A/N: Welcome back! Thanks to all my kind reviewers.
Lisa-Chan3 = Yep, Sirius had a daughter. Hahaha.
OtterMoon = Thanks for your kind review!
This is chapter two, and it looks to be longer and more fun. Enjoy!
=All About Black=
CHAPTER TWO: WATCHING OVER US
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Harry had only one choice . . . He had to follow her. He sped out of the room, his lean frame and Quidditch muscles straining to catch up with the girl.
Yet there seemed to be no point, for Evelyn Lestrange was walking towards HIM.
"Sorry, Harry," she apologized, them having caught up to each other. "WAY too much stress."
"That's alright," Harry grinned a little lopsidedly.
Wow, cute smile, thought Evelyn. Great, now I have a crush on Harry Potter. I'll add that to the list right beside Draco Malfoy, she thought with heavy sarcasm.
"So. . ." Harry started. "Let me get this straight. You're the daughter of Sirius Black, but you've been living with the Lestranges all your life. But you've obviously known your father too. What about your mother?"
"Died giving birth to me. . . school girlfriend of Padfoot's," Evelyn said shortly.
"Okay. So you didn't want Sirius to tell me about you? Because he sure didn't."
Evelyn smiled. "Yeah, I know. I just had this impression that you were a stuck-up little problematic psycho tragic hero boy. Of course, that was before I actually MET Rita Skeeter."
She laughed and continued. "But last year Sirius told me how you were really a "great kid", and he wanted me to talk to you. And then since my dad's . . . death . . . I guess I figured I should talk to you. Because you might need a friend who, um, understands it all."
Harry looked at Evelyn. Woah, she has really pretty eyes, he thought. They remind me a lot of Sirius. . .
"Yeah, a friend would be nice."
"Then friends it is, Mr. Potter," Evelyn agreed.
"As you wish, Miss Lestrange."
"Please, good sir, you may call me Miss Black." She giggled.
"Alright then, Evelyn, what do you suggest we do?" Harry didn't feel tired, and was eager to find out more about this girl.
"We could probably get hot chocolates from the house elves in the kitchen. Oh, and you can call me Evie."
The two headed off to the fruit bowl downstairs.
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Meanwhile, behind the curtain, way up in wizard heaven, Sirius Black sat on a small, cottony pink cloud. Beside him, sittings on a normal WHITE cloud were James and Lily Potter.
"Ooo, look James!" Lily squealed in girlish excitement. "They've met!"
James and Sirius both peered down through a window of glass, and watched as their fifteen and sixteen-year-old children walked down the Hogwarts halls together.
"Ha!" Sirius gloated. "I knew it would happen."
"They were just MEANT for each other," Lily expressed dreamily.
"Lil, sweetie, they're just friends," James informed her.
"Oh, whatever." With that Lily stood up, flicked her red hair at James, and walked off cloud number 7. "I'm going to get some fruit punch." (A/N: Don't ask.)
"So, Padfoot, buddy. What's up with pink cloud? Getting in touch with your feminine side?"
Sirius leaped off cloud 9 and attacked James. "Hey, I was kidding!"
The two best friends settled down and watched the window with great interest. James got bored with watching them just chatting on their way to the kitchens, so decided to search around for the Window Remote of Doom.
"Hey, James!" Sirius yelled. "Look at that! Evelyn just slapped Harry right across the face!"
"Are you serious?" James asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, man!"
Returning for a look himself, James gazed through the window. "But there's not even a red mark on Harry's face!"
Sirius laughed. "Of course there isn't."
Nonplussed, James stared expectantly at Padfoot.
"I was kidding, she didn't slap him," Snuffles admitted.
"But you said you were serious!" James complained.
"Ah, but Prongs my dear friend, I am Sirius."
"WHAT???"
Sirius had now succeeded in successfully completely confusing James Potter.
"Jerk" was all Prongs had to say about the matter. Then Lily returned, and the two shut up.
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"Tickle the pear," Harry instructed.
Evie did so, and the door to the kitchens opened. The house elves hurried to bring them a tray of hot chocolates and biscuits, magicking a table to the corner.
Harry and Evelyn sat down, now warm and a lot less stressed. They began to chat about nothing in particular, and soon the topic turned to Sirius.
"I really miss him," Harry confided.
"I know, me too. But think. . . he's with James now. And they're probably up there looking down on us right now. . ."
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Sirius cackled evilly. "Prongs, would you be a good man and pass me the Window Remote of Doom?"
And James handed it over.
Sirius looked at it like it was the greatest treasure he had ever held, and then began to sing quietly.
"Evelyn and Harry, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. It's not their fault, it's not up to them, 'Cause I've got control, heaven's greatest gem. First come love, then comes. . ."
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A/N: NEVER, I repeat, NEVER give Padfoot the Window Remote of Doom. MUHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, this should be interesting. Sadly I may not be able to update until Monday, because I will be at a friend's house, but I will try. Thanks for REVIEWING!
