walk down the street towards the Taylor residence. I walked up to the front door and rung the bell. I didn't know who opened the door, because at that moment I was tackled with a hug and was sent reeling down the steps.

"Oh my God! Alina! I thought you died! You just disappeared and now returned two years later!" Shit. I forgot I basically walked out on the Taylors…well this poses a problem…How could I be this stupid? I thought to myself, Wait, it doesn't matter! I'm about to Obliviate them! Man, now I feel like an ass…

"Emily, wow, great to see you. There's something I have to tell you. Well, your parents better hear this too." My childhood best friend looked at me worriedly. We walked inside and Emily called to her parents to come to the sitting room. I walked into the room in front of her, reminiscing about the times I spent here with her. It was odd to see Mrs. Taylor's bright and cheery sitting room, compared to the dank and dark Noble House of Black I had been living in for the past two years. I looked out to the back wall, where I had remembered from so many years ago, I was running away from Emily trying not to be tagged by her…

My long black tresses flew behind me as I ran from my best friend. "I'm gonna get you, Alina!" I was running, and was coming up faster and faster to the wall. I knew I was too small to jump up to the ledge, but I figured that, since I was running at it, I might be able to catch the lip of the wall in my small hands. I remembered jumping, but the next moment I was soaring through the air, and landed on my feet on top of the wall. "Alina! How'd you do that?" "I don't know! I just jumped and landed up here! Try it!" My friend with the red hair and freckles tried to jump up, but failed miserably. I resolved that I had to get down from the wall. I was about to jump down when Emily said, "No, Alina! You'll hurt yourself! I'll get Daddy!" "It's alright, Emily; I'll be fine," I answered, and jumped from the wall. I braced myself for impact, but it never came. I floated down from the wall like a feather. "Alina, you have superpowers!" We giggled, and resumed our game of tag…

I looked around the sitting room, tears in my eyes. I saw the small vase Emily and I once broke, and we had tried to hide it from her mother, but she found it. We had a scolding, and were sent to our room. That night, I snuck out of bed and found the broken vase still sitting were we had tried to hide it. I grabbed the pieces in my hands, and they magically put themselves back together. From that moment on, I knew there was something different from Emily and myself.

I remembered the day Professor Minerva McGonagall came to tell me that I was a witch. The Taylors weren't surprised, and I was really excited. McGonagall told me everything about the Wizarding World that I wanted to know, and that was when I figured out that was the one thing that set me apart from Emily and her family. At first, I thought it was great, but then I realized that it was one more thing that set me apart from a family, the thing I wanted most. It upset me greatly, and I even thought about not going to Hogwarts. Emily wouldn't hear of it, though. She knew how much this would mean to me, and talked me into going. I had promised to write every week, and I upheld that promise, until two years ago. I had met my father, and my life was put back together.

"Alina?" I snapped back to reality. I looked around confusedly, and remembered where I was and what I had to do. "Alina? Are you alright? Emily said you had something to say to us," Mrs. Taylor said quietly.

"Oh, yea. Right. Sorry, I sort of zoned-out for a minute there, heh," I said, embarrassed. Wow, if I was part of a manga comic, I'd have that little sweat drop behind my head right now… "Yes. Well, then. Hi Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. It's great to see you guys."

"And you too, Alina. Now, what do you need?" I opened my mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Mr. Taylor.

"If you think we'll take you back after you disappeared for two years, then you're horribly mistaken."

"Frank! We don't even know what she needs!"

"Obliviate!" I said as I raised my wand, and the Taylors all had dazed looks about them. "Uh… I'm your daughter, Alina. You are Muggles, and I'm a witch. I went into hiding from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Goodbye." I walked out of the Taylor house and climbed the steps to mine. I strode down the hallway and into the kitchen where my father was.

"Did you do it?" I sat down next to my father, and Kreacher brought me some soup.

"Yes, and I feel horrible, Dad! These people were my family for most of my life! Hell, I'm a monster!" I started crying. My father took me in his arms, and I sobbed into his shoulder.

"No, you're not. Never call yourself that, Alina," he said and he wrapped me in a bear hug, the kind only daddies give, "You're not a monster. If you were anything like that bitch Bellatrix, I would've disowned you." I was shocked that my father cursed, and even more that he brought up his messed up family. I sat up and he laughed at my look of disbelief. He pushed back a strand of my hair as I sniffled.

"Yes, I know I cursed. I said you can't; that doesn't mean I can't. I am the daddy here," he said with a smile. There was a long silence where I ate the soup that Kreacher had given me. It was New England clam chowder – my favorite. I had fallen in love with it on a trip to the U.S. with my dad. The funny thing was that I only got the soup when I was upset. I guess my dad knew I'd be upset and had Kreacher make some.

"You know, you really do look like her. Of course you have the bitch's hair and cheek bones, but the other ninety-eight percent of you is absolutely Kara." There was more silence while my dad looked lost in thought and I finished my soup. I looked over at the clock. It read 11:30 P.M. Had it really been four hours since I erased the Taylors' memories? I guess those silences lasted longer than I thought they had. I gave my father a hug and headed upstairs to bed. My trunk and various school things were scattered all around the floor. I was happy when I remembered that I didn't have to finish packing it. I moved it to a corner of the room and changed into my sweat pants and tank top. I walked into the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth and threw my hair into a messy bun. I went and sat in my bed and picked up the picture of my mother and I. I got under the blankets and put my head on the extra squishy pillow.

