Hey Guys, probably by now most of you if not all of you want to run after me with pitchforks while I run away screaming. I am updating, I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates, I said before that I would update more frequently and I went ahead and didn't do so again for another year. And for that I am sorry. I thank each and every one of you for the continued support of this fic. And I hope that you will all continue to support it thank you all so much. My life has been rather hectic in the past year. I've seen better years. Many things have changed for me and I am now an official holder of a bachelors of Science in Biology. So yay for that, Any how without further ado I present to you chapter 7.
Chapter 7: Who's Who And What's What
Living in this family hasn't always been easy. We're born, we are raised to live and breathe a certain way. To have certain ideals. To uphold the family name, the dignity, the pedigree, the virtues.
The dark, it isn't always all consuming. Striving to take over at a moment's notice. Drowning you out until there's nothing left. Nothing but an empty shell.
There are no other options. Your born a pureblood, a member of the Most Noble House of Black, and that's it. You behave a certain way, you think a certain way, you die a certain way. You can never be any different, there is no room for originality.
To think otherwise is madness. Or so we're led to believe.
When you take that first breath. That first breathe of individuality.
Of Freedom.
There's nothing like it, to really live, to think for yourself. To take matters into your own two hands.
There's nothing in the world like it.
It however comes at a cost. The expulsion, rejection, the hatred.
The all consuming agony.
How is it that your parents make you feel like you're the most important individual in the world. They shower you with attention, a twisted form of affection. Make you feel like your something. Then suddenly you deviate from what they stand for, what they believe, you think for yourself for once.
And your thrust out.
You're the enemy, something to be rid of. To forget, to abandon. Your no longer the heir to the Most Ancient And Noble House of Black. No longer worth anything.
Your trash, and you'd be better off dead in their eyes.
You no longer exist. Your nothing, just a mistake, you never should have been born in their eyes.
You feel betrayed, you feel angry, you feel helpless. If only for a moment.
You have friends, who love and support you. An uncle who adores you, and who you turn to when it all falls around you. A cousin who understands what your going through completely.
You're not alone. And you never will be. There's more to life than the restricted confines of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.
And its most certainly wonderful.
You hear that your younger brother Regulus is the new Black heir. The new favorite, but then again they always favored him more if only just slightly.
It must be a welcome reprieve for them to finally have their ideal son inheriting it all.
But it doesn't matter to you, you have what they all lack, happiness. You have best mates who would do anything for you, and you them. Including learning to be an animagus to support your mate Remus when the full moon is out.
You graduate school, and you join the Light. You fight side by side with your mates, for what is right and good. No body forced you to do it, you choose it on your own because its what you want not what your parent's or anybody for that matter dictated you should act like.
You hear of the passing of your father and then your mother. And sure you mourn them, if only because you loved them at one point in time when you thought you knew what love was.
Your brother soon disappears, and only you are left.
The last male of The most Ancient And Noble House of Black. In the end you're the last one standing. You inherit it all, all the prestige, the fortune, the name, Everything.
But in the end it all comes back to it, the darkness.
It's never truly done with you, it takes away your friends, it takes hold of your very being and drags you down. Down into the most vile of places.
And keeps you there for twelve years, twelve agonizing years.
You know your not like them, like the people consumed by it. You never were and never will be, and that's what keeps you alive, what keeps you whole, what keeps you from sinking into the eternal abyss of it all. Your Sirius Black, the last male of the Most Ancient And Noble House of Black
And you will live on.
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The individual standing before you is strange, you've never meet someone quite like him.
He's the Head of the Most Ancient And Noble House of Black. Your mother's house.
Not very imposing, you pictured a different sort of man.
He's kidnapped you, and what can you do, nothing.
Nothing but wait for him to make the first move, no reason to put yourself in any more danger than you could possibly be in.
A pureblood is wiser than that, but then again so is he.
I mean he must be, he's a pureblood as well, albeit a blood traitor, but a pureblood nonetheless.
He looks at you, expecting you to speak first but you don't.
You were raised better than that, to calculate your move before striking.
You are the very refinement of pureblood supremacy.
Your different from the half-bloods and mugglebornes at your school.
A different breed all together, Your greater, your better than them.
You are what will carry and push forward Wizarding Britain.
You are the future.
And no one can tell you otherwise.
You were born to lead, to rule.
