Hey every one I disided to fix up this Chapter because it didn't sound right when I read it over so I just added a bit more to it and fixed it up.
The Story: Claire Black grew up not knowing who her real father was and who she was destined to become a witch at Hogwarts, she then starts then year off in her third year, and meets new family, and amazing friends. All the while she knows she has a criminal for a father and a grandfather who can see past any lie...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own Claire and Helga the rest belong to JKR.
NOTE: I made some mistakes in this story but as I had realized my mistake long after I had written most the Chapters I did not change the others...the error I made was Bella, Andromeda, and Narcissa were Sirius' sisters...Sorry about that if I confused any one!
Helga Dumbledore had grown up a witch she attended Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry her house was Ravenclaw. She remembered Hogwarts fully because it is the place she met her fiancé and learned spells she could use for any thing she loved how her life was going and after seven years at Hogwarts and engaged to be married she was happy, it wasn't until a year after they finished Hogwarts, her best friend Lilly Potter had a boy named Harry she too was expecting a child that September. Yet happiness would not shine on them all for long Lilly and her husband were killed but an evil wizard named Voldemort. Her fiancé became a prime suspect but what happened after that changed the way things would turn out. She had Claire the day her fiancé was arrested. And for thirteen years she didn't hear a word about him after that.
All that Helga knew was that he had been put into Azkaban, the place where all evil witches and wizards went … but Helga wanted to forget it all move away from the wizarding world and raise her daughter as a muggle.
She looked at her from the kitchen window Claire was like her father in so many ways, but she had the eyes of hers and Helga's father Albus Dumbledore. The were the same eyes that were suppose to see past any lie, a talent Claire did not posess very well.
Claire looked over at her mother staring at her; she wondered why she always had that sad look on her face. Claire waved at her mother and Helga smiled back and waved.
Helga turned on the radio then wandered off to the kitchen to make lemonade.
Claire ran in form out side to listen to the radio when the next report made her body freeze at the message the reporter delivered
This just in we have been informed that there is an escaped convict by the name of Sirius Black officials say he is very dangerous and citizens are asked to report any sightings of him
Helga ran to the radio, Claire rounded on her mother temper blazing in her eyes.
"They said his name…mum what is this why did they say my dads name, I want to know?" Claire said.
Helga shut off the radio and looked at her daughter, "Claire please go outside now, just go!"
"But mum!" Claire protested
"Go! Claire." Helga said once again
Claire gave her mother a defiant look then ran for the door tears streaming down her face…
"How could she lie to me, why would she lie to me… and he's a criminal tell me please what is going on!" She yelled to the night which only responded with the sound of scrapping from behind her.
The two people stopped and stared at one and other surprised that some one would be out at his time, Harry stared at Claire, and Claire stared right back at him.
"Hello…" she said after a moment "Do you know where I am?"
"Yes Magnolia drive, what are you doing here?" Harry asked the girl
"I just ran from home, I had a row with my mum." She said sinking to the curb.
Harry set his trunk down, "well I myself have had quite the night, what happened to you?" Harry asked wanting to avoid his problem.
"It's my father she told me he was dead all these years, and then just now I heard his name on the news, and I know it was him I don't think there are a lot of Sirius Black's out there." She said.
"I just heard about him today on the news, he's suppose to be dangerous or something…they didn't say too much on the subject." Harry said.
"Yeah well she lied to me and I really wish I could still trust her." Claire told him.
Harry turned his head he heard a noise he stood up wand ready "Lumos" Harry said not caring that the muggle girl was there, but he had heard the name Sirius Black earlier that day …then he saw them two yellow eyes Harry let out a yell.
Claire looked at the stick he had pulled out of his pocket fixated by the light on the end of the stick he carried when she too saw the eyes. But the boy had fallen on to the road she jumped on him the rolled him off the road in time as a large purple tripledecker bus screeched to a halt before them.
"Oh boy!" the sighed together.
Claire got off of him and he sat up "Are you ok um…"
"Harry" he grunted as he took her hand she offered to help him up.
"I'm Claire." She said
The doors too the bus opened as the two stared at the young man that came out, "Ahem welcome to the night bus a bus that only witches and wizards can see, as indicated on the side…emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard…" He trailed off as he looked at the two still holding hands, he looked side to side.
"Choo runnin away to get married or something?" asked the boy.
Claire blushed a violent red and let go of Harry's hand she turned away when she looked to the ground she saw a tiny key on the ground near where they saw the eyes and she bent down and quickly pocketed it.
"No I just met her…um did you say stranded? I need a ride." Harry said not noticing Claire's sudden movement.
"Woss that?" he asked lazily pointing at his head.
Claire looked at Harrys fore head and saw the lightning shaped mark there, she wondered what it was for, knowing by now Harry was no average person.
Harry flattened his hair "Nothing…" he said.
"And you r name is??" he asked
"Neville Longbottom." He lied
"And you?" he asked looking at Claire
She didn't want to say her real name, "Helga Du-Dumbledore." She said trembling.
Harry looked at her and wondered why a muggle would ultimately think of the last name Dumbledore, "How do you…" Harry started
"Alright!" The boy interrupted, "Stan Shunpike, I'll be your conductor where would you two like to go?"
"I would like to go to London" said Harry quickly.
"Alright that's eleven sickles." He said
Harry was about to open his back when he remembered the girl.
"Do you want to come?" Harry asked she did after all save his life he figured he may as well take her some where.
"Where ever you're going is fine with me." Claire said.
"Twenty-two sickles then please." Said Stan
Claire dug around in her pocket she didn't know what a sickle was but she had pounds maybe they would work.
"Is five pounds okay?" she asked Stan.
He started to laugh… "What are ya a muggle or something I figured some one related to the great Albus Dumbledore would know muggle money doesn't work any where here."
Clair bit her lip, Harry stepped forward "its okay I have the money for both of us."
"Alright Neville lets get going shall we." Stan said as he helped Harry lift his trunk.
"Thank you Harry." Claire whispered as she jumped on the bus.
As the stepped on both Harry and Claire were shocked that there were beds instead of seats it almost looked like some ones bedroom on there, there was two empty ones in the front near the driver.
"Artie this is Neville Longbottom and Helga Dumbledore, their going to London." Stan said.
Harry and Claire looked at each other nervous looks on their faces.
Claire was wondering though where the key that was in her pocket came from and what she was going to do about her mother who at the same time was worrying about her daughter.
The real Helga Dumbledore had gone to her attic and pulled out a long stick which was her old wand she had not used in thirteen years, she taped the top of her head and reappeared down at the bottom of the stairs, "Good the old wand still works." She said turning to the front door which to her surprise was slightly open. Helga looked around cautiously she tuned and came face to face with the last person she thought she would ever see.
"Hello Helga…"
Thank you!