Dear Mr. Jesus (An Abused Child's Prayer)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I also don't own this song, Dear Mr. Jesus (An Abused Child's Prayer), either. The words and music are by Richard Klender. But I do own this plot.

Author's Notes: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed. By the way, you may have noticed that I actually avoid mentioning names because I don't choose names well. But you'd see two unfamiliar names here. Elrich Black – Sirius' real father, and Violet – Sirius' real mother. I just gave them those names since in the book, Sirius' mother was never named if I'm correct. Plus, my story's a bit different. In my story, Sirius' aunt and uncle forced him to call them his parents but he actually has real parents whom he loved and cherished. Not hated like the parents he hated in the Harry Potter Book.

Continuation….

Please don't let them hurt your children

Sirius looked around as he stepped in the compartment. No one was around. Almost everybody was near the front compartments of the train.

Sirius placed his mother's wand on the seats and got some silver Sickles and bronze Knuts from his luggage. Uncle Alphard had given him some money and told him that there would be a cart full of candies and other sweets in the train. Sirius wanted to buy some Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pastries, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and some Licorice Wands.

A few minutes passed and finally, the woman pushing the cart of candies arrived. Sirius happily bought the sweets he wanted to try. He never got them when he was with his uncle and aunt. They always gave Regulus everything they bought.

Sirius watched the students get to the line first. They were escorted to the Great Hall where all the teachers and students stayed in. the First Years were just getting sorted. Sirius couldn't wait for his turn to get sorted. Hopefully, he can get in Gryffindor.

They stopped near the front of the hall and Sirius could see a ragged-looking hat. Everyone was looking at the hat and suddenly, the hat began to sing…

In the early time of history

Four friends came to be

They built a school, a special one

Where exist four families.

The founders of our magic school,

A common goal they've laid

But how to carry on when they're gone?

And so I was soon made.

To choose among the students

And sort them differently.

And so to make them all belonged

Group them accordingly.

The bravest of the students,

Gryffindor takes them in his place

While Hufflepuff took those wizards

Who were much like his ways

Meanwhile, wise Ravenclaw

Took those with a ready mind

While the cunning Slytherin

Took those of untainted kind.

Which house do you belong to?

Put me on and I will see

Don't be afraid for I mean no harm

I'll just tell you where you'll be!

Sirius joined the others as they clapped for the hat. Then, Professor McGonagall stepped forward, holding a long roll of parchment, which, Sirius suspected, contained the list of First Years.

Sirius wrung his hands together nervously as he watched the first girl being called to be sorted.

'What if the hat puts me in Slytherin?' Sirius wondered to himself. 'I don't want to be in that House!'

"Black, Sirius!"

Sirius snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called. He looked at Professor McGonagall. The strict woman looked at him and motioned to the stool where the hat was placed. Sirius stepped forward. Before the hat was placed over his head, Sirius could see a small smile on Professor McGonagall's face.

Then, everything seemed to quiet down. Sirius looked at the black inside of the Sorting Hat and waited.

"Hmm… another Black, eh?" a small voice said.

'Yep,' Sirius thought. 'Sirius Black.'

"I can see that. Young Sirius, you seem a lot different from the others. I can see that you're cunning. You favor challenges and seem intelligent. But different, yes. Very different. Not at all like the usual Blacks."

'I should know that. I'm supposed to be a disgrace,' Sirius thought bitterly.

"Ah, but you're wrong. You took after your parents. Better be…. GRYFFINDOR!"

Sirius took off the hat and approached the Gryffindor table happily.

He was in Gryffindor! His parents never told him that they were Gryffindors, too! This was great! At least they can be proud of him. Unlike his uncle and aunt with their idiot child, Regulus.

However, when Sirius reached the table, no one seemed to be welcoming him. Almost everyone shied away from him. Most of the students were giving him nasty looks. Sirius stood in front of the table, feeling small. He didn't sit down and felt like running away.

Why were they like this? Is it because he was a Black? But he wasn't like his uncle or aunt. He was like his parents. His kind parents. His parents who were Gryffindors. So why were the students looking at him like that?

Sirius didn't know how long he stood there. But a first year with unruly, black hair, wearing glasses, stood next to Sirius and sat down. The boy with glasses pulled Sirius down, forcing Sirius to sit down.

"Hiya, Mate!" the boy wearing glasses said to Sirius.

Sirius looked at the boy.

"Hello," Sirius muttered.

"I'm James," the boy grabbed Sirius' hand, shaking it. "James Potter."

"I'm Sirius Black," Sirius said, introducing himself to the boy. "Why… are you so good to me?"

"Huh?" James looked around, seeing the surprised faces of the other students at seeing James associating with a Black. "Oh…. Don't mind them. it doesn't matter what they think. Besides," James grinned at Sirius, "my parents said that the name or blood of a man doesn't define him as a person. It's his actions that show who he really is. You seem pretty good to me!"

"I…" Sirius didn't know what to say.

"Besides," James said, his eyes twinkling, "the fact that you were sorted in Gryffindor proves that you're better than most people here!"


They need love and shelter from the storm

Sixteen-year-old Sirius faced his uncle bravely, trying not to show his fear.

"Worthless kid!" his uncle cursed. "You're no son of mine!"

"I never claimed to be your son!" Sirius talked back. "You never were my father and you never will be!"

"Don't speak to me that way!" his uncle told Sirius dangerously.

"Of course not, father," Sirius said mockingly. "I would never speak to you in such a disrespectful manner."

"I'm warning you, Sirius Black!" Sirius' uncle said. "If you continue hanging out with the Mudblood loving Potter and that idiot Lupin, I will have you whipped!"

"Too late for that now, isn't it?" Sirius asked sarcastically.

"You ungrateful child!" Sirius' aunt added, entering the room.