You will be the next head of your family, and you will take what is yours.
You will strive for perfection, make your parent's proud.
You will bathe the world in magic, Pureblood supremacy.
It is what you were born to do, it is your destiny.
No one will tell you otherwise, least of all this man standing before you.
Yet somehow he's the head of House Black.
He owns all its fortunes and incomes, what should be your mother's by rights, and yours henceforth.
You should despise him.
But you don't, he's your kin, and you feel a strange connection to him.
Why
There is nothing to be gained from speaking to him, you should be thinking of a means of escape. But you're not, you just stare at this strange man, your uncle.
The embodiment of blood traitor.
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"I suppose I should be the first to speak, this staring contest is getting rather bothersome," the gruff voice of a man speaks, looking into the eyes of a young girl. Looking for any form of emotion, anger, sadness, anything at all.
Nothing.
"You're probably wondering why I kidnapped you," the man begins, still no response from the young girl.
"I can assure you I mean you no harm, and that I will answer your questions as promised," the man continues, no further response.
"I know who you are, I know what you are," the young girl spoke
"Oh? And what would that be?" the man's response in turn.
"A blood traitor." The simple response, earning a chuckle in response.
"Is that all," the man questions, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"What do you mean?" the girl retorts.
"I mean, is that all you know about me? The blood traitor who turned his back on his family and betrayed you all?" the man questions again with a grin.
"What else would you be then? You turned your back on your family, betrayed us all, attempted to run the Black family name through the mud, Uncle Regulus disappeared, and nobody knows what happened to him, and you were given reign of The House of Black," the response from the young girl.
"I never turned my back on my family, they turned their backs on me," the man replies a calmness in his voice now. Nothing like the ignorant words of a young girl that doesn't know any better to sober up a man form his mirth.
"That's not true," a simple reply.
"Your young and you don't know everything, what this family is really like," the calm soothing voice of the man speaks.
No reply.
"When I was a boy, I was taught to uphold the family values, that we were a dying breed, and that it was up to us to help educate the rest of the world, to take our rightful place as the superior beings, pureblood supremacy was everything," the man begins to speak, a serious tone in his voice.
"I was groomed for the Leadership of House Black, I was the most noble son of House Black, I was its future, and I believed it," the man continues, the girl sitting across from him staring at him with a look of confusion, as if studying him.
"I had an uncle who loved me, he treated me like a son, spoiled me rotten, and who let me speak freely, let me voice any questions I could not talk to my parents about, he let me be me," the tale is not a happy one, one the man does not like reliving, one he has not spoken about in years, and yet he is speaking about it to this young girl freely as if speaking to an old confidant.
The man takes a moment to collect himself, in his memories he has forgotten himself. He should not have said this much to this young girl. This young girl who's parents would kill him on the spot if they so much as got their hands on him. He wouldn't put it past them after all, Bellatrix was always a lunatic even back when they were children, her husband no different.
"I'm not expecting you to trust me, you'd be a fool to trust a man you've never met," the man explains.
"Why did you take me?" the girl replies, the man before her is strange to the young girl.
"Curiosity," the man replies with a smile.
"Curiosity?" she replies
"I'd like to know why the daughter of my dear cousin Bellatrix, would associate herself with Harry Potter," the man questions.
"And why would you like to know that?" the simple reply from the girl, a raised eyebrow, arms folded.
"Harry Potter is my godson, it is my responsibility to look after his wellbeing," the man's reply in turn.
"Is it? I was under the assumption you were the reason he has no parents," the girl's reply.
"Your not easy to talk to are you?" the man's reply, the young girl before him was starting to grate on his nerves, but he would not lose his temper in front of a child. No he would not, nor would he let her get a rise out of him. Especially not with these false accusations.
"I could say the same about you," the girl's retort, a calm look on her face. She did not know much about this man, that was for certain. Only certain tad bits here and there, what she had managed to overhear her parents talking about in hushed tones, or when they thought she had long gone to sleep only to have sneaked down and hear their conversations.
"Smart aren't you," the man's reply, he wasn't getting anywhere with this girl, best to try a different approach.
"So I've been told," her calm reply, face still at a calm and collected appearance. To the man it was slightly chilly how alike she looked like her mother at this age.
"Smart enough to know your mother's family legacy I presume?" the man questions.
"I suppose," the girl's reply.