~Emery
Lisa-Chan3 = Yep, Sirius had a daughter. Hahaha.
OtterMoon = Thanks for your kind review!
This is chapter two, and it looks to be longer and more fun. Enjoy!
=All About Black=
CHAPTER TWO: WATCHING OVER US
**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
Harry had only one choice . . . He had to follow her. He sped out of the room, his lean frame and Quidditch muscles straining to catch up with the girl.
Yet there seemed to be no point, for Evelyn Lestrange was walking towards HIM.
"Sorry, Harry," she apologized, them having caught up to each other. "WAY too much stress."
"That's alright," Harry grinned a little lopsidedly.
Wow, cute smile, thought Evelyn. Great, now I have a crush on Harry Potter. I'll add that to the list right beside Draco Malfoy, she thought with heavy sarcasm.
"So. . ." Harry started. "Let me get this straight. You're the daughter of Sirius Black, but you've been living with the Lestranges all your life. But you've obviously known your father too. What about your mother?"
"Died giving birth to me. . . school girlfriend of Padfoot's," Evelyn said shortly.
"Okay. So you didn't want Sirius to tell me about you? Because he sure didn't."
Evelyn smiled. "Yeah, I know. I just had this impression that you were a stuck-up little problematic psycho tragic hero boy. Of course, that was before I actually MET Rita Skeeter."
She laughed and continued. "But last year Sirius told me how you were really a "great kid", and he wanted me to talk to you. And then since my dad's . . . death . . . I guess I figured I should talk to you. Because you might need a friend who, um, understands it all."
Harry looked at Evelyn. Woah, she has really pretty eyes, he thought. They remind me a lot of Sirius. . .
"Yeah, a friend would be nice."
"Then friends it is, Mr. Potter," Evelyn agreed.
"As you wish, Miss Lestrange."
"Please, good sir, you may call me Miss Black." She giggled.
"Alright then, Evelyn, what do you suggest we do?" Harry didn't feel tired, and was eager to find out more about this girl.
"We could probably get hot chocolates from the house elves in the kitchen. Oh, and you can call me Evie."
The two headed off to the fruit bowl downstairs.
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Meanwhile, behind the curtain, way up in wizard heaven, Sirius Black sat on a small, cottony pink cloud. Beside him, sittings on a normal WHITE cloud were James and Lily Potter.
"Ooo, look James!" Lily squealed in girlish excitement. "They've met!"
James and Sirius both peered down through a window of glass, and watched as their fifteen and sixteen-year-old children walked down the Hogwarts halls together.
"Ha!" Sirius gloated. "I knew it would happen."
"They were just MEANT for each other," Lily expressed dreamily.
"Lil, sweetie, they're just friends," James informed her.
"Oh, whatever." With that Lily stood up, flicked her red hair at James, and walked off cloud number 7. "I'm going to get some fruit punch." (A/N: Don't ask.)
"So, Padfoot, buddy. What's up with pink cloud? Getting in touch with your feminine side?"
Sirius leaped off cloud 9 and attacked James. "Hey, I was kidding!"
The two best friends settled down and watched the window with great interest. James got bored with watching them just chatting on their way to the kitchens, so decided to search around for the Window Remote of Doom.
"Hey, James!" Sirius yelled. "Look at that! Evelyn just slapped Harry right across the face!"
"Are you serious?" James asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, man!"
Returning for a look himself, James gazed through the window. "But there's not even a red mark on Harry's face!"
Sirius laughed. "Of course there isn't."
Nonplussed, James stared expectantly at Padfoot.
"I was kidding, she didn't slap him," Snuffles admitted.
"But you said you were serious!" James complained.
"Ah, but Prongs my dear friend, I am Sirius."
"WHAT???"
Sirius had now succeeded in successfully completely confusing James Potter.
"Jerk" was all Prongs had to say about the matter. Then Lily returned, and the two shut up.
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"Tickle the pear," Harry instructed.
Evie did so, and the door to the kitchens opened. The house elves hurried to bring them a tray of hot chocolates and biscuits, magicking a table to the corner.
Harry and Evelyn sat down, now warm and a lot less stressed. They began to chat about nothing in particular, and soon the topic turned to Sirius.
"I really miss him," Harry confided.
"I know, me too. But think. . . he's with James now. And they're probably up there looking down on us right now. . ."
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Sirius cackled evilly. "Prongs, would you be a good man and pass me the Window Remote of Doom?"
And James handed it over.
Sirius looked at it like it was the greatest treasure he had ever held, and then began to sing quietly.
"Evelyn and Harry, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. It's not their fault, it's not up to them, 'Cause I've got control, heaven's greatest gem. First come love, then comes. . ."
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A/N: NEVER, I repeat, NEVER give Padfoot the Window Remote of Doom. MUHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, this should be interesting. Sadly I may not be able to update until Monday, because I will be at a friend's house, but I will try. Thanks for REVIEWING!
~Emery