The picture was of my mother holding me, only around the age of one, and spinning in circles and laughing at the camera, that I assumed was in my father's hands. I gazed at it, trying to forget that fateful day that my mother was taken from me forever. I couldn't get the images out of my head, though. I remembered that it was the middle of the night, and being two, I was in the room next to hers. I remember waking up and looking through the bars of my crib into her bedroom. One of the house elves had brought her some tea, and she took it from them before setting it down on the table next to her. She came to turn off the light in my room and walked back to her bed. I watched as she brought the tea to her lips, took a sip and then proceeded to shake uncontrollably. She foamed at the mouth, and the teacup fell from her hands with a crash to the floor. A house elf ran in, screaming about her mistress, and tried to help her, but it was no use. She was dead. The same house elf came into my room, and got me out of the crib. She walked me to the Taylors' front step, propped me up, and rang the bell. By this point, I was crying for my mother. I heard someone walk towards the front door, and by the time they opened it, the house elf was gone. I looked up at Mrs. Taylor's face, and she seemed to understand right away. From then on, I had lived with the Taylors, and Emily became my best friend. I felt like I had a family again.

My father walked into my room, and I put the picture on the nightstand. I hadn't realized until now that a single tear had fallen down my cheek.My father came and wiped it away, and picked up the picture. He smiled softly, and stared at it for a few minutes.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Alina?"

"Tell me the story of how you fell in love." He smiled and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. He pulled up a chair, sat on it, and took one last look at the picture before speaking.

"Well, as you know, we met at Hogwarts. Kara hated my guts for the stuff I did with James, Remus, and Peter. She hung with Lily Evans and her group. I had repeatedly asked her out, just as James did Lily, and we were both turned down – every time, I dare say. So we all left Hogwarts and I didn't see her for a while. One day, when I was in Diagon Alley, I saw her wandering around. She was really happy to see me – for once. Apparently, she had just gone through a horrible break up, and needed a friend.

"We spent the day together, and I ended up taking her home. We had dinner together, just as friends, and decided we should really do it again sometime. About a week later, I got an owl from her, asking if I wanted to meet up at The Leaky Cauldron. I hastily sent my reply with an eager yes, and Apparated then and there to the pub. She showed up minutes later, looking stunning as usual, and we got drinks. We caught up with each other, and after about two hours of drinks, I was broke and wasted. Tom kind of kicked me out, and I went home. I stumbled in the door and crashed.

"I woke up the next day with a wicked hangover. I somehow managed to get out of bed and took care of myself, feeling like an idiot. And Alina, if I ever find you that drunk, you are dead," he looked at me sternly, but failed because I stared my father down, who cracked up laughing. He got over it and continued, "So I wrote an owl to her, apologizing for any of my drunkenness she had to witness. She wrote back and said that it was alright, and that I was 'quite enjoyable whilst drunk like no tomorrow.' Well, I decided that I had to see her again, as to redeem myself. I wrote her again and asked if she would like to have dinner with me. She said yes and from then on we were in love."

"Dad. That wasn't really how you fell for Mum. When did you know you were in love?"

"Well, I guess that would be the same day that we met up in Diagon Alley. She had come to me, even though it was just as friends, I felt something more. And I eventually learned that she did too. So after a little while, we settled down, got married, and Kara had you."

"How did it happen?"

"Uh, haven't you already had that talk?"

"Dad! Not that! Ew! I do NOT want to think of my parents having – ergh! Eeeeew! DAD! I was talking about the proposal!"

"Oh… Sorry, Alina. I didn't know that was what you were asking about. I thought you were asking about –"

"DAD! SHUT UP!" I threw my pillow at him, and he just started laughing.

"Well, I proposed to your mother on New Year's Eve. Once again, I was totally wasted," he smirked, "I had bought the ring earlier that day. I was planning to propose to her in the last thirty seconds of the year, and then kiss her at midnight."

"Dad, you're a hopeless romantic!" I said with a smile.

"Yea… It didn't work out as I planned, though. You see, James got me completely and utterly trashed, so I had no idea what I was doing. It turned out that your mother was just as drunk as me; that was Lily's doing. I had apparently proposed to her and we did kiss at midnight, but we didn't know that until about five P.M. on January 1st. We woke up next to each other on New Year's Day, completely hung over, and completely confused. We were both working through the hangover, when she screamed, and when I say screamed, I mean SCREAMED – like bloody murder screamed."

"Wait, she screamed because she woke up next to you?"

"No, she said she wasn't surprised about that. She screamed because she finally noticed the ring on her finger. I said that looked like the ring I was going to give her, and that I had planned on proposing to her. She told me to check if I still had it, and I didn't. We went to Lily and James to find out if I did propose. Apparently, I had, and she accepted, and it was a very funny sight to watch me try and get off my one knee."

"Yea, that must've been interesting," I said with a yawn.

"So we decided to make it official, and I re-proposed, I guess you could say. It was in the middle of the Potter's living room. We got married shortly after, and decided to start a family. Then my Princess came into my life."

"That was a sweet story, Dad."

"Thanks. Now go to sleep; it's one in the morning, and we've got a busy day of lying our asses off tomorrow."

"Right. Night Daddy, I love you." I gave him a hug and turned out the light.

"Night, Princess. I love you too." I thought about the last time I had my whole family and drifted off to sleep.