"Then I suppose you know of Alphard Black?" the man questions, eyes trained on the girl.
"Alphard Black?" the girl questions.
"But of course you know of him? He was after all the uncle that managed to get himself disowned for leaving me a handsome amount of gold, my most dear uncle in fact, he wasn't very beloved I'm afraid, he and my mother never quite got along all to well," the man's reply, the girl standing before him beginning to look at him with a curious look on her face.
"I'm not familiar," the girl replies, some names on the tapestry have been burnt too much to read the names below the burnt out pictures.
"I'm only too sorry my dear girl, he was a great man a very skilled wizard," the man's response.
"How about Andromeda Black?" the man begins.
"I regret that I am not familiar with that name either," the girl replies, a frustrated look on her face, frustration at the knowledge that she has nothing to say when asked about these supposed members of the Black family. Her mother had taught her all the names from a young age. Every last one, down to their crowning achievements and honors. She knew every name on that tapestry, yet somehow this man knew more than her. Knew those names long since burned off.
"Truly?" the man replies, as expected his cousin would of course not mention her disowned sister to her daughter.
"Who was she?" the girl replies, trepidation in her voice.
"I'll tell you who she was, or rather is, if you answer my question," the man's reply, a smile on his face.
The girl looks at him at first with a look of contempt. Debating whether to answer the man's question or not, weighing it over in her head what the benefits would be to the man to know what she had been associating with Harry Potter about.
"I was returning his invisibility cloak," the girl at last answers, curiosity getting the better of her, what harm could it do to tell this man about her brief encounter with Harry Potter.
"And why's that?" the man questions, why would Harry willingly let this girl borrow his father's invisibility cloak.
"He let me borrow it to get away from his friends," the reply once more, this was starting to feel rather bothersome.
"And why would that be?" the man's question
"We don't particularly get along," the girl replied, of course she didn't get along with Potter's friends, they didn't like her and she most certainly did not like them.
"No I suppose you wouldn't," the man's reply, he could understand why they would not particularly get along.
"Alright then I answered your question," the girl s says looking at the man with determination in her eyes.
"Yes of course how rude of me," the man begins. He's not sure how this girl will take this bit of information, best to treat carefully.
"Andromeda Black, who is she?" the girl questions.
"Andromeda Black is your mother's sister,"
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"She hasn't been back yet," the unsure tone of Daphne Greengrass spoke as she sat on her bed in the Slytherin girl's dormitory. Her friend Pansy Parkinson sitting across from her on her own bed. Both looking solemn, since the missing student announcement, all students had been escorted back to their dormitories.
"She's probably in the library, watch she'll walk through the door any minute now," Pansy replies, uncertainty in her voice. Hermione still not returning to their dorm well past the time that she should have is starting to worry the two girls.
"She's never been late, we need to tell a professor," Daphne speaks up, getting up from her bed and walking to the door, Pansy following her and getting off her bed as well walking behind her friend.
Both girls walk to their common room only to see the rest of their friend's sitting around the fire. Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle all sitting next to each other. Draco in particular with his head in his hands looking out of sorts and quite distressed, this is the first time both girls have seen Draco this way. It's startling to look at.
Draco looks up and they both feel that sinking feeling in their stomachs sink even further down.
"Hermione's been taken," the young boy says aloud as both girls sit on one of the near by couches, horrified looks gracing their features as the words sink in.
Hermione has been taken.
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"How could this have happened Rodolphus," the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange says as she walks down a path in the Forbidden Forest with her husband. Muttering curse words under her breath as she moves along the path.
"Irresponsibility, carelessness, a lack of ability," the response from her husband.
"Irresponsibility you call it? Downright neglectful if you ask me," the harsh tone of his wife replies.
Both individuals having stalked out of the Headmaster's office after being told their daughter had been taken from the grounds. If the very school that claimed to be the safest place in Wizarding Britain could lose their daughter, then it was up to them to get her back. Their darling girl, she had not done anybody any harm. There where however those who would wish to do them harm by getting to their daughter.
And they would make them pay.
"Oh I quite agree, but was it necessary to speak to the Headmaster that way, he is in charge of our daughter's schooling," Rodolphus asked as they continued walking, trying to look for any evidence that would guide them to their daughter.
"You're not defending that blood traitor are you?" the indignant reply of Bellatrix.
"On the contrary," her husband replies as they continue walking.
