OK so I was clearing my computer when I came across this story. I wrote it during the height of my love for Harry Potter and I figured I might as well post it since I must have written it for some strange reason.
Official Disclaimer.
I do not own anything you recognise nor do I wish too I'm perfectly happy with my life as it is right now. Brooklyn, Annabeth, Amelia etc. I do however own them.
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BANG...CRASH
Glancing down at the sleeping baby, Amelia Black lifted the light cotton blanket over the baby's stomach before standing to her feet and exiting the room dimming the lights on her way out. Standing at the top of the stairs she stared down at the broken remains of her favourite vase confused.
"Sirius" she called out to her husband of 5 years walking slowly down the steps "Sirius did you break my vase?"
She waited a beat to hear anything from her husband but all she heard was a sob; deep heart wrenching sob from the living room followed by another.
"Sirius" She called again this time drawing her wand ready to defend herself and her year old daughter from an intruder even if its an emotional one.
Walking into the newly decorated living room, Amelia's blonde eyebrows rose swiftly as she took in the form of her husband crying like a baby staring into the roaring fire with a blank look on his handsome face.
"Honey what is it"
Crossing the room Amelia got down on her knees in front of her husband taking his hands in her own trying to avert his gaze but he continued to stare into the fire making her watch the flames dance in his beautiful grey eyes that their daughter had fortunately inherited from him.
"Sirius look at me" Slowly yet surely his eyes drifted from the fire locking onto her ice blue ones "What is it"
"Their gone Amelia" His voice croaked.
"What who?"
"James, Lily and Ha-Ha-" He broke off into uncontrollable sobs, Amelia who was trying her hardest to process this information pulled her husband into her arms hugging him fiercely.
"Sirius it's OK" She soothed rubbing his hair "I'm sure your just mistake-"
"No" He pulled away from her sharply and stood too his feet "Their gone Amelia, Peter that bastard he sold them to Voldemort...it's all my fault"
"Don't say that Sirius you never sold them-"
"BUT I CONVINCED JAMES TO USE PETER AS THEIR SECRET KEEPER IF HE'D JUST USE ME THEY'D STILL BE ALIVE"
Sirius loud voice bounced off the walls within a minute of Amelia flinching their 3 bedroomed house was filled with the screams of their 13 month old daughter.
Amelia looked down at the baby monitor attached to her hip before looking at her husband who always rushed off too Brooke's aid but this time he just stood there staring at her with empty lifeless eyes.
"Sirius" she started "James is to powerful wizard to just-"
"Amelia" He cut in harshly "Their dead both Lily and James OK their dead I saw their bodies before the ministry carted them off"
Taking a step back, Amelia's blue eyes filled with tears as she saw the truth written on his face "Oh my God" she said completely forgetting about their screaming baby.
Sirius however completely aware of the screaming baby left his stunned wife taking the stairs two at a time, Sirius pushed open the white painted wooden door and crossed the room to the baby crib to where Brooke stood crying her heart out.
"Sssh Brooke" He whispered taking the baby underneath her arms and lifting her into his arms he held her against his shoulder gently bouncing her as he rubbed her back "I'm sorry sssh"
Slowly baby Brooke's tears subsided as she began to settle against her father's comfortable shoulder, Amelia who had managed to make her way up the stairs leaned against the door frame watching father and daughter in the moonlight that was pouring through the window.
"Sirius I-I don't understand"
He turned to her still rubbing the baby's back "What to understand they were betrayed by Peter" His voice was strangled as if it hurt to talk the words "I can't believe we thought it was Remus...My Mooney"
"What about Harry?"
"Harry he...Albus thought it would be best if h-he went to stay with his family" He stuttered as if he did not believe the very words he had spoken
"But we are his family, me you and Brooke" She said earnestly
"He means blood family"
"The Potter's are all gone Sirius surely you can't mean..." Amelia trailed off her blue eyes widening "Not"
"Yes...the Dursleys" He spat
"Dada" Brooke's soft tired voice whispered in his ears, her small hands were innocently buried in his hair clenched as she snuggled more into her father's sweet smelling neck drifting off.
Sirius, needing something to hold onto held her tighter turning his back to the crib and his wife to look up at the shelf in the bedroom where photo's of the Blacks and Potters all waved up at him happily from their frame.
"Bastard" He muttered looking into Peter's timid sharp rat like face with hatred, anger churning inside him filling every cell until he stood rigid in front of the frame glaring at the picture of his former friend.
"Sirius" Amelia whispered tearfully "Lily...she was, I was-"
"I know Amelia" He ground out "He won't get away with it"
Hearing the hate and anger in his voice caused Amelia to step back her heart ached, her head throbbed from her crying but her tears refused to stop falling, she had lost her best friend and Godchild in one night. Dropping to her knees Amelia backed up against her daughter's crib covering her face with her hand, her sobs falling upon deaf ears; Brooke still asleep comfortably on her father and Sirius still glaring manically at the picture with a silent promise of revenge.
Nothing was going to be the same and Amelia knew it so did Sirius they had lost their best friends in just under an hour, James Potter a brother to Sirius and Godfather to his daughter, Lily a sister to Amelia and Godmother to her daughter and Harry; baby Harry's who's brilliant green eyes shone in excitement whenever Sirius or Amelia bought Brooke over for a play date, their little group over, finished...Done.
No more than two weeks later Sirius tried to exact his revenge for his best friends against the traitorous Peter, he got up that morning with a plan in mind, kissing his wife and daughter goodbye in the kitchen he left not knowing it would be the last time he saw them together. While Sirius spent 13 years in the wizards prison Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit, Amelia devastated and heartbroken did the only thing she could do; no longer being able to look at Brooke's beautiful face without seeing her husband she handed her over to her older sister Annabeth then on the anniversary of her wedding took a handful of sleeping pills and fell asleep on her husbands side of the bed clutching his silver locket and a soft pink bear of Brooke never to wake again.
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"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be.-"
"Did my mummy sing that to me?"
Looking down into wide innocent grey eyes Annabeth Stong felt her heart tug. "No honey your mummy used to sing something your grandma sang to when we were your age too.
"Really" Brooke tilted her head, a slight frown marring her 4 year old face "Can you sing to me"
"Don't you want to hear the rest of the story sweetheart?"
"No" Clutching the stuffed pink bear Brooke smiled into her aunt's youthful face "Sing me the song."
"OK honey" Closing the square hardback book, Annabeth placed it on the pink wooden night stand smiling at Brooke "Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring."
Annabeth brushed back stray dark curl as Brooke's eyes began to droop, humming the rest of the song. Reaching for the pink lamp Annabeth looked down at a sleeping Brooke; a sad smile graced her face.
"Your mum must have been nuts to take her own life, your so precious Brooke" Bending down Annabeth brushed a kiss across Brooke's porcelain skin. "Goodnight honey I love you."
With the room finally in darkness Annabeth pulled the door to a close leaving a little crack for Brooke in case she woke in the night wanting to use the bathroom. The light in the hallway would guide her to her en suite bathroom.
Love or Hate.
Avery.