AN: So i've seen a number of Stories where Sirius Black has a Daughter the same age as Harry and falls in love with him, and i thought that this is an idea i really like so i'm having a go myself. I won't be introducing her yet, but Jessica's Mum is sort of an OC. I will explain that better in a few chapters when she is introduced.

AN2: I will warn you now that this story will contain sex and sexual themes, that is why it is rated M. However the sex won't come until much later when the characters are considerably older. My main justification is that this girl is the daughter of Sirius Black and there is no way i'm having her take after her mother.


Chapter 1

Jessica Marlene Black was troubled baby. Her father had left her to be babysat by the next door neighbour and had never been seen again. The elderly lady looked after Jessica through the night of Halloween 1981, after the girls' father rather hurriedly talked her into it. but when 1st November came the next morning the girls father was never seen again. She contacted police and they placed Jessica into Foster care. Looking through the mans' flat, the police were able to find Jessica's birth certificate, or at least what appeared to be her birth certificate. Several details were confusing, though from the certificate the police learnt both father and daughters name, The Hospital she was born in was down as St Mungos, London; but further investigation failed to turn up any hospital in London or Britain that had the name. Strangely under the category Mother nothing was written. Another curious thing was that at first glance the certificate seemed to hold considerable information but whenever any one sat down to study it as if by magic no one seemed to be able to read anything more into the document. The certificate was assumed to be fake and was stored deep in a police archive, although lost would have been a better term.

So Jessica grew up with the understanding she was abandoned as a baby and that her birth certificate was most likely a forgery. Despite this she retained the name Jessica Marlene Black. In the days after she was left in Foster care she became restless and strange things began to happen around her. A number of Foster carers became terrified as plates spontaneously shattered and books flew across the room every time the baby girl got upset. These problems began to get worse as she grew older and Foster parents began dumping her onto other Foster parents. As the baby became a toddler and the toddler became a little lady, Jessica began to learn certain things. For example: when Foster Mum and Dad sent her to a new Foster Mum and Dad it was because they saw a problem with her. When this kept on happening Jessica came to the foregone conclusion that something was wrong with her and she was not meant to be loved by a Mum and Dad. This made her sad, and she became increasingly resentful to these so called "Mum's and Dad's". As she got older she became more angered with them and as a result more strange and unexpected things happened. When she turned five the Foster parents had even more issues as she brought these problems to school. She once got blamed for dousing an entire class in paint, though how she managed it was beyond anyone's understanding. Later that year she was with a new school and new Foster parents and somehow after a teacher punished her for upsetting other children, when the aforementioned 'others' started it, and gave her time out, she became angry and somehow the class art project that everyone else had spent most of the year working on was ruined. Afterwards Jessica was sent home and asked not to come back. Jessica turned six on 5th August 1986. As a sixth birthday present she was given a new a new Foster home, new 'parents' and a new school.

David Regal was a career politician in the making. He had graduated from university with a degree in Politics and Economics and was itching to become elected as the local MP in the forth coming bi-election. He was in a good position he had great academic credentials he had convinced everyone, including himself, that he cared about charities A, B and C and that he would truly represent the interests of his constituents. His appointment would have been assured but his main rival had managed to portray herself as the loving family woman with her twatt of a husband and their three 'adorable' little brats. Regal needed to somehow gain the upper hand in this election. His wife Selena couldn't have children, which was one of the reasons he married her "no unexpected brats to ruin my great political career" but now he could really do with a child to help woo the 'idiots' he publically called his constituents. One day after an 'outcry' to support victims of child abuse he suddenly came up with an idea, why not Foster a child, it would get him the public boost he needed to ensure that seat in the House of Commons was his. Thanks to an old university buddy working in social services, David and Selena Regal were quickly registered as Foster parents, but the bi-election was less than 3 months away and he had some serious campaigning to do. Unfortunately the only child ready was considered highly troubled. He took a gamble, to try this troubled little girl and hope it wouldn't backfire on him.

