My Father is My Savior Chapter One

Jumping

I stood in the small open window of the Astronomy tower staring out over the dark Hogwarts grounds, gripping the cold stone to keep from falling. My night gown blew against the window, and the cold air made me my body numb.

Shivering I wrapped my arms around me holding tightly, hoping that what I was about to do was the right thing. All I had to do was step on to the half wall and jump, but every time I tried I couldn't. I was too cowardly.

I looked to the sky hoping for the answer to all my questions, but all I found was the bright moon shining down on my pale face. I closed my eyes hoping that the pale light would give me some warmth, some sort of living feeling. But all I felt was numb, and the horrible memories returned.

"She's nothing but a stupid first year!" shouted a mean-looking Slytherin girl.

"And she's a Mudblood," added another, sneering as she did so.

Shivering in fear I backed into the corner of the cold dungeon. Whatever I had done to get in such a horrible place, I'd never know.

"No where to go, you ugly filth." The first snarled, and the other gave out a loud shriek for a laugh.

Soon the tears rolled down my face. What had I done to be treated so horribly? I hadn't even said a thing to them, always kept to myself, and never once did a thing to displease. Yet they tortured me for the last two years of my life just for having a muggle for a mother. I'm not even a muggle-born.

Staring at the stars in the sky, I said in my mind the different constellations. I paused for only a moment on Sirius - the Dog Star. It was the name of my father, and that was all my mother really knew of him. He had disappeared shortly after she got pregnant with me. I never told anyone about him though I secretly wanted to just so they could tell me who he was if they knew at all.

The wind blew harder then it did before, and I spread my arms as if I was a bird. If only, I could fly far, far away from this place; from this world. The stone walls offered comfort to the many others that attended school with me. This place was like a second home to them, but to me it was hell. Worse then my home back in England. My mother married another man, not my father, when I was nine. At first I thought he was nice, and good to my mother and I. But in the summer after they married, he became vial, and hit my mother.
My mother had called the police on him, and he went to jail. There were countless court hearing's, where he continuously said he felt bad for hitting my mother. He went to jail for a month, than left on the condition that he would attend Anger Management classes.

It was like old times. He never hurt my mother, and I was happy again. I had a father. I was twelve then, so naive. He did not know I was witch, only that I went away to boarding school in Scotland. My mother had always been frightened that if he knew he would leave, and so did I. So it remained a secret.

The first time I noticed he was not quite right was when he yelled at my mother for their being no milk in the fridge. He had been so angry, I was sure he was going to hit her. But he didn't. He walked away. But again it happened. He was angry with me for loosing one of his favourite pens. He hit me so hard in the face it left a large bruise on my left cheek. He told me to never tell a soul or he would kill me. I had been so frightened, I did as he said, and lied to my mother about it the next morning.

I shivered in the cold air again. The memory scared me even now. It had been the building block to what he had done next. I had let him believe he could get away with anything he did to me, and when he saw the bruise on my face he decided that it was 'a shame to destroy such a beautiful face.' He never hit me after that. But what he did was much worse. He watched me, every where. He would have me sit on his lap as if I were a little girl. He would come behind me, and lean his head on my shoulder, running his lips on my neck. It scared me, but I didn't know what to do. My mother never saw, she was always working. But eventually it led to more, more than I had ever thought he would do.

"You're a pretty girl, do you know that?" My step-father said grinning one night that my mother wasn't home.

I looked at him and tried to smile not wanting to anger him, knowing I would only be hurt in the end. Knowing he would come into my room at night and stare at me; knowing he grab my ass again.

He reached out with his hand and slowly rubbed my bare arm. I pulled away moving to put the milk back in the fridge. He quickly grabbed my arm, and pushed me up against the opposite wall roughly. I cringed as he pushed me up, forcing himself on me.

"Un-zip my pants, or you will be in more pain then you are now." He snarled, and I did as he told me to do.

He choked me, not wanting me to make any noise. I gasped for air as the world around me started going black, as tears fell down my cheeks. He loosened his grip on my neck, knowing that I was probably dying, and he wouldn't want that on his hands. But it wasn't enough for me to escape.

I knew if I tried to escape he would hurt me more then he all ready was. I looked away from his ugly face, and saw on the floor was my wand. I tried desperately to reach for it, concentrating as hard as I could to make it move into my hand.

My fear grew, and I tried not to look at the man who had deceived me so well. Then out of no where he yelped in pain, stumbling backwards blinking dumbly at me. I fell to the floor gasping for breath holding my throat as it throbbed in pain.

"What was that?" He shouted at me.

I reached for my wand pointing it at him. "I'll hex you if you…come near me!" I shouted meekly.

He let out a laugh, zipping up his pants. "Right, like your some kind of witch?"

I would have laughed right back at him if I had not been in the situation. "Petrificous Totalus!" I shouted and watched as he crumbled to the floor straight as a board.

I quickly raced past his frozen body, and to my room. I packed my trunk, and got my cloak getting ready to leave. I fled my home afraid what would happen if I stayed. The night was cold just like the one tonight was…

Tears ran down my face, and I let out a small sob. I had spent every day trying to forget that memory. I stared down at the bottom of the castle, and felt a chill go up my spine. It was a long way down to the bottom. I looked to the skies.

"Dad if you're up there I….just wanted to say I love you. As much as all the things that happened in my life may be because of you, I never forgot that I would see you again. And well I guess I'll be seeing you sooner then you thought." I looked down, feeling sick for a moment.

