Jordan Black

My name is Jordan. Jordan Black.

"Are you the murderer's daughter?" That is a a question people ask me every single day.

Don't you people read the papers?

 "If you mean Sirius, no."
"Oh. So you're not his daughter?"
"No, I'm his daughter, it's the murderer part you've got wrong."

Gayfers. Mom tells me to ignore them. Dad says curse 'em.

"Face it, kid, he just got luckily charged wrong."
I'm with Dad.

"Jordan, how many times have I told you not to curse people? You're grounded."

Maybe I'd better stick with Mom.

"Jordie, I think it's time you were told your......" Dad began.
"Our story," Mom said.

This'll be cool.

"Jordie, you remember Aunt Morgan, don't you?"
"Yes."

Duh.

 "And Cassie and Karen?"
"Of course, mom."

Double duh.
"We never mentioned Uncle Peter, now did we?" Dad frowned at Mom's words.

 Frown is an understatement.

 "Pete's a git. There's nothing wrong with your twin, Melissa (or maybe there is if she was dumb enough to fall in love with Pettigrew), but those kids of theirs, I just don't trust them."

Doesn't trust them? Why?

"Oh, Sirius, don't be like that. Just because they're Pete's kids doesn't make them..........."

Another thing: Who's Pete?

"Liss, you know what he did!"
"But Sirius, honestly, that's no reason......"
"It's a damn good reason!"
"It is not! I think you're being terribly unfair; they can't help who their father is!"
"Maybe not, but there's a good chance they could turn out like him!"
"Oh, really, that's just silly! Morgan'll keep them.........."
"MOM! DAD!" Mom and Dad both stared at me. They had forgotten I was in the room, probably.
"Right. The story. You know I was accused of murder, but do you know why?"

Of course not. How am I supposed to know if you never told me?
"Well, you see........." But then the phone rang. Dad wiped the sweat from his forehead and Mom's tense expression turned into a small smile.

Man!

"Sure." Great. One phone call later I was on my way to the Potter's while Mom and Dad went to visit some friends.
"Who are you going to see?"
"Remus and Minerva."

Oh. Man, I wanted to hear my story.

 "You still don't know? Oh, who cares what my dad says, Jordie, I'm telling you!" Jessica Potter said.

Yes! Thank you, Jess!

"Your dad was part of a little clique, sort of. Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew."

That name. Pettigrew. I know I've heard it. I swear it.

"After Hogwarts, James married Lily. Voldemort was after them, and they knew it. They had a one year old sone at this point, Harry. They performed the Fidelius Charm, a charm where they go into hiding. It requires a person called a Secret Keeper. The Secret Keeper keeps their location a secret. The Potters' Secret Keeper was going to be your dad, but everyone knew, so they switched to Peter Pettigrew secretly."

Hate. Rage. Kill. And in the middle, there's Pettigrew.

"Pettigrew turned them over to Voldemort, who came and killed them. Your dad went Pettigrew, who blew up the street when your dad cornered him, killed 12 Muggles with one curse, transformed into a rat, and escaped. Your dad got blamed."
"But he got off the hook, right?"
"After 12 years in prison and 3 years on the run."

15 years of someones life were wasted because of some git. That is sad. So sad.
Now I know my story.
I am Jordan Black. Through me, the legacy lives on.

A/N: Sorry, new series. I wrote this at camp one BORING rest hour when I was pondering on this person I really looked up to, who, ironically, is named Jordan, and I wanted a story character named after her, and since Sirius Black is my favorite character, she was christened Jordan Black and a series was born.