It wasn't too far off to say that it had been impossible for Sirius Black to inhabit a daughter in his previous life. So it wasn't exactly shocking when Harry received the news from the Daily Prophet article. In fact, he shook his head in disbelief staring down at the small black haired girl darting away from the wizards trying to ask her questions. She did her best covering her hand over her face to stay hidden, but this picture held a brief glimpse of her eyes as she scurried past and alley, and he couldn't help but noticing that they resembled his godfather's beyond belief. He set the paper down, after having read the article several times over, on Ron's dusty half built desk.

Black's Daughter Found in Egypt

Last Friday evening, upon which our reporter was trailing a nice tea with an intelligence source, a rumor had caught his ear. Upon which he took great notice and decided to head up an investigation. With further Intel and inside information, he resolved that Sirius Black, the murderer, was found to have a single daughter. Said daughter was found by our sources in an old shabby home falling apart in a village named Gadbore, Egypt. It was a small wizarding community made up of thieves and untrustworthy people, said our reporter. When he came upon her house, he claimed she jinxed him blind before running for safety. "Quick as her father!" he said. The girl was found again in France where our reporter stayed hot on her trail. She was not so quick to stray away from him, hence the picture below, and therefore could not escape without one minor comment.
"He never knew I was alive…now please leave me alone!" she squealed, before running quickly into the next alley, where we did not pursue her any further.

Harry had been quick to become outraged at first, and then stopped to think about whether or not this was even possible. After serving his sentence in Azkaban, Harry was sure there was no way for this to be his daughter. The only thing stopping him from dismissing it as false rumors by the Prophet was the small squinty picture of her eyes. He couldn't help but stare at them, and see Sirius staring back. Ron burst into the room, shoving the door open letting it slam against the wall, and flopped on the bed beside Harry.
"Come on Mate. You've read that a thousand times. Enough's enough. She isn't real." He muttered, a bit of jelly on his chin. It must have been a little bit past breakfast Harry noted. Hermione walked ruefully into the room taking a spot opposite the bed of Harry. She turned to look at the paper on the desk, and matched it with her tone.
"Harry." But before she could finish he'd picked it up and chucked it on the floor under the bed. To both Ron's and Hermione's astonished gazes, he simply sat back up.
"I'll give er' rest. How's that?" he asked peeking from behind his glasses. Hermione nodded, appraising him with a grim sort of look that made him somewhat ill. Ron on the other hand, seemed relieved and relaxed that instant. There was a loud crash from below, accompanied by Fred and George's laughter, bellowing up the stairs. A small shriek of anger erupted, only belonging to Ginny Weasley herself. Harry's smile was that of the warmth that only came from staying here at the Burrow. Ron began to laugh, while Hermione scattered to her feet off put by the thought of Fred or George torturing their younger sister, who seemed her greater ally.
A very red faced Ginny entered the room, throwing the door open again, and slamming it shut. Harry got a better look at her face as she turned to storm away from the door. Ron burst out laughing, Hermione groaned crooning over to her side, and Harry found it hard himself to hold the hysterics inside. Ginny's hair was splattered with that of odd black inks, and her face was covered in the lot of it. The only thing that wasn't covered in black muck, were her vivid green eyes that at the moment, were filled with a distinct hint of agitation.
"I will kill them…someday I will." She muttered angrily, wiping at the black muddy liquid dripping from her face. The problem was, that the whole of it, seemed to be stuck or glued in it's place. She shrieked again, throwing her hands up in the air, as Hermione tried to examine it better.
"I'm sure it will come off…I'm sure of it…" she said dabbing at Ginny's face. But Ginny was having none of it, and shoved her hands away.
"That's alright; mom'll take care of it." Ron said yawning and pushing Harry over to lie on his bed. Ginny shot him a look, nothing short of hell, and Harry moved form her glare.
"Not so funny when they do it to you!" she spat back at him. He grinned back up at her.
"Sure as HELL is funny when it happens to you!" Harry rolled his eyes smacking Ron in the head.
"Shut it." He mumbled, giving Ginny a small nod. Hermione moved along the wall to stare out the small precariously balanced window in Ron's bedroom wall.
"Your mum says we'll be heading off to get our school things tomorrow Ron." She sat carefully in the window sill. He nodded closing his eyes, and within moments, much to Harry's annoyance, and everyone else's, his mouth fell open and a loud snoring sound came from his throat. Ginny shook her head giggling and looked to him.
"Louder than a troll." She muttered, and Hermione and Harry nodded in fond agreement.