Ok, peeps, please don't kill me because it has almost been two months since I updated. *nervous laughter* There are a couple of
reasons why this storee has been neglected though. 1. My best friend is suffering from clinical depression and I'm guessing it's sorta
contagious; 2. My big brother has been in hospital for the past month; 3. It's been good old assessment 'week' at school. And I
haven't had any inspiration whatsoever. But thankfully, it is now the holidays, and I spent all day today writing this, then typing it.
Pwease forgive me. ~Windangel
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"Sera?" Sirius called, a little apprehensively.
"Here." She appeared, beckoning him out of view and earshot of the ballroom. She led him into a little grove surrounded by trees.
He hoped no one would be able to find them; this was something
that he'd like kept private.
"I know this may seem a little random," Sera began, pacing around the grove, "but there is something I need to tell you." She looked
at her feet. "You may want to sit down."
Sirius had no idea what she was talking about, but flopped onto the grass. Sera remained standing.
She didn't say anything for some time, still pacing and looking flustered. "You have no idea how hard this is." She muttered to
herself.
Finally, she took a deep breath and steeled herself. She faced Sirius, expression determined.
"Sirius, I know this will be a shock…"
"Just tell me." Sirius looked up at her. "I promise I won't explode."
"You… err… have a daughter, Sirius."
"WHAT???!!!" He sat up quickly. "Come again?"
"You know Kaitlyn… she is my - and your - daughter."
Sirius stuck a finger into his ear, cleaning out the earwax he KNEW must be impeding his hearing. "…huh?"
"I was pregnant when you were arrested."
"… It's a good thing I'm sitting down." Sirius blinked a few times at her, trying to see any signs that she might be lying. He took in a
few deep breaths, then asked the question.
"Does she know about me?"
"I just told her." Seraphina looked down at her feet, sighing. "I think she's still in shock. Do you want me to get her?"
He nodded.
* * *
It was hard for Ron to concentrate on dancing and talking at the same time normally. Being this close to Hermione made it even
more complicated.
He narrowly avoided stepping on her foot again, laughing nervously.
Hermione laughed at his flustered expression. "You're so stupid sometimes, Ron." She stated. He looked up at her for a second,
then had to look at his feet again to avoid disaster.
"Why?"
"You're trying so hard to impress me, and it really isn't necessary. We don't have to dance if you don't want to."
Ron went brick red. "No… no… I'm happy if you are-"
Maybe it was her time with Sirius that made Hermione bolder than she usually was, but she stopped his embarrassed ramblings with
a quick kiss.
If possible, Ron went even redder.
* * *
Reluctantly, Harry let Ginny go once the dance was finished. She excused herself quickly, saying she'd promised to dance with
Colin Creevey.
"You will dance with me again, after?" Harry called after her, feeling a little deflated.
"Maybe." Was her only reply. She gave him a last smile, then left him on the dance floor.
Harry's green eyes quickly scanned the Great Hall for Ron, Hermione or Sirius - someone he could babble about Ginny to. He
spotted Ron and Hermione sitting alone in a corner eating dinner, but he got the impression they didn't want to be disturbed. Of
Sirius though, there was no sign.
Deciding he looked like a bit of an idiot standing alone on the dance floor and not feeling particularly hungry, he walked outside for
some quiet. He needed to think.
Harry wasn't far away from the main building before he heard voices.
"Well, this is definitely weird." A girl's voice. One he had heard before, but couldn't quite place.
"Uh huh." Sirius? Harry crept closer, peering through the trees.
"I always wondered about meeting my father, but never imagined it would be like this…" Father?? She couldn't be talking about
Sirius?
"I have to say I never imagined anything like this…"
Harry pushed away the branch that was obstructing his view of the strange scene. It was Sirius all right, standing pale-faced in
front of… Kaitlyn? And there was someone else there - Harry gave his glasses a quick wipe on his robes - it looked like the woman
Dumbledore had introduced as the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor T-something.
Kaitlyn was speaking again. "After years of believing dear old dad wanted nothing o do with us and thinking his name was Cecil
Brown-"
"Cecil Brown?" Sirius glared at Professor T, a disgusted look on his face.
The professor almost smiled, shrugging. "I had to tell her something."
"Well, you could have come up with something a little more impressing." Sirius joked, trying to cover up his shock.
