The Untold Story of Sirius Black
Chapter 1
Sirius Black knew he was in trouble. Well actually he'd been in trouble twelve hours ago when he'd discovered his friends hideout empty with no signs of a struggle. Now, standing in the middle of a muggle street that had been blown apart by an explosion and was littered in bodies and rubble he knew he wasn't in trouble. He was screwed.
Knowing he had only minutes before the Aurors showed up, and painfully aware of the fact that he'd just broken the promise he had made to his dying wife by putting vengeance before the needs of their precious baby girl, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He tightened his grip on the sleeping baby in his arms, turned on the spot, and disapperated.
Several hours later in a small street in Surrey, a small baby was sleeping on the doorstep of a muggle house with a man peering into the small blanket. He watched the baby sleep for a moment, revelling in what was likely to be the last peaceful moment he would have in a long time. The man's cool grey eyes caught the scar on the babies forehead and sighed heavily. The small two year old child by his side stroked the bundle gently careful not to wake her sleeping friend. ''Hally come?'' she asked her father quietly, as their identical grey eyes met. The man sighed and pressed a kiss to his sleeping godsons head. ''Not tonight, baby, but we'll come back for him soon.'' He picked up the small girl and walked away leaving the sleeping baby behind, satisfied that he was safe and knowing that, for now, he would need the protection Dumbledore had set up. He would find somewhere safe to stay, out of England and away from the Aurors that were searching for him. But he would be back. In a few months, once the immediate threat had passed, he would return for the baby boy he loved like his own. But for now he had to find a safe place to stay for himself and his daughter. Taking a last look at the street that would house his godson for the next few months he wished desperately that his wife were here to tell him he was doing the right thing. Praying that he was, he turned away and vanished into the night.