The Secret Life of Sirius Black and His Children

As Told by Aaliya and Keziah

Character [nickname] list:

Shorty = Harry Potter

Frizz= Hermione Granger

Troll Brain = Ronald Weasley

Fuzzy = Hagrid

Loser One & Loser Two = Crabbe & Goyle

Butt-Face = Draco Malfoy

Pyro =Seamus Finnegan

Grandma = Professor McGonagall [although this isn't just a nick name, Professor McGonagall is actually Keziah's grandmother considering she's married to Dumbledore && therefore Aaliya calls her grandma too.]

Authors' Notes:

A: Italicized writing is from Aaliya's POV

K: Bold is from Keziah's POV

A&K: Thank yous- Godlybunny

Disclaimer: Apples, Aaliya's stuffed elephant, says HE owns Shorty [see character nickname list if you are lost] but obviously that's not true… [or isn't it?]

Chapter VIII OR Tauntings and Creepers

Their shameless taunts finally threw me over the edge. I couldn't stand it. Who were they to make fun of me? It's not like I'm stupider than they are. As a matter of fact I'm smarter.

Which for some reason gives them the right to call me names and throw wads of parchment at me in class, that and the fact that I'm also younger than them. It's like they're too stupid to realize that it is possible for someone to have a higher IQ than all of them put together.

The day it first started my first instinct was to track down Aaliya. But that died quickly. I was trying to prove that I was mature enough to be here. Having my older sister fight my battles did not show maturation. It showed weakness. So instead I ignored them.

When the teasing escalated my second thought was to take it to the Professors. But again, that would have been me relying on someone else to solve my problems. And thus I just ignored the tripping hexes and the snide remarks. They could think what they wanted, but I knew I was smarter. The fact that I came up with a simple anti-hex that back fired on the hexer was proof enough of that. I think about seven or so Ravenclaws, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike ended up tripping themselves that day.

But it was when I got reprimanded for my spell casting that I couldn't take it anymore. I was the one being victimized, and yet nobody seemed to see it that way. It could have been because there were about twenty-one students in the informatory claiming I had tripped them with a hex… But I didn't! They did it to themselves and when I tried to explain the phenomena to Madam Pomfrey she just glared at me.

"I've never heard of such an anti-hex," she sniffed.

Well obviously not! I created it, didn't I? Just today as a matter of fact. You would have known that had you been listening properly.

I was infuriated. Even the adults here were morons.

There was nobody I could turn to, other than Aaliya. But then I was back to problem one. Thus, I was pacing back and forth, tears streaming down my face two corridors down from the Gryffindor common room. I didn't even know how to get in. Aali had given me the pass phrase, but the portrait obviously wouldn't let me in.

Plopping hopelessly onto the floor I let my tears blur my vision. Why did I have to be such a cry baby about all of this?

It was then that I felt something furry bob against my crossed arms. Whatever it was let out a soft whine, causing me to lift my head and look at it. Before wiping my eyes, however, all I saw was a large black blob.

To my surprise, it was a large black dog with startling black eyes. If I had been standing it probably would have come up to my knees. As it was, I was crouched on the floor and its head was level with mine. I could clearly see his eyes, the eyes of a kind protector. It wined softly again, head butting me gently until I reached out a shaky hand and patted its head.

"That's a good doggy," I told it quietly, my voice thick with tears. "Where'd you come from anyway? Dogs aren't allowed as pets…"

He head butted me one last time before walking away slowly. Every other step it would stop and look over its shoulder at me, whining softly until I pulled myself up off of the ground and followed it around the corner.

It led me to a partially opened door I had never seen before despite having walked passed it often enough to have created my own groove in the tiles. The hair on the nape of my neck began to stand on end. Surely I would have noticed this door before now.

The dog walked through the door, pausing yet again to look over his shoulder. He was beckoning me to follow him, but I was beginning to get suspicious. Pulling out my wand I followed him at a slower pace than I had earlier.

The room was filled from floor to ceiling with books and I instantly felt at home. There were little bean bags littering the floor in colors of deep purple and light blue, Aali and I's favorite colors. There was a table for studying and a section with a double bunk bed.

On the top bunk sat a man with long, matted dark hair and piercing black eyes. His long legs were dangling over the rail in a non aggressive manner and he had a sad smile on his face. Something about his demeanor reminded me of the now absent dog. Or maybe it was those eyes of his, darker than inkwells, but kind beyond measure.

"Kezi, love, you won't need that," He said quietly. "But if it makes you feel better I won't ask you to lower your wand. We do need to talk, however. So how about we start with why you're crying?

I don't know what made me leave the common room so late at night, but I could feel it in my gut that something wasn't right. Not exactly wrong, but not exactly right either. Like I was needed somewhere.

I left everything strewn on the coffee table and slipped out of the portrait hole just in time to see a flash of blue trimmed robes and long black hair.

Kez?

Not wanting to call out to her incase it wasn't actually my little sister and someone who'd give me another detention I followed around the corner so that whoever it wasn't wouldn't know I was tailing them.

I was plastered to the wall, peeking around the corner when I took in her short form and knew for sure that it was indeed my sister. I was going to call out to her when I noticed the huge black form she was following.

If it had been smaller I would have considered it a dog. As it was, it was gianormous. No way in hell was that thing a dog. Maybe a small bear… but not a dog.

I pulled out my wand and dashed after her, but as soon as I was within decent jinxing distance she had walked through a door I had never seen before.

No big deal, right? I could just open the door and follow after her, right? Except as soon as the door shut behind her it disappeared.

I stared blankly at the wall for a moment before dashing up to it; feeling for the door knob I knew had been there only moments before.

"Keziah? KEZIAH!" I cried, banging on the solid rock wall until my fists went numb.

Realizing that bloodying my hands against a solid wall wasn't going to get me any nearer to saving Keziah I began pacing back and forth thinking, "What can I do to save her? I need a freaking door to open back up into that room! But how?"

"Aaliya? Where did that door come from?" I spun around and standing, half hidden by the corner I had previously peered around was none other than Shorty.

"Harry? What the hell are you doing out here after hours?" Aaliya demanded of me, green eyes flashing dangerously.

"I could ask you the same thing," I responded automatically somewhat surprised she hadn't called me Shorty. And then I remembered why I was out in the corridors after hours. I was going to apologize, but my retort really didn't make it sound like that was my intent.

It just looked like I was stalking her. But I wasn't. Not for a creepy reason anyway…

"Sorry, I mean… I'm sorry for what I said to you the other night in the girls' lavatory, about being Sirius Black's daughter. It was really mean and I shouldn't have said it. I was just, you know… Not scared, but … uhh, preoccupied…"

She was glaring at me like I was something she'd rather squash with her shoe than someone she really wanted to listen to. I cleared my throat and continued. "Hermione suggested that I try apologizing to you for what I said. And I was going to do that, but you snuck out and I dunno, I just kinda followed you."

"I should've nicknamed you Creeper," She told me, still glaring.

I felt my face flush and my gaze slipped away from her angry one to the door behind her which was slowly beginning to disappear again.

"Listen," I said quickly. "I wasn't trying to be creepy, I just wanted to apologize and then you left and you were being sneaky so I didn't say anything before now- BUT that door is disappearing again…"

She whirled around and grabbed a hold of the door handle, pulling the door open just in time. She held out an arm to block my enterance, but it fell away at the sound of Keziah's voice.

"Actually, I think we'd better start with you telling me who exactly you are."