Title: The Last Black
Author: Ravyn89... or FanFreak
Summary: Sirius Black had a daughter. When Wynnifred Black was two, Sirius was framed for murder and she was forced to live in an orphanage. She'd spent most of her life being told she'd turn out just like her parents: evil. So she pretended not to be her parent's daughter. In fact she did so so much that Wynnifred didn't call Sirius her dad until the moment he died. Now he's dead, Voldemort is officially back, and Wynnifred is going to have to make sure that the same thing doesn't have to the person she loves more than anything: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Wynnifred is my character. She has been mine for years and years and years. No stealing!
Author's Note: Welcome to my longest running fandom in the history of me writing fanfics. Back in my pathetic years of Harry Potter I had created a mary-sue who evolved into Sirius' daughter. After a while she developed quite a bit up until the point that her story could stand quite alone from the Harry Potter books so I stopped writing about her. However, I'm feeling nostalgic and I realized I never got her farther than book five. Half-blood Prince and Deathly Hallows came out and I never bothered to find out what would have happened to Wynnifred during these years.
Basically: This is me pathetically reconnecting my early years. Do not read if you're not willing to remember that I'm not trying to write something entirely serious. I mean for this to be pathetic. But that does not mean my writing will necessarily suffer and I will try to be creative with the story line. I know you don't want to reread HBP (and if you did, you'd pick up the actual book) and I don't want to rewrite it.
If you have something to say about my actual character or my writing, please review. If you only want to say how overly done this idea is, and how I'm ruining Rowling's work, etc etc etc... Don't review. I don't care for your opinion. I'm not in any need of hearing it either. I already know all that. Thank you, but no thank you.
For those of you equally as pathetic/nostalgic as me ^_^ Enjoy.
It should have become easier after all this time to be homeless. Or rather, to move yet again because circumstances had changed. But this time Wynnifred Black was too keenly aware of the reasons behind this sudden multiple change in residence. There was nothing that could have gotten her ready for this.
Nobody can be prepared to lose their father. Let alone to watch them die before your very eyes while powerful to stop it.
Wynnifred shuddered as she sat upon the front porch of the orphanage she had inhabited on and off for the past sixteen years. The matron seemed happy to finally see her go since Wynnifred often brought undue trouble to the sparse shelter. She looked left and right down the narrow cobbled street that wound in front of the building, waiting for Professor Albus Dumbledore to appear already so she could live this childish nightmare behind.
At two years old Wynnifred had watched her mother killed and the Death Eater responsible – Bellatrix Lestrange – set up the Dark Mark. That innocent green sign of Lord Voldemort's destruction would haunt Wynnifred's dreams for many years to come. She still wasn't quite past them though she had managed to fool many of those around her who cared enough to notice these things.
Remus Lupin, for instance. She had lived with him three times. The first had been directly after watching her mother's murder as he had been called to pick her up. That had lasted a total of three days before the Ministry of Magic decided Wynnifred would grow up better in a muggle orphanage. Away from the Wizarding World as they had discovered that not only was her mother a supposed Death Eater but her father, Sirius Black, was a mass murderer.
How wrong they had been on both accounts. Perhaps not too wrong about Wynnifred's mother, Drysi, but they didn't take into the account that a Dark Mark had obviously been placed above the woman's dead body. Drysi had been marked a traitor. She had, from the moment she received the Dark Mark on her skin, been a spy for Dumbledore.
Wynnifred had been refused by the Board of Governors to attend Hogwarts as they were frightened what would happen if she started to learn magic. So instead at age eleven she had moved in with Remus Lupin where she learned magic from him for about a year and a half. When he nearly attacked her as a werewolf, Wynnifred had found herself back at the orphanage.
Frustrated from her lack of familial ties and the wizarding world keeping her from Hogwarts, as they labored under the assumption she would turn out just like her parents, Wynnifred started to teach herself dark magic. This caught the Ministry's attention and she was unceremoniously chucked into Azkaban for doing so. Dumbledore caught wind of this and wasn't pleased. Fudge caved and allowed Wynnifred to stay at Hogwarts but she wouldn't be able to attend classes.
So for a while the castle became her home. She wasn't allowed near students and teachers could only give her lessons in between teaching official classes and grading papers. Most of Wynnifred's learning was done in the library and Dumbledore gave her permission to browse the Forbidden Section. When Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban Dumbledore used that for leverage. A compromise was reached: Wynnifred could attend classes only if Dementors were allowed to guard the school.
At that time Wynnifred had been nearly fifteen but her schooling in complete. Nobody quite believed she'd be able to pass her O.W.L.s. Because of that and because Dumbledore had a sick humor Wynnifred ended up in third year classes alongside Harry Potter. Though her relationship with him and his friends started out poorly – first because she was simply suspicious and then because they found out she was Black's daughter – the incident with the Time Turner proved her to be trustworthy.
There fourth year brought Harry and Wynnifred closer together, but not quite the way Wynnifred would have liked. Since the end of third year she found she had developed a crush on the noble Potter and his willingness to allow Wormtail to live despite what he did to Harry's parents. Wynnifred didn't have that sort of decency. Still, she tried to be patient and simply be Harry's friend while helping him stay alive during the Tournament.
