Disclaimer: Dang it, I done already told you, I ain't ownin' no Harry Potter. Whoa, don't know where that came from. Sorry you had to see that side of me, folks.

A/N: So, this is another new story. I'm just kinda spitting them out at the moment (its summer break, I'm home alone and single. Not much to do except let my butt fall asleep while I sit at the computer). This is, as titled, called Life and Times with Saffron Black. It is a great possibility that this will be a Bill Weasley story later on, if anything (I don't really like Fleur and I apologize to all who do). Thank you for your time.

For many who may or may not know, the Black family was graced with a very special little girl, born nearly eleven years after me. She was named Saffron, little Ronny, I liked to call her. She was an angel, an incredibly sweet girl, carefree and there was always a smile on that cute little face, framed with beautiful black curls.

We never got to spend much time together seeing as how I was away at Hogwarts and during the summer she was always 'away' for most of the summer. Dear mother made sure of that. But luckily, my little sister was smart and not easily brainwashed as the rest of our family had been. She was sorted into Gryffindor like I was. I'm sure mother was furious.

Though mother kept her as far away from me as she could, Saffron knew about me and always managed to write me some kind of letter, even after I had run away to go stay with the Potters and I sent them back as best as I could. I liked to think that I had a positive influence on her, that I kept her from falling into the clutches of our Pureblood obsessed sadistic family.

What makes my sister so special, though, wasn't her cheery disposition or her intelligence or strong nature. It's her magical aptitude, the fact that any and every spell she cast, any and every potion she made came out right, perfect, rivaling Lily Potter to the fullest. It's the way she knows things, the way her inner mind is so incredibly open. Of course, Professor Trelawney marked her as an up and coming Seer, 'likely to rival my Sight some day'. Though, I'm sure many would admit that at the tender age of thirteen, little Ronny had more skill when it came to the Sight than Trelawney had in her little finger.

James used to joke around, saying he believed that Ronny had been adopted, seeing as how she was so opposite from our entire family, including me at times. Her smile contrasted greatly with the scowls my family were known to wear. She was always kind, no matter whom the person was, even Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape (though she admitted to me that she didn't think that they were very nice).

If anything, besides the fact that I could turn into a dog and avoid the Dementors, it was her letters and her occasional visits to Azkaban after she'd learn to Apparate that kept me sane. She often visited the prison with Nymphadora (excuse me, Tonks), her second favorite person in the world. There were pretty close to the same age and had a lot in common so Saffron often turned to her for counsel when I wasn't able to help. Of course, mother knew of none of this until Saffron told her, a day before she ran away, newly graduated from Hogwarts. I had been an Azkaban since her third year of school. Saffron would make an excellent Secret Keeper if ever chosen to be one.

Now, thirteen years later, after I escaped from Azkaban and then, later on, Hogwarts with the help of Harry and his friends, flying away on a hippogriff in search of my sister. Last I had heard of her, she was happily working in a Muggle carnival as their Fortune Teller.

Luckily Mother was already dead or she'd probably have a heart attack. Her daughter working for and with Muggles. The thought of it! It made me laugh.

I missed my little sister so much (clearly) and was excited to finally see her again.

I just hoped she wanted to see me just as much. My going to prisoner had been hard on her, I knew. Tonks told me how people picked on her, ran from her in the hallways saying she'd "freak out" and murder people. Many people avoided her that year, except for Tonks and a couple of other friends she had in her house and the others. Of course, many of the Slytherins decided they wanted to be her friend knowing she was the younger sister of a 'mass murderer'.

I was surprised to hear that she'd had stuck up for me on a number of times, though, loosing her cheery nature to tell people off occasionally, which I didn't think was at all possible. But I had made that year horrible for her and a couple of years after that. I had been hoping to make up everything to her after I'd gotten my name cleared but many know that that didn't happen.

But I'd find her, and I'd do my best even if I couldn't do much. She was, after all, the best little sister a guy could ask for. And she sure as hell had kept my life happy, even through everything. I wanted to introduce her to Harry, of course, for I was sure she'd love him. . . . And I could count on her to take care of him if anything happened. I also wanted her to be with me when and if we went back to Grimmuald place because I already knew that when the time came for us to go back to that damn house, I wouldn't be able to do it by myself.

I lived because of her. And now, I had my chance to see her again, thankfully. My wonderful little sister.

I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without Saffron Black.