Essence of Mercy

By: Liquid Ice

Summary: Usagi Tsukino is the illegitimate child of the late Sirius Black. What else is new? Well, Snape has two people to hate now; Harry and Usagi…Post OotP, tribute to Sirius Black.

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and Harry Potter belongs to their respective owner. Believe me, if I do own them, my life would be something equivalent to heaven…and even better.

Author's Notes: Yes, yes. *impatiently* you've got every right to fry me. But I was disappointed by the lack of response I received when I did update some of my SM Crossovers. Very disappointed. So I lost my lack of inspiration. Besides it's not that good, I've got horrible grammar and sentence structure. Eventually I'll update them. Anyways, here's my brand new story. I love Sirius Black and his death affected me in many ways. So although he's going to stay dead, I'm going to give him this respect by at least leaving him some legend…and of course we are talking about the legend of his daughter, Usagi Tsukino Black. ^^ I'm working on a few projects on Harry Potter and one that is called Shades of Black, one-shot. Angst. ^^

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'I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my head…'

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Prologue

He wearily buried his hands in his face, tears threatened to dampened his face.

No.

He can't act like this.

This was all his fault.

Stop it!

He wanted to go back, back in the days where everything was perfect and no one was hurt and ignorance is bliss. His life couldn't get any better…yet here he was…

A sudden cry startled him from his thoughts and smiled as he realized that it was coming from his daughter's voice. He promptly pushed himself up from his position and practically leaped at the crib.

A pair of crystal blue eyes innocently stared back at him.

Those eyes…

Those eyes were the exact replica of his…

He hadn't realized it until now.

My daughter…

His features lit up and the reaction caused a brief chortle from his daughter.

Beautiful…

Picking up the child in his arms, he seated himself on the rocking chair provided beside the crib. His wife had now gotten the habit as he did cuddling the baby to sleep every morning, softly singing lullabies that made his heart cry out with simple content. He had promised himself that he would make sure that his daughter knows nothing but love, to keep her smiling and as innocent as possible; to prevent her from being tainted with visions of death and cruelty from her mind.

He was a father that would prioritize his daughter and his wife above anything else.

But this happened.

Peter Pettigrew betrayed them.

This was all his fault.

'Hush little baby don't you cry, Papa's going to buy you a mocking bird,' he softly hummed, kissing her forehead, 'If that mockingbird doesn't sing. Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring…'

Thoughtfully he paused as if the words weren't quite appropriate, he shook his head in grimace, while the daughter watched quietly, delighted at the dramatics her father was acting out, 'Err – correct that, no 'guy' is going to give you any diamond ring –'glared mock features appeared on his features looking at his daughter whereas she giggled in response, 'you are definitely not allowed to date until you're 40 years old!' 

Then he added, 'Hmmm, I guess that was the wrong lullaby huh? I mean… you're not even crying…Hey! Don't look at me like that; I'm not quite used to Muggle songs you know!'

She giggled again and he smiled dramatically.

'You know, we are going to miss the plane if you plan on getting comfortable,' an amused voice said.

He looked up and grinned sheepishly shrugging as his wife sauntered her way over to her daughter and husband.

'Sorry, I guess I got carried away.' At least he had the decency to blush. His wife furtively raised a brow, 'can't date until 40 huh?'

He shrugged again, his eyes glittering in determination to keep that promise but his wife laughed in response.

'I don't know…she's just going to be in the line of vision of every guy her age,' she stated pointedly, smirking as her husband promptly retorted by sticking his tongue out.

'Watch me,' he growled, 'I'm going to make sure that no guy is in the ten feet perimeter from her. Or they wished they've never…'

He was abruptly cut off as his wife kissed him on his mouth.

A loud cry made them jump and they grinned at each other.

'Sorry hun, I had to distract your father from finishing the sentence,' the wife apologetically said, the smirk still on her features. He glared at her in mock indignation.

'Humph, you bet my ass I'm going to finish that sentence…but' he sighed looking at the clock, 'it's time to go, we need to get you two to Japan.'

She pouted slightly, 'Aww, why aren't you coming with us?'

'Because I love you and our daughter and I'm going to make sure Voldemort doesn't lay a hand on both of you,' he said, 'I'm going to help James, Lily and Harry, I want to make sure they're safe so I've got to stay,' his eyes pleading her to understand. She nodded and beamed at him in reply.

'Gryffindor git…you will come and visit us right?'

'Yes lovely. I promise I'll visit you…besides, we can always see each other in dreams.'

Gently, ever so gently, leaned forward and met her lips.

'I love you.'