Jessica entered her new home. Number 5, Magnolia Crescent, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Let's hope fifteenth's the charm." She thought to herself in less than five years Jessica had gone through fourteen failed Foster families, it was very disheartening but on the plus side it had taught her how to count.

"Jessica welcome, I'm going to be your knew Daddy." Drawled an adult male with a posh accent. Jessica was quite surprised by the impression the man was giving her. Even her most disastrous Foster relationships had started with the 'parents' trying to make her feel wanted, but this mans welcome seemed so false. Jessica was confused by this she had just met the man and was convinced that his lack of welcome to her could not be a result of anything she had done to him. The social worker however didn't seem too see the fraudulence of his welcome. Jessica had to admit he was good, only the experience of so many different Foster families faking regret had taught her how to recognise such a thing.

When the social worker left she tactlessly wishing the Regals "Good Luck". In truth Social service saw right through the Regals political scheming and decided to give them a problem child.

Once the social worker left, both the man and the woman showed a high level of disinterest in the child. Selena Regal led Jessica to a room, upstairs and then simply said "Dinner will be in two hours, I suggest that you unpack and make yourself comfortable."

Jessica didn't know how to feel about this detachment, she knew from the first two words, "Jessica welcome", not the words themselves but the manner they were said in, that she would get no love from anyone here. She was use to rejection by now, she had been shuffled around so many Foster homes and so many social workers it was scary. Without using any words child services had essentially told Jessica that she wasn't wanted. That had hurt her when it had finally dawned on her, she remembered her last Foster father had called her a useless waste of existence after somehow a brand new wooden coffee table appeared to have been sawn in half. Jessica didn't know how it happened but she was unhappy how Foster parents had always treated her like an unstable problem child and the table suddenly split in half. Her Foster Mum told her off for sawing it in half, she expected that but her Foster Dad's words really hurt her. She had been pondering this while looking at the class project, a giant model of a triceratops. Jessica had been told by the teacher she was forbidden from touching it. "I don't want a useless screw-up like you anywhere near our hard work, understood?" The teacher had said to her after making sure no one else would overhear them. Anyway the day after her Foster Dad's put down she was alone in the classroom having her time out after the fight. It was there she came to the realization that now on her fourteenth family no one wanted her around, no one wanted her to exist, no one cared. Dozen's of adults had insinuated that belief. Jessica first thought that maybe they were right. But that thought lasted less than a second, a voice at the back of her head told her that she had done nothing wrong, it wasn't her fault that strange things happen around her. Foster parents, social workers, teachers, they didn't care about her they hated her. She then declared right then and there that she hated them to and that she was going to start making that fact known. Of course at that moment the model Triceratops chose that moment to collapse in on itself. It was as if the glue holding the cardboard, papier-mâché and other assorted materials suddenly decided to cease working and it all came apart.

Ten minutes earlier and Jessica would've been horrified about receiving the blame but at this stage she didn't care that the classes art in the working of nearly a year was suddenly ruined. When the teacher came in and accused her of it's destruction she smiled at her and stated "I didn't you said you didn't want a screw-up like me anywhere near the project." 30 minutes later she never set foot in that school again. The fact that these new Foster Parents seemed to lack any form of love for her disturbed Jessica but she was sure she could bare it.

Deep down she believed that she had been loved once, social services told her that she had been abandoned and all they found were some forged dodgy documents that seemed to pertain to her. When she asked once to see them she was told that they had been lost. She believed that someone out their new who she truly was and that somewhere out their someone did love her for who she was; despite her quirks, her new found attitude against authority figures and despite the fact that strange things happened around her. She and child services did agree on one thing, the strange occurrences that happened around her seemed to be related in some way to her, she didn't believe that this was all coincidence. Something was missing from her life and it was more than the presence of love.

Jessica did make herself comfortable in her new room. There was a chest of draws and a wardrobe but she didn't bother unpacking, the longest she'd been in a foster home was 8 months and the shortest was 5 days, so there was no point in getting to comfortable.