Squatting, I leaned forward over the edge, I closed my eyes tightly trying to regain control. Opening them again, I stood up slowly, holding the wall tightly. The wind gave one last large gust, and I let go of the wall propelling myself forward, squeezing my eyes tight, and waiting for impact. I felt the swoosh of wind under me, and I felt like I was flying. Letting a small giggle of glee as I was finally going to be set free

Until I felt the strong grasp around my tiny arm. My eyes snapped open to see myself flying through the air. I looked up and saw a man who looked very familiar. He was looking at me, while holding on to a great beastly thing that looked like something between a giant chicken and horse.

"Hold on!" the man shouted, and I recognized him. It was Sirius Black! The mad man who had escaped from Azkaban. I had to admit, it was coincidence that he had 'saved' me, when his name was the same as my father's. But I was sure it was a popular name. Slowly he pulled me up, and without wanting to I grabbed his middle, as the giant bird turned. "Tighter, or you'll go flying off the back end!" he shouted, and I squeezed tighter as the great bird swooped upwards.

We were soaring through the air for what seemed like hours, until the giant bird slowly glided to the ground. I wondered why the man hadn't left me to die, sure that an ex-Death Eater would not care if a helpless mudblood as myself fell to my death.

When the bird stopped, landing gracefully to the ground. I looked around to see us on a mountain top. Quickly I stumbled off the animal, making some distance between myself and Sirius Black not wanting to get hurt.

"No need to fear, I am not what they say I am." He muttered, starting to pull the giant bird into a cave. "Of course you wouldn't believe me." He let out a bark of laughter that caused me to jump.

He went inside the cave, and after a few minutes returned staring at me. "Coming or not? It's a nice hide out that Dumbledore's set up here for me." He grinned at me, and I felt a shiver go down my spine. Dumbledore helped him escape?

The sky above let out a roll, that sounded all too much like thunder, and just as Sirius turned to go into the cave, I ran after him.

I followed him down the cave, where I could see a fire lit at the end. "What's your name?" he asked glancing at me briefly.

My lip quivered slightly, "Monica Green." I said.

He looked at me again with a curious look, and then turned back. "Well Monica Green, I will take you back to Hogwarts tomorrow, but as I am sure you realize, I need to get away quickly." He paused for a moment, and I only nodded, not trusting myself to speak yet. "Well, no need to introduce myself, I sure. You already know who I am." He sat down on the cave floor in front of the fire, putting his hands close looking for warmth.

My body trembled; all I was wearing was a thin night gown. I looked around the cave scared. Everything happened so quickly. I was now in a cave with a man who is said to have killed hundreds of people, and he was talking to me as if I just met him on the street.

"Are you going to sit down or what?" Sirius asked, unease in his voice.

I looked at him, my grey eyes searching his. They seemed so familiar, it was strange. I broke my gaze from him and sat across from him. He stared at me for a few moments, before looking into the fire. "What were you doing?" he asked.

I looked at my pale hands. His voice sounded so sincere, it was hard to keep myself from answering. "Nothing," I said.

He looked up and smirked annoyingly. "Really, so jumping off of towers counts as nothing these days, does it?" he shifted a little. "Forgive me, but I have been out of the 'loop' for a while." He gave me a wiry grin, but I could see that he was tired.

"Well if you must know, than…" I trailed off finding it harder than I thought it was to say it.

"You don't have to tell me, I can guess for myself." Sirius said his face softening as he spoke. "How old are you?" He asked.

"Thirteen," I answered, and quickly wished I hadn't thinking of my step-father.

He frowned, "So are too young, same age as my godson." He told me.

I nodded unsure of what to say.

"You may know him, of course I won't tell you his name." He went on. "I hadn't seen him since he was just a baby. Of course I've been in prison for being in a part of the murder of his parents." His face darkened, and his voice grew hoarse. He looked at me and grinned again. "Of course those are stories for later."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around me for some warmth. I didn't need him to tell me the name of his godson now. I could put two and two together. He had gone to prison for taking part in the murder of James and Lily Potter. Harry Potter –or also known as the-boy-who-lived- was his godson.I stared into the fire pulling my knees to my chest as rain lashed outside.

I heard Sirius stand up, and then come behind me. Before I could react, he was placing his worn cloak around my shivering shoulders. "You seem to need it more then I do."

I nodded my thanks, feeling the warmth of the fire on my face. The giant bird moved closer to us, and lied down. Sirius leaned on the beast's stomach and stared in the fire. "What house were you in Monica?" he asked.

I looked at him gravely. "Slytherin, but I should have been in Hufflepuff." I muttered, and turned back to the fire. "I'm utterly useless."

"And why would that place you in Hufflepuff?" he asked.

I looked at him darkly. "How come you grabbed me, instead of letting me fall to my peace? Now I'm stuck in this god-forsaken cave with a convicted murderer." I asked him angrily.

"Okay, okay… I won't ask questions, and you don't ask me." He turned back to the fire, and the silence fell again.

I didn't mind it, it gave me time to think. When he was asleep I would find a way to get off the mountain and find the nearest person to tell where he was hiding… but I'd have to wait for him to fall asleep.

"You can sleep you know, I am not going to hurt you." Sirius said after another hour of us not talking.

I looked at him droopy eyed. I knew there was no way for me to escape this night. And for some reason the man who I believed to be a killer was so friendly. People say he should have gone mad after going to Azkaban for so many years, but this man seemed so normal. Well normal as one can be I thought.

Slowly I moved beside him leaning against the best, holding the cloak around my tiny frame.

Finally one last question came from Sirius Black before I slept. "What was so horrible that made you jump?" he asked in a whisper.

"My life," I muttered falling into a deep sleep.

Updated August 8/07A/N: Now there is the first chapter to MFIMS, and I hope you all enjoyed it. After re-reading this, I realized that I didn't do a very good job at clearing things. So, I have decided to re-write most of the story. Everything is staying the same, with a few minor changes, mostly to make it a bit more belivable as well as so that more loose ends are tied up. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review!