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Chapter One – The Black Stranger

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was a place that emitted a soft but dangerous aura. So it was a good thing that no eye (muggle or non-muggle) can see it in his or her line of vision. If possible, it was even more dark…brooding.

No.

It was filled with an air of sadness.

The muggles that occupied the community was inconspicuous of any mysterious activities that happened ever since. Maybe they just don't care but if possible, their minds were probably distracted by something else. But the latter was more considered.

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

A slender hand appeared out of nowhere and softly knocked on the invisible mansion.

As soon as the slender hand touched the invincible door, a black battered door appeared, following grimy, dirty walls and windows looming over house eleven and thirteen, pushing them out of the way in order to make room. A shape of a serpent carved on the knob of the door.

Silence ensued the dimmed night.

Then suddenly, five figures appeared out of nowhere, forming a circle in the sidewalk of number twelve, there wands out; alert and wary.

'Who are you?' one of the figures gruffly growled. They gripped their wands tightly as if expecting an attack.

'Please, don't be afraid,' a soft voice quietly said, 'I'm not here to cause trouble. But this is where – I was informed, he lived and so I came here.'

'Who are you looking for?' a man stepped up, his cloaked faded and shabby as the moonlight touched him. His features were drawn but tired.

Two pair of hands appeared and promptly grabbed a rippling invincible fabric, the hood of an invincibility cloak.

Crystal blue eyes blankly stared at him.

Remus Lupin jumped back, startled at the familiarity of those eyes.

'I am looking for Sirius Black.'

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He frowned slightly, disturbed by the features on Albus Dumbledore.

'So, the last puzzle has come into play,' he muttered coherently to himself. Dumbledore's eyes glazed mysteriously.

'Albus?' he questioned, his voice lacking emotion, 'Do you know who she is?'

No response came from the grand wizard which disturbed him more so than the girl's proclamation. Even to a point where Dumbledore did not want to explain any answers, he still nonetheless gave him an answer that was easily acceptable though not quite the answer that he wanted.

Instead, Dumbledore raised his blue eyes and stared at the Potions Master.

'Where is she?'

'Downstairs, in the room where the tapestry is,' Snape answered, 'Albus do you? – '

'Not now Severus, I'll explain later but first I must speak with the young woman,' he interrupted softly. He stood up from his chair and left Snape in confusion.

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All his worry, his stress suddenly disappeared.

Albus Dumbledore curiously watched the young girl as she stared at the tapestry with emotions that seemed like longing?

He has yet to introduce himself. But when he entered quietly into the room, he wanted to observe the young woman first. He wanted to make sure even though he knew that it was truly her that it wasn't some sort of trick.

It was then that she turned her head and saw the Headmaster watching her, cloaked in the shadows of the room her features was replaced blandly with a blank surprise. She gradually smiled, and the Headmaster noted the smile never reached her eyes.

'Hello, sir, my name is Usagi Tsukino,' she said. Dumbledore smiled in return.

'Good evening Miss Tsukino, how may I help you?'

Usagi sighed, 'Sir, I am here because of Sirius Black…because you see…can I talk to him please?'

Dumbledore shook his head solemnly, 'I am sorry Miss Tsukino, but Sirius Black has recently passed away.'

If it was one thing that he hated about himself, it was that he always had to be the bearer of bad news. He watched with remorse as the young woman as her shoulder sagged repressively, trying to control whatever emotions within her. The same action happened to Harry when he told him about the prophecy and his importance in the participation.

'I see…'she quietly said, then, 'how did he die?'

Hesitantly, a glimmer of fear rose within him; he was not ready to tell another child that she was as important to this battle as Harry was. The death of Sirius Black was an element in bringing the last puzzle.

'I will tell you later Miss Tsukino, but I am curious… why would you like to see Sirius?' he questioned thoughtfully, watching Usagi tear her eyes away from him and flitted back to the tapestry.

'I don't know if you knew…but you see…Sirius Black…I…'she trailed, 'I'm the daughter of Sirius Black.'

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Well, what do you think? I did edit it, but I think I must a missed a few errors here and there. Point it out to me will you?

As for the ships, my lips are sealed. Yes there is romance, but I'm not telling you guys. You guys are getting too spoiled.

And yes, there is a plot behind this and it's not your one of a kind HP/SM story. *roll eyes* like I heard that one before. But trust me nonetheless, hehehe.

Severus Snape is going to kill me for sure. I think he's already tortured enough with dealing with Potter and Black…but the Harry and Usagi? You think they'll be the next set of Marauders? Well, we'll see won't we?

Oh yeah, the excerpt, it's by Sting called Desert Rose…beautiful song.

REVIEW PLEASE! Or you'll never here from me again, you saw how good I am at that, I never update for four months!