Kaitlyn chuckled a little. "I always imagined you as short, balding and wearing tweed. Then I wondered why mum would like
anyone like that." She looked at him closely, head to one side. "But now I meet you, and find out you're a falsely convicted
murderer under the influence of a potion that makes you into an immature, prank-playing, sixteen year old."
"Hey! I don't play that many pranks! On anyone who isn't Snape, that is."
All three of them laughed at that comment.
* * *
Sirius returned to the dormitory late that night. He had stayed in the garden with Kaitlyn and Sera, just talking and catching up, much
longer than he should have. The Ball had finished long ago when the three of them emerged, and he had said goodbye to the other
two outside Seraphina's office. Kaitlyn had gone for a cup of tea with her mother.
Sirius mumbled the password to the Fat Lady and crawled through the hole into the Gryffindor common room. He had expected it to
be deserted, but there was someone sitting in a chair by the fire holding a mug of steaming coffee. The person turned around to look
at Sirius, face illuminated by the crackling fire.
"Why didn't you tell me, Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Err… tell you what?" Sirius feigned ignorance, stepping backwards.
"About her. About Seraphina."
Sirius sat down in one of the armchairs, choosing his words carefully. "… You didn't need to know."
Harry didn't reply. He just stared into the dying flames of the fire.
"I'm sorry." Sirius said quietly. "I didn't want you to feel sorry for me. You've had enough to worry about lately."
"I hate it when people don't tell me things." Harry said, more to himself than Sirius. "I'm sixteen. I can handle it."
"I'm sorry." Sirius apologized again.
"You know, Dumbledore still won't tell me why Voldemort was after my parents." Harry turned his head towards Sirius. "I don't
suppose you know."
"No." Sirius shook his head.
"Figures." Harry said bitterly. He looked into the fire again.
Harry's behavior was beginning to worry Sirius. He had never seen his godson this bitter and moody.
"Harry, if you ever need to talk…" Sirius began, touching Harry's arm tentatively.
"I know." Harry stood up, sighing. "Goodnight."
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned HP. I wish I was making money from this. But I'm not.
And just a last little message from me. I know this storee isn't perfect. It's possibly even crap. If anyone has any tips on how to
improve it, TELL ME. I'm practically begging for some constructive criticism here. Cya dudes!
reasons why this storee has been neglected though. 1. My best friend is suffering from clinical depression and I'm guessing it's sorta
contagious; 2. My big brother has been in hospital for the past month; 3. It's been good old assessment 'week' at school. And I
haven't had any inspiration whatsoever. But thankfully, it is now the holidays, and I spent all day today writing this, then typing it.
Pwease forgive me. ~Windangel
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Sera?" Sirius called, a little apprehensively.
"Here." She appeared, beckoning him out of view and earshot of the ballroom. She led him into a little grove surrounded by trees.
He hoped no one would be able to find them; this was something
that he'd like kept private.
"I know this may seem a little random," Sera began, pacing around the grove, "but there is something I need to tell you." She looked
at her feet. "You may want to sit down."
Sirius had no idea what she was talking about, but flopped onto the grass. Sera remained standing.
She didn't say anything for some time, still pacing and looking flustered. "You have no idea how hard this is." She muttered to
herself.
Finally, she took a deep breath and steeled herself. She faced Sirius, expression determined.
"Sirius, I know this will be a shock…"
"Just tell me." Sirius looked up at her. "I promise I won't explode."
"You… err… have a daughter, Sirius."
"WHAT???!!!" He sat up quickly. "Come again?"
"You know Kaitlyn… she is my - and your - daughter."
Sirius stuck a finger into his ear, cleaning out the earwax he KNEW must be impeding his hearing. "…huh?"
"I was pregnant when you were arrested."
"… It's a good thing I'm sitting down." Sirius blinked a few times at her, trying to see any signs that she might be lying. He took in a
few deep breaths, then asked the question.
"Does she know about me?"
"I just told her." Seraphina looked down at her feet, sighing. "I think she's still in shock. Do you want me to get her?"
He nodded.
* * *
It was hard for Ron to concentrate on dancing and talking at the same time normally. Being this close to Hermione made it even
more complicated.
He narrowly avoided stepping on her foot again, laughing nervously.
Hermione laughed at his flustered expression. "You're so stupid sometimes, Ron." She stated. He looked up at her for a second,
then had to look at his feet again to avoid disaster.