Two hours later Selena Regal came back upstairs and told her to come down for dinner. Jessica followed her into the kitchen and was faced with a plate of macaroni cheese, which she loved. She smiled when she took that first mouthful.

"Do you find something funny young lady?" snapped David Regal

Jessica was startled "No sir." She confusingly stated

"Then why are you smiling?" he demanded

"I… I like Macaroni Cheese?" she responded, unsure as to what was wrong.

Evidentially she done nothing wrong because David now looked rather embarrassed, he thought she was mocking him in some way.

Jessica giggled at him.

"Why are you laughing." He demanded

Jessica smiled at him some more "You're funny!" she declared

"And pray do tell what do you find so funny about me?" he demanded with his posh drawling voice.

At this question Jessica just laughed even more. Giving her up as a nutcase David and his wife tuned her out and began discussing politics and the like whilst ignoring little Miss Black. This hurt Jessica but in way she thought it would be for the best. If Mr and Mrs Regal didn't take an interest in her then at least she didn't have to be disappointed when things fell through.

When Jessica finished she didn't know what to do.

"Are you finished Miss Black?" asked Selena

Jessica was caught off guard slightly by this; earlier in front of the Social Worker Selena Regal had happily called 'Miss Black' by her forename.

"Um… yes?" replied young 'Miss Black'

"Then clear anything left on your plate and put it and your glass in the dishwasher." She replied stiffly.

Jessica did as she was told. She wasn't entirely sure how long this foster relationship would last, but things were not off to a promising start. Still in a few days she would be starting school. Admittedly the last two schools she went to were a disaster, and this one would probably be too, still maybe something nice would come of it.

When the first day of School came, Jessica went with David and Selena to the Headmasters office an hour before start of business and went through the reports of her last two schools. Thankfully her last school couldn't prove that she collapsed the class project (mainly because she didn't) and couldn't put it in her records. However both of her last schools very politely said that she was highly troubled and that staff should be extra vigilant around her. After a welcome to our school speech that was at least somewhat genuine, Jessica was lead to her new class room once her Foster Parents said a half hearted goodbye.

"Hello you must be Jessica." greeted the Primary two teacher with practiced, but not quite artificial, friendliness "My name is Miss Bayleaf I shall be teaching you for the next year."

She then turned to the class, some of whom looked with mild interest at the new girl, "Everyone, allow me to introduce our newest student: Jessica Black. She just moved to Little Whinging recently. I want you all to welcome her to our school and help her adjust to her new surroundings. Now Jessica, please take any one of the vacant seats."

Jessica looked around, out of all the spare seats at all the tables two stood out.

Firstly, there was a spare seat at a table attended by a group of really thuggish looking boys. Four of them all seemed to look to one of them as the leader of there group, a large plump boy with blond hair. Jessica immediately identified them as people she did not want to sit with.

Secondly, over on the other side of the classroom near the back was a small black haired boy with glasses at a small table all on his own. He was the only person who hadn't surveyed her in some way, he just kept his head down and his eyes fixed to the table. There were three spare seats at his table but no one seemed to want to sit next to or near him.

The small boy on his own seemed rather unremarkable in Jessica's point of view. Yet. Something deep in her mind drew her to him. Something told her that this small boy meant something to her in a deep level of her subconscious. She decided right then and there to go sit next to this boy.

As it became apparent to the class that she was going to sit next to the boy on his own, there was definitely a reaction amongst the children. Every face she looked at either wore some form of concern or shock. The fat boy gave her a look of disgusted disapproval, but Jessica didn't care, she learnt long ago not to care what people others thought regardless of how self-important they regarded themselves. The only thing that concerned her was who was this dark-haired boy with spectacles, and what was his connection to her?

Jessica sat down directly across from the small boy, he looked up at her for just a second and then looked down again. But in that second Jessica saw what was behind his glasses, she saw into his eyes. They were a brilliant Emerald Green, the sight of them spoke so much to her. They spoke of innocence, of kindness, of heart. But there was something else. Jessica had seen those eyes before, a long time ago maybe, but she knew she had seen those eyes before. She also knew she wanted to see them again.


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