Okay so I suppose you want to know what this is about well…. SHOULDA READ THE SUMMARY! But you probably did. This is my 3rd HP story and I have the start of a fourth I just have to type it…. So READ!

DISLAIMER: Y'all should already know what it's gonna say but here. I DON'T OWN ANNNNYYYYTTTHHIIINNGGG! THERE! Happy? Yeah? GOOD!

Alyssa

I stood in the kitchen – our kitchen – shaking. No this wasn't true, there was no way in bloody hell that this was true and I refused to believe it. I set the paper down on the counter, and stared at the title.

DEATH EATER AND MASS MURDERER SIRIUS BLACK SENTENCED TO LIFE IN AZKABAN PRISON

The headline seemed to taunt me. Sirius, my Sirius, he would never do this. He was so devoted to kicking Voldemort's ass, there was no way he was a death eater, or a murderer. I looked down at his mug shot. It was Sirius alright. He was smiling, the same smile he had dazzled me with for so long, no, teasing me. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my cloak and left.

The island on which Azkaban sat was cold, I was glad for the warmth of my cloak. Something silver was glimmering in the distance. A patrounus. I approached the only other free human on the island. The fat old man stared at me suspiciously as his patrounus circled us both.

"What 'choo want?' He grunted at me.

"I wanna see Sirius Black." I demanded.

"No one 'llowed to see Black, missie, not 'less choo got per-mess-ion from the min-ster." He responded, scowling at me.

"It's important." I whined. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Besides, I'm old friends with the Minister." I added smiling sweetly. He raised his eyebrows again, but let me go see Sirius. I walked through the triangular corridors that made up the infamous wizards prison, until finally I found Sirius.

"Alyssa!" He yelled at me as I stopped in front of him. I winced slightly. He literally glowed like a Christmas tree when he saw me? How could he be a Mass Murderer?

"Sirius." I mumbled to my shoes.

"What's wrong?" He asked voice full of concern.

"Sirius, James, Lily, Peter? How could you? All those muggles? What did they do to you?" I asked, my stream of questions surprised him.

"Lissy, I didn't do it I swear! It was Peter! He was the Secret Keeper. I tried to corner him, but he cut his finger off, and killed all those muggles. I was laughing because he was trying to use a trick I taught him against me. You have to believe me Alyssa!" He pleaded. I nodded.

"Death eater?" I whispered. He shook his head

"Never." He replied softly. "I would rather die." He stood and motioned for me to come closer. I came so now, we were both pressed against the cold metal bars, as close to actually touching as we could possibly be. He tried to kiss me, but the bars were to close together, his big head wouldn't fit through. I back away, to the point where we were holding one hand with each other our arms fully extended.

"Sirius?" I whispered.

"Hmm." The reply came to the dark.

"I having a baby and..." I started, but I choked, fighting back tears.

"What your, we're having a baby?" He said ecstatically. Then his voice became suspicious. "It is mine right?"

"It's time to let go, time to say good bye." I finished, letting his hand go, a single tear ran down my cheek.

"Wait! Alyssa! Goddamn it, someone let me out!" He yelled after me. But it was too late, as soon as I bust out of the prison. I was gone.

Nine months later I was living Stateside. One of the nurses in the hospital came into my room holding a pink bundle.

"Here's your daughter." She cooed, handing me the bundle. "Born July 11." The precious baby girl in my arms opened her eyes. There was a tuft of black hair on her head, already becoming wavy. Her eyes were a mix of silver, ice blue, and the palest green, just like Sirius.

"She looks just like her dad.' I whispered. I looked again at my infant daughter, a blessing and a curse. She was the beginning of my new life, but she also brought back that painful night when I said good bye so many months ago. A blessing and a curse, that's for sure.

"What are you going to name her?" the nurse asked kindly. I didn't hesitate.

"Siria Minuit Black." I answered.

"Interesting name." She commented as she wrote in down on the blank birth certificate "Did the father get a say?"

"Father's not around." I answered shortly as I checked the spelling. "But her name's like the female version of his, and she has his last name." I explained. The nurse looked sympathic, she probably thought he was dead.

"One of the best ways to honor the ones we have lost." She agreed. "Has a nice ring to it though. Siria Black."

That it does. That it does.

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