this is an idea that jumped into my head unexpectedly and i had to start writing it down. review your opinions please? dont be too harsh, its my first fanfic.

disclaimer: i obviously dont own Harry Potter.

Albus Dumbledore impatiently stood next to Sirius Black, uncertain as to why he was being so hesitant to go inside 12 Grimmauld Place. It was quite cold outside and the ghastly weather, along with having to have been rounding up the members of the Order, had been wearing Albus' patience thin. He sighed deeply, and took a look at the man who was standing next to him, staring at the apartment complex with a look that seemed to be a mixture of hope, fear, uncertainty, and guilt. Figuring it was time for the two to finally make a move into the house to determine if it would be fit to have as order headquarters, Albus spoke.

"Sirius, perhaps we should go inside now?" Albus was sure to keep his voice in a slightly joking, yet caring tone that showed none of his annoyance or disdain of being here in the first place. No, it was best to not let Sirius know that his actions were making Albus want to do something similar to dumping his body in the river, so he kept a small smile on his face so that his nice grandfatherly headmaster persona was kept.

Sirius took a deep breath, and ran a hand through his long unruly hair. "Yes, I suppose we should, eh?" Yet he made no move whatsoever.

Albus wanted nothing more than to huff in annoyance and shout at Sirius, but knew it would not be wise at all. SO instead he decided to try to figure out why exactly, the animagus had no desire to enter 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Is there any particular reason you're so hesitant to enter, may I ask?" Albus kept a concerned tone.

Another deep breath from Sirius. "Well, I guess you'll know once we enter." Sirius muttered, and to Albus' delight and relief, performed the proper incantations to enter the home.

Albus had been expecting quite a disaster area, he had been thinking they would enter and be attacked by some beast that had taken resident of the abandoned home, what he hadn't been expecting was what they walked into.

The big place looked quite homely, it was warm and Albus was certain he heard a fire roaring somewhere within its depths. It wasn't the least bit dirty, and was welcoming. There was even the slight sound of, hm, perhaps it was 'Blue Danube' by Strauss? It was quite pleasing to Dumbledore, and as he took a deep breath he caught the sent of cinnamon and vanilla, along with the faint sent of something he couldn't quite recognize, but it was heavenly. A few moments after they were inside, however, the faint strains of 'Blue Danube' stopped and the house was unnaturally quiet.

Albus gave Sirius a curious look, which turned to confusion once he saw the look that was now on his face. This time his expression was complete joy, and once again hope as well as disbelief, and he stood with his arms limply hanging at his sides, and his mouth slightly open. As Albus was about to open his mouth to comment on either his expression or the state of the home, he was silenced by the flurry of footsteps as a quite odd looking house elf came barreling down the hall towards them.

"Who dare disturbs the residence of the most noble Blacks! Kreacher will not stand for this, no one harms a member of the most noble House of Blacks!" The house elf, apparently named Kreacher, shouted in anger as he ran towards them, brandishing a rather large butcher knife.

"Kreacher, calm down. It's me, Sirius." Sirius blurted out, and the house elf stopped in his tracks.

"Sirius Orion Black?" Kreacher asked in disbelief. "No, not possible, was sentenced to Azkaban."

"Kreacher you dumbshit, it's me." Sirius rolled his eyes, and Kreacher looked severely offended.

"No right to speak to Kreacher in such manner, when Kreacher has taken good care of mistress Talitha whilst no good ever troublesome Sirius Orion was in prison." Kreacher fumed, ranting.

Albus was very, very, very confused. Who was Talitha? Who, exactly, was this house elf? And what were they supposed to do as for using this place as headquarters now that it appears there's a very malicious house elf involved? Albus noticed Sirius' eye positively lit up, which was quite a change from the deadened gaze he had worn since Albus had found him and told him about the order being put back together.

"Where is she?" Sirius excitedly exclaimed, pushing past Kreacher and bounding down the hall out of sight.

Kreachers eyes widened at his loud tone, and hurried after him. Albus followed them up a long staircase.

"Shush! Be quiet stupid idiot! Mistress Talitha is asleep and has school tomorrow, do not wake her with your idiocy!" Kreacher whisper shouted.

That stopped Sirius. He turned to face Kreacher, ignoring Albus.

