Like God Brother, Like God Sister…
The day – or, rather, the night – before Harry Potter's first day of his fifth year started, he was lying in his bed, sleeping soundly; and why not? He certainly seemed to have earned it. After the hell of his fourth year, he had almost welcomed summer vacation – almost. Nothing was worse than spending time with his aunt, uncle and cousin. They seemed a bit…impersonal toward him – more than usual, that is.
But, back to the tale this teller of tales was telling, Harry had been sleeping in his bed, anxiously awaiting his return to Hogwarts the next day. He had – blessedly – had no dreams that night, and awoke quite suddenly at the tapping on his window. Blinking tiredly, he got out of bed, groping for his glasses. Rubbing his eyes clear of night dust, he put the specs over his eyes, and looked automatically to the window. A great horned owl was perched outside, tapping on Harry's window. The fifteen-year-old boy hurried over to open the window, letting the owl flap in. He settled next to a cage on the desk in his room. Inside the cage sat the snowy white owl Hedwig. She gave the visitor a once over, then tucked her head inside her wing again, giving an annoyed chirp at having been woken up. The other owl settled its feathers, and held out a leg to Harry. There was a note attached to it. Eagerly, Harry took it from the owl's leg, and read quickly, then again, much more slowly.
Dear Harry,
Sorry for not writing; I've been a bit…busy, lately. I've so much to tell you, and no time to do it. Well, I guess the best way to start this is to plunge head first – Harry, I have a daughter. So I suppose that means you have a god sister, or something.
But, that's not the whole reason I sent this letter. I'm sending her to Hogwarts. It's the best place for her to be right now. She's about your age; fifteen, right (Happy Birthday!!)? Anyway, she's entering her fifth year; from what I gather, she was previously in a wizarding school in Wales. She went for a few years; but she'll know enough to be fine in the fifth year. There's only one problem; she's a bit…odd. Harry, I've never taken care of anybody. I don't know what to do with her; how to talk with her, what to buy her. I've never been so confused. But I can't write much now; we need to move quickly. I'm putting her on the Hogwarts' Express tomorrow; don't try to look for me; I'm going to drop her off very early, so nobody will see me. They aren't searching as hard as they have been, but there's always the chance that someone might spot me.
Her name is Fiona. She looks a bit like me; at least, originally. She's done some strange stuff. But her hair is black, sort of wavy, with strips of red. She's really short; she's fifteen, but she looks like she were anywhere from eleven to thirteen. But her face is really serious; she has one very blue eye, and one very green eye; it's really very strange. She's very pretty, but stubborn as anything.
Harry, I guess the whole point of this letter is to ask you to help her out; she'd be mad if she knew I asked you, so don't say a word. She likes to do things her way, alone. Just look out for her. She…She might not end up in Gryffindor, though. I'm not sure, but there's just something about her…I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired. But you keep an eye out for her, will you? Introduce her to Ron, and Hermione; it's all right for them to know, but be careful around others; some people there will figure out whose daughter she is; Snape included. Watch out for him, all right?
All right, hope to hear from you soon, Harry. Take care!
~Sirius
Harry read the note several times. He had a…a god sister? Sirius Black had a daughter?
Harry sighed. It was too much to deal with so late in the night. He gave the guest owl something to eat and drink, then sent it on its way. Climbing back into bed, Harry's last conscious thought was: Sirius…a daughter…god sister…
The day – or, rather, the night – before Harry Potter's first day of his fifth year started, he was lying in his bed, sleeping soundly; and why not? He certainly seemed to have earned it. After the hell of his fourth year, he had almost welcomed summer vacation – almost. Nothing was worse than spending time with his aunt, uncle and cousin. They seemed a bit…impersonal toward him – more than usual, that is.
But, back to the tale this teller of tales was telling, Harry had been sleeping in his bed, anxiously awaiting his return to Hogwarts the next day. He had – blessedly – had no dreams that night, and awoke quite suddenly at the tapping on his window. Blinking tiredly, he got out of bed, groping for his glasses. Rubbing his eyes clear of night dust, he put the specs over his eyes, and looked automatically to the window. A great horned owl was perched outside, tapping on Harry's window. The fifteen-year-old boy hurried over to open the window, letting the owl flap in. He settled next to a cage on the desk in his room. Inside the cage sat the snowy white owl Hedwig. She gave the visitor a once over, then tucked her head inside her wing again, giving an annoyed chirp at having been woken up. The other owl settled its feathers, and held out a leg to Harry. There was a note attached to it. Eagerly, Harry took it from the owl's leg, and read quickly, then again, much more slowly.
Dear Harry,
Sorry for not writing; I've been a bit…busy, lately. I've so much to tell you, and no time to do it. Well, I guess the best way to start this is to plunge head first – Harry, I have a daughter. So I suppose that means you have a god sister, or something.
But, that's not the whole reason I sent this letter. I'm sending her to Hogwarts. It's the best place for her to be right now. She's about your age; fifteen, right (Happy Birthday!!)? Anyway, she's entering her fifth year; from what I gather, she was previously in a wizarding school in Wales. She went for a few years; but she'll know enough to be fine in the fifth year. There's only one problem; she's a bit…odd. Harry, I've never taken care of anybody. I don't know what to do with her; how to talk with her, what to buy her. I've never been so confused. But I can't write much now; we need to move quickly. I'm putting her on the Hogwarts' Express tomorrow; don't try to look for me; I'm going to drop her off very early, so nobody will see me. They aren't searching as hard as they have been, but there's always the chance that someone might spot me.
Her name is Fiona. She looks a bit like me; at least, originally. She's done some strange stuff. But her hair is black, sort of wavy, with strips of red. She's really short; she's fifteen, but she looks like she were anywhere from eleven to thirteen. But her face is really serious; she has one very blue eye, and one very green eye; it's really very strange. She's very pretty, but stubborn as anything.
Harry, I guess the whole point of this letter is to ask you to help her out; she'd be mad if she knew I asked you, so don't say a word. She likes to do things her way, alone. Just look out for her. She…She might not end up in Gryffindor, though. I'm not sure, but there's just something about her…I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired. But you keep an eye out for her, will you? Introduce her to Ron, and Hermione; it's all right for them to know, but be careful around others; some people there will figure out whose daughter she is; Snape included. Watch out for him, all right?
All right, hope to hear from you soon, Harry. Take care!
~Sirius
Harry read the note several times. He had a…a god sister? Sirius Black had a daughter?
Harry sighed. It was too much to deal with so late in the night. He gave the guest owl something to eat and drink, then sent it on its way. Climbing back into bed, Harry's last conscious thought was: Sirius…a daughter…god sister…
