Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the amazing woman who owns all these characters and places, except my OCs. This is my first Fic, so be honest. Let me know if it's terrible. I want to write actual books someday, and someone once told me that this was a good way to practice, but for it to work; I need feedback, so tell me what you think. Chapter 1 is going to cliff hang until I know if it's worth continuing.
"That child is familiar." Sirius gave the boy a pat on the head. "But I cannot quite put my finger on just what it is." The boy looked up at him and smiled, then ran and hid behind his mother. "I actually get that more than you would believe. Alex just has that look I guess."
Alex is four years old. He has sandy blonde hair which he never allows to let his mother cut, so it hangs in his eyes, which are stark green and wild. His left cheek has a small set of scars, just at the jaw line. His new favorite person for the past few hours since his arrival has been Sirius Black and he is worn out.
"He doesn't look much like you, just those eyes. You both have the greenest eyes I've ever seen." Sirius turned to the woman sitting across from him, but she did not respond.
Sarah Yancey sat in silence for a moment taking in her situation. Just this morning she was at home, getting ready for work and making her son his breakfast before the nanny came. Then Professor Dumbledore himself showed up and requested that they relocate to some old town house in London which belongs to the not guilty but famously crazy Sirius Black, who is surprisingly friendly and supportive. It was more surreal than she could imagine. There are ten million thoughts running though her mind. What was the danger that forced her out of her home? What would it be like seeing him? And just what would he think of Alex?
She thinks of asking Sirius if he would mind letting her dust. Call it a mother's intuition, but all this dust is just begging for sweet, mischievous Alex to ruin his clothes going through EVERYTHING. At this thought she smiles, and turns to face the man on the opposite side of the table, who is currently intently staring at Alex, who is playing on the floor. Sheepishly she spoke up. "You know his father, I'd say pretty well too." She said. Sirius puzzled for a moment then snapped his fingers, and then he shook his head. "Thought I had it, but I was wrong, so just tell me." She paused, and then looked at her feet, then back to her son. "His father, I know you know him. Believe you and the gang you ran with called him Moony."