It hadn't been easy trying to help Harry cope with Cedric Diggory's death. Their fifth year Harry had always been quick to anger, yelling at his own friends. Among them, Wynnifred was the only one that had the guts to yell back. She angered Harry herself on occasion by trying to get him not to pick fights with Umbridge and even forewarning her of a break in to her office when Harry tried to "rescue" Sirius.
This time, though. This time Wynnifred was emotionally all over the place. She had managed to put on a brave face at the end of the year, keep her troubles to herself except for one faithful conversation with Harry in his dormitory.
"I just want to be alone, Fred," Harry had said as she entered the dormitory.
"I know," Fred responded. "I'll be alone with you."
They had sat in silence for a few moments while Harry sat on his bed not bothering to pack anymore. Fred had taken a seat on Ron's bed, staring at the back of Harry's head. She'd wanted to sit next to him and comfort him but that probably wouldn't have been best for either of them.
"You're not the only one that feels miserable, Harry," Fred had finally said bitterly. "Don't you think that every time I look in the mirror I don't get frightened because I look so much like him! I haven't brushed my hair in a week now… Is that why you won't look at me? Well?"
"Yes!" Harry had snapped, turning around to face her. "Yes, you remind me of him. And I'm sorry, okay. I of all people ought to know better."
Tears had brimmed in Fred's eyes. She hadn't cried since that night. And even then it had been less over her father than over Harry. That stupid fool that had chased after Bellatrix and found himself facing down Voldemort. The dark wizard had made it inside Harry's head somehow and it had frightened Fred, like nothing else in the world had.
She was afraid she'd lose Harry. Her Harry. The one that she loved so dearly. She couldn't let him go. She couldn't go much longer without saying something or she'd lose him without saying it just like her father…
But right then hadn't been the time. Fred had realized that.
"We're not meant to be rational people right now," Fred whispered, his throat tight with emotion. "We just lost our family, Harry. We both did. I lost my father. Again. You lost your godfather. I miss him. You miss him. We're all we've got left Harry…"
She still wasn't quite certain which part had moved Harry to get to his feet and walk over to sit next to Fred and hug her. It was a mutual supportive hug, each of them crying tears into the other's shoulder. Fred hated herself for making Harry believe that this was the comfort of a brother and a sister. But if that's what he had needed right then to feel better than Fred would give it.
Ever since she'd been a walking mess. Fred hadn't exaggerated when she said it had been difficult to look in the mirror. Her gaunt grey eyes were a dead ringer to her father's. The pale pallor of her skin could just have easily been a Black family trait as well as the affects of just that short month in Azkaban. Her dark black hair, bangs grown out over the years, hung in matted locks around her face as she truly hadn't bothered to take care of it since school had let out.
There was a faint pop from behind Fred and she got to her feet to watch Dumbledore walk out of the threes on the backside of the orphanage. Why hadn't she thought of that? She tried a weak smile at the Headmaster, knowing that her eyes were probably red from her early morning cry and a completely lack of sleep. Fred hated looking like this in front of Dumbledore and hated even more the idea of arriving at Harry's in this state.
Dumbledore clucked his tongue then pulled out his wand, waving it toward Fred's hair. She reached up and patted it, suddenly feeling it in its usual silky and brushed state.
"I don't suspect you want to see Harry looking like you just crawled out of your grave," chuckled Dumbledore.
Fred frowned. "Where did I sleep in the castle during the summer?"
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore's eye and he smiled down at Fred. It seemed like a Dumbledore type thing to do but she was going to make sure. Talk about graves put her in mind of how close Harry had come last year. She wasn't going to take an imposter Dumbledore to his house.
"Where you slept during the year as well," said Dumbledore. "In the room off of my office."
"Sorry, Professor," Fred said, relaxing slightly. "Just had to make sure."
"Oh, I quite agree," said Dumbledore. "And the best of us ought to be as paranoid as you, Miss Black." Fred cringed at the reminder that she was the last Black. The portrait of her ancestor, Phineas, had almost forgotten her before catching her cleaning out her room at Grimmauld place and giving her a lecture on how to keep the Blacks alive.
"However," Dumbledore had continued, and Fred tried not to remember her last few days in her family home… even if it had never felt like her home. "I fear that your paranoia could be dangerous to you."
"I'm sure Hermione will keep me under control," Fred said, reaching out for Dumbledore's arm. She knew how to apparate, after all she was a legal adult by wizarding world standard. But this way they wouldn't get separated. However she paused when she noticed Dumbledore's blackened hand. "I don't suppose you care to…"
"Not today, Wynn," said Dumbledore and she gave him a dirty look for using her childhood nickname. She quite preferred Fred. "Not today."
She wasn't going to argue. And even the irritation at being called "Wynn" seemed to be smothered up by something inside her. It was alike all of her emotions had been roped off except for her grief. Fred took a deep breath and instead gripped Dumbledore's left hand, turning with him on the spot.
I apologize that the majority of this first chapter is summary. But I think it is important for those of you that care to know what Wynnifred has gone through. At least the first scene I wrote isn't really a rewrite of some scene in HBP. I apologize in advance because there probably will be some like that. Mostly because I just want to see how Wynnifred will interact in the story and don't always want to come up with some way that it'll go differently. This is an story of emotional development of a character, that is the purpose me writing it, not to come up with my own story.
Again, only review if you're going to mention my writing or my character. Do not flame me for having an overdone storyline, etc. I don't care!