"Why?"
"You're trying so hard to impress me, and it really isn't necessary. We don't have to dance if you don't want to."
Ron went brick red. "No… no… I'm happy if you are-"
Maybe it was her time with Sirius that made Hermione bolder than she usually was, but she stopped his embarrassed ramblings with
a quick kiss.
If possible, Ron went even redder.
* * *
Reluctantly, Harry let Ginny go once the dance was finished. She excused herself quickly, saying she'd promised to dance with
Colin Creevey.
"You will dance with me again, after?" Harry called after her, feeling a little deflated.
"Maybe." Was her only reply. She gave him a last smile, then left him on the dance floor.
Harry's green eyes quickly scanned the Great Hall for Ron, Hermione or Sirius - someone he could babble about Ginny to. He
spotted Ron and Hermione sitting alone in a corner eating dinner, but he got the impression they didn't want to be disturbed. Of
Sirius though, there was no sign.
Deciding he looked like a bit of an idiot standing alone on the dance floor and not feeling particularly hungry, he walked outside for
some quiet. He needed to think.
Harry wasn't far away from the main building before he heard voices.
"Well, this is definitely weird." A girl's voice. One he had heard before, but couldn't quite place.
"Uh huh." Sirius? Harry crept closer, peering through the trees.
"I always wondered about meeting my father, but never imagined it would be like this…" Father?? She couldn't be talking about
Sirius?
"I have to say I never imagined anything like this…"
Harry pushed away the branch that was obstructing his view of the strange scene. It was Sirius all right, standing pale-faced in
front of… Kaitlyn? And there was someone else there - Harry gave his glasses a quick wipe on his robes - it looked like the woman
Dumbledore had introduced as the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor T-something.
Kaitlyn was speaking again. "After years of believing dear old dad wanted nothing o do with us and thinking his name was Cecil
Brown-"
"Cecil Brown?" Sirius glared at Professor T, a disgusted look on his face.
The professor almost smiled, shrugging. "I had to tell her something."
"Well, you could have come up with something a little more impressing." Sirius joked, trying to cover up his shock.
Kaitlyn chuckled a little. "I always imagined you as short, balding and wearing tweed. Then I wondered why mum would like
anyone like that." She looked at him closely, head to one side. "But now I meet you, and find out you're a falsely convicted
murderer under the influence of a potion that makes you into an immature, prank-playing, sixteen year old."
"Hey! I don't play that many pranks! On anyone who isn't Snape, that is."
All three of them laughed at that comment.
* * *
Sirius returned to the dormitory late that night. He had stayed in the garden with Kaitlyn and Sera, just talking and catching up, much
longer than he should have. The Ball had finished long ago when the three of them emerged, and he had said goodbye to the other
two outside Seraphina's office. Kaitlyn had gone for a cup of tea with her mother.
Sirius mumbled the password to the Fat Lady and crawled through the hole into the Gryffindor common room. He had expected it to
be deserted, but there was someone sitting in a chair by the fire holding a mug of steaming coffee. The person turned around to look
at Sirius, face illuminated by the crackling fire.
"Why didn't you tell me, Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Err… tell you what?" Sirius feigned ignorance, stepping backwards.
"About her. About Seraphina."
Sirius sat down in one of the armchairs, choosing his words carefully. "… You didn't need to know."
Harry didn't reply. He just stared into the dying flames of the fire.
"I'm sorry." Sirius said quietly. "I didn't want you to feel sorry for me. You've had enough to worry about lately."
"I hate it when people don't tell me things." Harry said, more to himself than Sirius. "I'm sixteen. I can handle it."
"I'm sorry." Sirius apologized again.
"You know, Dumbledore still won't tell me why Voldemort was after my parents." Harry turned his head towards Sirius. "I don't
suppose you know."
"No." Sirius shook his head.
"Figures." Harry said bitterly. He looked into the fire again.
Harry's behavior was beginning to worry Sirius. He had never seen his godson this bitter and moody.
"Harry, if you ever need to talk…" Sirius began, touching Harry's arm tentatively.
"I know." Harry stood up, sighing. "Goodnight."
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned HP. I wish I was making money from this. But I'm not.
And just a last little message from me. I know this storee isn't perfect. It's possibly even crap. If anyone has any tips on how to
improve it, TELL ME. I'm practically begging for some constructive criticism here. Cya dudes!