"Remind me why it is we are looking in this bloody forest for our daughter, when she was taken while on visit to Hogsmeade?" Bellatrix questions as she almost trips over a tree branch, cursing under her breath.
"Wherever Sirius decided to take our Hermione, he had to go somewhere, the teachers have already looked around Hogsmeade and have found nothing, where else is there to look," Rodolphus explains as they stop and look around.
"For his sake I hope he knows where to hide,"
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"You're taking this surprisingly well," Hermione speaks as she looks at the man standing before her.
"How else should I be taking it?" the man replies.
"I expected better from the great Sirius Black," Hermione chuckles as she looks at the man, amusement evident.
"I'm being mocked," Sirius replies looking at the smiling girl, a smile breaking out on to his face as well.
"So he's a seeker," Sirius says as he walks up to the girl and takes a seat beside her.
"Yes he is, he made the Gryffindor Quidditch team our first year," Hermione replies, turning her head to look at the man sitting next to her.
"Not a chaser like his dad," Sirius muses to himself.
"I can't believe your taking his position in quidditch so hard," Hermione says looking down at her hands. The previous conversation still fresh in her mind. An aunt she never met, a cousin she never knew, a muggleborn uncle. So many questions, so many answers. To trust the man before her, or to find a means of escape. Friend or foe, so many confusing thoughts running about.
"When one is newly free, you tend to appreciate or in this case take to heart that your godson plays a different position than you and his father played when you were his age," Sirius explains.
"How very mature of you," Hermione replies with a light laugh.
"I am the very epitome of maturity my dear girl," Sirius retorts with a smile of his own. A hand to his chest to emphasize it.
"I suppose you would like to be getting back to school," Sirius speaks once more looking at the girl beside him and getting up off the bed.
"That would be preferable," Hermione replies getting off the bed as well.
"Ok then, lets go," Sirius exclaims putting his arm out for the young girl to take it.
"Just like that? So simple?" Hermione asks staring at the outstretched arm.
"I'm not a lunatic, I would never keep you here against your will, plus you've answered my questions," Sirius answers with a small shrug, arm still outstretched.
"Very well then," Hermione's simple reply, taking Sirius' arm the two make their way out of the room and down the stair case. They walk through the house and stop in front of a latch sticking out of the floor in the middle of the kitchen.
"Is that how you got me here?" Hermione questions with a raised brow.
"Can't reveal all my secrets," Sirius replies bending down to open the latch and open the small square shaped door revealing a set of stairs leading down.
The two make their way down the stairs careful not to trip.
"Where exactly are we?" Hermione questions once they've made their way to the bottom. A large tunnel of sorts with a feint light gleaming at the end.
"Hogwarts," Sirius replies motioning for Hermione to follow him. They both make their way towards the light, careful of their steps.
"Will I see you again," Hermione finds herself saying as they reach the end of the tunnel, the very words stunning her.
"Would you like to see me again," Sirius replies, uncertainty in his voice, he certainly did not expect the young girl to ask something like that.
"I would, your certainly not who I thought you'd be," Hermione replies as Sirius extents his arm out to her. And she takes it, allowing him to pull her up from the tunnel the two just walked through.
"Glad to hear it, I will say the same," Sirius says as he casts a stunning spell at the tree they've both crawled out from.
"The Whomping willow leads to that dilapidated house," Hermione comments as she looks up at the stunned tree.
"Quite right used to use this route to get there with my mates back when I went to school here," Sirius says with a smile, the fond memories of a simpler time running through his head.
"You had many adventures here?" Hermione questions.
"You wouldn't believe how many," Sirius says with a chuckle.
"I suppose you should be getting back to the castle," Sirius says with a smile.
"They're probably looking for me," Hermione agrees, as Sirius turns towards her and wraps his arms around her small frame.
"Be safe," Sirius says letting go and pulling back, gently nudging Hermione away from the tree.
"You too," Hermione says with some trepidation, the hug surprising for the young girl.
"I'll see you soon," Sirius finishes, and with a nod he hops back down the hole and out of site leaving Hermione alone.
"Now to make it back before it gets any later than it already is," Hermione muses to herself as she makes her way away from the Whomping Willow and towards the castle, it is rather late.