"I just need to see her. Kreacher, you may hate me but I need to see her, shes, what, seventeen now? Kreacher, please, I understand you hate me and believe me, I hate you as well, but just show me her room. I need to see her with my own eyes." Sirius begged the house elf.

"Mistress Talitha needs her sleep, you see her in morning." Kreacher crossed his arms over his odd gray attire.

Albus decided to break their argument to try and get some answers. "Sirius, just what in the world is going on?"

Sirius rubbed his eyes, and looked defeated. "Kreacher, fetch us some tea. Come, Albus, we can sit in the library."

Albus followed the man into a room which he once again expected to perhaps be neglected and horrid, but was was once again surprised at the wonderful shape it was in. Sirius seemed a bit surprised as well. There were four plush, cozy armchairs, deep emerald in color, and a long plush couch matching the color of the armchairs. The floors were a lovely hardwood, mostly covered by a giant soft white rug on which the furniture rested on. There was a small table in between two of the armchairs, and a large coffee table in front of the couch. Behind the furniture, there were seemingly endless rows of books, which almost all looked as though they hadn't been touched in quite a while.

Sirius sat down on one of the armchairs and rubbed his temple as though he was suffering from a headache, which perhaps he was. It wouldn't be unbelievable, considering Albus had one and he still didn't know what the bloody hell was going on. Albus sat down the armchair directly across from Sirius so they would have an easier time talking, and Kreacher came in with a tray that had two mugs, two spoons, a teapot, and cubes of sugar resting on it. He sat it down on the table and then glared at Sirius before leaving the room, muttering obscenities under his breath.

"So, Sirius, mind telling me just what exactly is going on?" Albus picked up a mug after he had filled it to the brim with tea and plopped four sugar cubes in, then started stirring with his spoon.

Sirius filled his mug with tea, dropped in one sugar cube, and took his time stirring. He drank a bit less then half his mug, refilled it, and then spoke. "Many years ago I was with a girl. We went out a few times, but we weren't anything serious. Then one day she comes over and says shes got big news. I ask her, what? You pregnant or something? I say it as a joke of course, but then she gets wide eyed and goes, who told you? While I'm sitting there like no way." Sirius chuckled for a second, and Albus' grip on his mug tightens. "Turns out we hadn't been as careful as we thought. So nine months go by, suddenly I'm a father. Me, Sirius Orion Black, a father? How am I suppose to do that?"

Albus waited a few moments for Sirius to continue, but he didn't. "What happened then?" Albus gently prodded, trying to not let his shock show. It made no sense, how did Sirius have a child no one knew about?

"The only person that knew was James, Lily, and Remus. I didn't tell Pettigrew," Sirius spat out the name like it was poison, and perhaps for him it was. "Simply because I didn't get the chance to, but thankfully I didn't or god knows what could have happened. So it turns out the girl I was with, Esmeralda, was from the Le Fay heritage, and their family was crazy pureblood obsessed like my own, but they also firmly believed in arranged marriages. But of course, because of her pregnancy, no one wanted to marry her."

Once again Sirius went silent. Albus urged him to continue on once again.

"They turned her over to Voldemort, had her killed. they were going to do the same to Talitha, my daughter, but turns out Voldemort didn't care much for them either, because he killed not only Esmeralda but her family too. So I was forced to raise Talitha alone, but it didn't really matter to me except for I missed her mother terribly. But then, as you know, I was sentenced to Azkaban and had no idea if my daughter was okay." Sirius took another long drink of tea. "But now I know. She's alive, although I do wonder if she's sane considering the only person she's had for company all these years is Kreacher." Sirius let out a small chuckle.

Albus and Sirius sat in silence for quite a long period of time, just trying to let the new information they had both just received sink in. Suddenly, something rather important occured to Albus.

"Why doesn't she attend Hogwarts?" Albus asked, setting down his now empty mug.

A crease appeared in Sirius' forehead. "Good question."

Albus rubbed his tired eyes with his hand, stifling a yawn. "A question, perhaps, better left until morning, when we're both well rested and can think a bit better, wouldn't you agree?"

Sirius nodded, and stood up. "I'll show you one of the guest bedrooms you can use, and I suppose I'll just use my old room."

Albus nodded, and they left the library, exhausted but filled with questions.