Lives Washed Away: Callisto Black
"You're related to Sirius Black?" asked the store manager.
"Yes sir," Callisto admitted. "I regret it."
Callisto knew what was coming next, the rejection. She knew she was probably never going to get a job in the magical world, being related to Sirius. She walked out of the store sighing.
'I should have stayed an auror,' she thought. 'At least there's a guarantee of food and a steady flow of money.'
She walked down the street, and finally came to the place where it had happened.
"Sirius what were you thinking?" she asked. "Where did this all get you? Your own personal cell in Azkaban as a high security prisoner."
She looked over at the growing memorial of flowers for all the people that had died. "Peter, you truly were brave, and Less you shouldn't have died. You should be with Aphrodite, and Harry."
"Callisto." She turned and saw,
"Professor Dumbledore," Callisto acknowledged him slightly.
"I think I might have found a spot for you." Dumbledore spoke lightly.
"I keep telling you, I'm not an auror anymore. I can't be." She looked down at the memorial again.
"No not there," Dumbledore looked at her. "There is a position at Zonkos if you want it. I talked to the manager and he's agreed to have you."
"I can't work there," she said. "To many memories. I can't work in Sirius's favorite spot."
"Not in Hogsmead." Said Dumbledore. "In America. It would give you a chance to start over if you wanted. I know it's been hard for you. I saw you at the trial."
"You remember Sirius don't you?" Callisto asked almost silently.
"Yes, of course."
"Did you ever think he'd do some thing like this?" Callisto started to sob. "He ruined so many lives."
"Yes he did. I don't know what triggered it, but we can't change the past."
"I wish we could," Callisto murmered. "If I were to take this job they'd accept me right?"
"The Sirius Black case didn't have as hard an affect in America as it did here." Dumbledore told her
'Start over' the phrase turned through Callisto's head.
Maybe there was hope…