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Elsewhere in a far far away school in France, a young girl with flowing blond hair walks to the dining parlor of the Palace that is her school. Her talk with the headmistress having gone nowhere. She felt that something was amiss and could not for the life of her figure out what it could be. The headmistress had allowed her to floo home to inquire if everything was in order with her parents and her sister. It had resulted in a simple response of nothing being amiss on their end.
She knew that there was something going on, something inside her told her so. She just couldn't figure out what and it was bothering her. The headmistress had suggested she go back, the evening meal was starting soon and that perhaps some food in her stomach would help ease her nerves.
Making her way towards the dining parlor, she wondered if maybe it had something to do with Hermione, the young witch was on her mind constantly and what with finally finding her mate and coming into her emotions, she wasn't sure if it could be about her. Hermione was after all in school right at this very moment, and if it was one thing Fleur was certain about. It was that Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry was safe. The textbooks she had read up on the school had stated that it was one of the most impenetrable institutions. No one had ever managed to breach its hallowed halls. So it couldn't possibly be Hermione.
'Then what could it be?' Fleur asked herself as she pushed open the doors to the dining parlor. Upon opening she could see that her two friends were already seated at their usual dining table. The dinning parlor of Beauxbatons consisted of a multitude of individual tables set up around the large spacious room. Each seating 3 students respectively. With floating chandeliers illuminated by a candle in the middle, the light of the candles hitting the crystals on the chandeliers further illuminating the room. Tastefully painted portraits of previous headmistresses hanging around the walls. The majority of the student population already seated and waiting for their meals to be served.
"We were wondering when you would join us," Claude was the first to speak getting up and pulling out a chair for Fleur to sit in.
"Thank you for waiting for me," Fleur's simple reply, as she sits down and Claude pushes in her chair.
"Is everything ok," Suzzett inquires as Claude takes his seat
"Yes everything at home is well," Fleur replies
"That's good to hear," Claude comments as their meals appear before them and they begin their meal with gusto.
"I received an owl from my father today," Suzzett comments as she takes a sip of her tea.
"Is everything good?" Claude asks taking a sip from his own glass
"Yes, my father just wanted to let me know of the birth of my new brother," Suzzett replies grimly.
"Are you ok?" Fleur asks leaning over to put a hand on Suzzett's back, the other girl looking down at her food.
"How has your mother been?" Claude asks concern in his voice, Suzzett sitting across from him tense from the wave of emotion trying to spill forth.
"She's good, taking care of my siblings, my uncle was very gracious to take us in after the divorce," Suzzett replies, it's been 6 months since her parent's separated.
"That's good to hear," Claude replies, with Fleur keeping this secret of hers, he'd almost forgotten that his other friend was going through a rough emotional time at the moment.
"I'm alright, just getting used to the fact that my father would prefer to throw away his family, for a woman of the night that he's been seeing for nearly two years," Suzzett comments, eyes beginning to turn slightly red from the emotions being held back.
"It's his lose," Fleur comments as she rubs her friend's back.
"I know," Suzzett replies with a grateful smile. The three friends stay silent for a minute or two more before continuing with their meal.
The day has certainly been eventful.
- xxxx -
In Wizarding Britain, more importantly in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Six children sit round a fire place. Each just enjoying the other's company and welcoming the silence. Their friend was not back yet, and they all knew now that it was she who had been kidnapped. They all could not help but worry. What could Sirius Black possibly want with Hermione. The man was an escaped convict, what could that sort of man want with their friend. They each wracked their minds trying to think of a reason.
The creaking of the door leading into their dormitory startling them from their thoughts. Each looking up to see whom it could be. Only to reveal their missing friend.
Draco being the first to quickly get up and gathering their friend in his arms.
"You're ok," the distraught boy speaks as he hugs his cousin to him. The fear that something terrible could have happened to her, washing away from him as he holds her.
"I am," Hermione replies hugging Draco back. Their friends getting up from the couches as well and making their way to the two hugging family members.
"We were worried something had happened to you, are you ok?" Daphne is the first to ask, as Pansy beside her nods in agreement.
"Yes, I only just awoke, I woke up near the Forbidden Forrest where the lake is not too far," Hermione replies pulling back from the hug. Draco taking her hand in his and giving her a small smile.
"We heard you were kidnapped by Sirius Black," Blaise speaks up relief on his face. They had all been terribly worried about Hermione.
"I don't know if I was, all I can remember is going to get my essay and then nothing," Hermione replies.
