A/N All characters are JK Rowling's and not mine however much I wish they were
When I was young, my aunt told me a story of a baby girl, lost in the woods, surrounded by snow. Then a large dog found her. He was black, large, and human. His name was Sirius Black.
December 1979
Sirius Black was mad. Furious. Livid. Lily had kicked him out of the house for eating the cookies with Harry and causing Harry to throw up all over the new carpet. And what had his best mate done? Laughed. Even when it was 20 degrees outside. My son comes first. I won't let you endanger him. Go think about your actions. Lily's face was red with anger and James's with laughter.
A cry rang out in the silence. It was small but lovely. Sirius changed into his Animagus form, tracking the sound. A baby girl in a basket was found where the sound emitted from. She had doe-like eyes, big and brown with flecks of gold. Her hair was brown, curling around her face in an ethereal fashion. She was beautiful. She looked up at him, cooing. Sirius changed back to human form before gathering her in his arms. He may be a bachelor but he knew when someone needed something. And right now, the baby , which he named Hermione, needed him. And who knows? Maybe he needed her.