"There weren't much to be grateful for anyway," Sirius said airily. "You made sure of that."

"If you don't learn to be a proper Black, don't expect us to bring you to the station when term starts or anywhere anymore!" his aunt said.

"Fine," Sirius said.

His uncle and aunt left the room, still angry about what had happened.

"Be that way," Sirius muttered. "I've had it with this stupid pure-blooded mania of theirs. I'm out of here!"

Sirius took his mother's wand, which he still used and called his own. Then, he got some of his belongings and placed them in a big bag. Then, he got his broom.

"Farewell, Grimmauld Place," Sirius muttered, smiling as he opened the door of the house and got out.

James had told him that if he needed a place to stay, Sirius could stay with the Potters anytime. Mr. And Mrs. Potter had said the same thing.

Sirius mounted his broom.

"It's good to be free…"


Please don't let them hurt your children

(The day Sirius was taken in by his uncle)

Alphard watched as his brother arrived with young Sirius in his arms. Alphard quickly opened the door of the house and got out.

"You did it," Alphard said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes," his brother said. "I've gotten the child. He's sleeping for now. I need to leave him here and go back."

"What for?"

"Unfinished business."

"Stay with the child," Alphard decided. "I'll clean everything up."

Alphard's brother looked at Alphard suspiciously.

"All right. I'll bring the child to the room. You go and wipe away all the evidence before the Ministry gets there," the man holding Sirius said.

"Yes," Alphard hurriedly left the premises.

Alphard entered the house, feeling ill as he looked at all the dead bodies. Had his brother really killed his other brother?

Alphard took out his wand. He was about to transfigure the bodies and get rid of them when he saw a man stirring.

"Elrich," Alphard quickly approached his brother, the father of Sirius.

"Alphard," Elrich gasped. "Where's Sirius?"

"Sirius? He's…" Alphard didn't know what to say.

"They took him, didn't they?" Elrich groaned as he tried to sit up. "They took my whole family away. They killed Violet. Now they took Sirius. Alphard, give me back my son!"

"I…" Alphard looked at his brother despairingly. "I can't, Elrich. I can't do anything about it."

"No, you can't let them control you like this!" Elrich said.

"I'm not letting them," Alphard said defensively.

"Alphard, they'll make Sirius like them. You can't allow that. I can't allow that! Give Sirius back to me!" Elrich grasped Alphard's robes tightly.

"Elrich," Alphard started.

"Give him back!" Elrich said over and over. "Give Sirius back!"

"Elrich!" Alphard said sternly.

The saddened father looked at his brother.

"Elrich, I promise," Alphard said. "I promise I'll keep Sirius from becoming like them. I'll teach him to be good. But you can't get him. Not now. If you do, they'll kill you. You don't have the strength and they have all the allies that you do not have. Give it time, Elrich. And you can get Sirius back. But for now, you have to let him go."

"No," Elrich shook his head. "No, I can't let him go! I can't leave him with those bastards! You know that!"

Alphard shook his head slowly.

"I'm sorry, brother," Alphard said. He got his wand out and pointed it at Elrich. "Obliviate."

Alphard placed his brother down the bed gently.

"I'm sorry, Elrich," Alphard said. "But if I let you go now, I know you will try to get Sirius back. They will kill you that way. I'll leave some of the things you hold dear with you, brother. This way, you may be able to regain your memories after Sirius have grown. And you can get him back.

Don't worry about your son," Alphard smiled wistfully. "If he's anything like you, which I am sure, he is, then they can never break him. He'll always live according to how you wanted him to live. And he'll definitely be your son. Sirius will make sure of that. I'll make sure of that.

"Until then, make yourself stronger. And when you remember everything, you can have your son back. Besides, there's always hope. As long as Sirius remembers…"


Won't you keep us safe and warm

(When Sirius was still in his fifth year. A year before he ran away…)

Sirius looked out the window. He could see the vast school grounds and the Forbidden Forest. And beyond those… were mountains.

Sirius could see the shadow of a cliff as the clouds covered the light of the moon. Aside from the clouds covering the moon, the sky was otherwise, clear. There weren't that many stars in the sky. In fact, the only thing giving light in the absence of the moon was Sirius' namesake.

Sirius watched the star wistfully. That star held the memories of a young child growing up with his two kind-hearted parents. The star held the promise of a mother's love for her child and a father's protection for his child. The star… held the memory of his past, which he fervently holds on to. That star… was his star.

"Sirius," a calm voice whispered.

Sirius turned.

"Hello, Remus," Sirius greeted, smiling, trying to hide his pain.

Remus Lupin looked at his friend and knew that something was bothering the teen.

"Anything wrong?" Remus asked, sitting on his bed, which was across the window where Sirius stayed.

"Nope," Sirius turned back to look outside again. "Everything's fine."

"Anything I can do?" Remus pressed on.

Sirius shook his head slowly.

"It's all right," Sirius said.

Remus looked down, thinking. Then, he joined Sirius.

"James told me that you've all done it," Remus said.

"Yes," Sirius grinned. "You should have seen Peter trying to change. It was funny. Took long though. James still has a big head even in his animagi form."

"Hehe…" Remus tried to make the mood a little lighter. "You mean the antlers and all?"

"Need you ask?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Remus smiled.

"What about you?" Remus asked, softly. "What animal are you?"

Sirius looked out the window. The clouds had already drifted away. The moon was shining next to Sirius, the brightest star in the sky. And Sirius found himself staring at the shadow of a cliff beyond the Forbidden Forest.

It was a sign. Sirius knew that it had to be a sign.

On the cliff, were three shadows…

A werewolf, a stag, and…

"A black dog," Sirius said, smiling sadly. "A black dog."

-The End-

A/N: Well, what do you think? Please review and tell me what you think!