"The important thing is your safe now," Draco comments as he guides Hermione to the couches the young Slytherin's were previously occupying.
"We should let professor Snape know that you're safe now," Blaise comments as he gets up.
"I'm going to go let him know, the teachers have been looking for you, the aurors' were called in about an hour ago to come help with the search," Blaise continues as he leaves to go let their head of house know the good news.
"Aunt Bellatrix and Uncle Rodolphus where here earlier, they've been helping in the search, Aunt Bellatrix in particular looked positively livid," Draco says as he sits next to his cousin. He's glad that she's back and no longer in any danger. Yet still the thought that Sirius Black had her for several hours worries him, if the man can get into Hogwarts what's stopping other potentially bad people from doing the same.
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"We've been searching for a few hours and we still haven't found Hermione," Bellatrix comments with anger as she and her husband walk back into the castle.
The loud pitter patter of feet alert the two adults, as a student in slytherin robes runs in their direction.
"Boy, where are you off to in such a hurry," Bellatrix demands as she grabs the boy by the scruff of his neck with ease.
"Madam Lestrange," Blaise greets as he makes a small bow once Bellatrix releases his shirt.
"Your Blaise Zabini," Rodolphus acknowledges as the boy in question nods and then speaks again.
"I'm running in the direction of the Headmaster's office to let my head of house know that Hermione has been found," Blaise quickly lets out as he catches his breath.
"Where is she?" Bellatrix almost screeches out, but instead says with more decorum.
"In the slytherin dormitory with Draco and the rest of our friends," Blaise answers as he bows once more to the two Death Eaters and leaves to inform his head of house, whom had been in the headmaster's office to help with the search for his missing student.
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"I think that there's someone outside," Draco comments as the slytherin students hear loud banging from outside the door leading into their dormitory.
"You don't think it could be Sirius Black?" Pansy worriedly comments as she looks between Daphne and Hermione.
'We should have gotten the password from that Zabini boy before we came down here," they hear the irate voice of Bellatrix Lestrange say aloud as Draco quickly gets up and opens the door. Revealing his aunt and uncle, Hermione's mum and dad.
"Hermione," both adults gratefully say as they rush into the Slytherin Dormitory and walk to their daughter. Their daughter in turn gets up and walks up to her parents. Her father being the first to engulf her in a hug.
"We were worried something had happened to you," Rodolphus says as he bends down to meet at eye level with his daughter.
"I just woke up father, Draco and my friends informed me I had been kidnapped, I've no recollection of what's happened," Hermione informs as her mother pulls her to her.
"You gave us a scare," Bellatrix says pulling her daughter to her side.
"Sirius Black took you," Rodolphus explains as their nephew Draco walks up to them. The rest of their daughter's friends having left to go back to their respective dormitories so as to let the family have some space.
"Draco told me," Hermione replies, her mother holding her closer to her side.
"We'll get him my girl, he'll rue the day he thought to steal you away from us," Rodolphus states as he stands and gathers his wife and child to him. He knows he's not the best of men, and he knows that there are things that he's done that most people wouldn't dream to do. But if there's one thing he is, it's a father. A father that protects his daughter and Sirius Black has just made a dangerous enemy.
- xxxx -
Aaachuuuu!
The loud sound that comes out of Sirius Black, 'someone must be talking about me' muses Sirius to himself as he rubs under his nose. Today has been a long day. After dropping his niece back onto Hogwart's grounds, he had made his way back to the Shrieking Shack. The conversations they had had still mulling over in his head.
'She reminds me so much of Andy, and a little of myself before-' Sirius muses to himself as he lays back on the old rickety bed his niece had previously been sitting on.
'it feels like I'm uncle Alphard and she's me,' Sirius thinks to himself as he pulls the dusty old covers over himself.
'was not expecting something like this when I escaped,' Sirius thinks as he drifts off to sleep.
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Hey guys, how have you all been, I'm terribly sorry for not updating in so long. For that I apologize. I have had a very rough patch of life going for me at the moment and for the past year or so. I apologize for not updating sooner and I very much hope to update soon after this.
I thank you all for keeping with me and continuing to support this story. I do intend to finish it and would like to write a sequel and one after that as well. I do have great plans for this fic. I thank you all for your continued support. This story is not dead! I thank you all and hope that you let me know if you liked this chapter. Till the next chapter.
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