Truth
Sirius rubbed his knee. "Why in the world would she do something like that?"
"Sirius, there's something I need to explain to you."
"Well, you've certainly picked a time to do it."
"The last time I tried to tell you, you walked out of my office," Dumbledore reminded the man who was now sitting on the crumbling stairs.
"Whatever. Just explain."
"Well, first of all she was kind of raised in Muggle foster homes."
Sirius looked up, eyes wide in shock. His expression turned into a glare. "And it's taken you how long to find her?"
"Thirteen years, but that's not the point. The point is that you have to understand the kind of environment that she's been in."
"Okay."
"The second thing is-"
"There's a second thing?"
"Yes."
"But I'm still recovering from the first thing."
"Oh, shut up and let the old fart finish!" shouted old Mrs. Black from her ancient frame.
"You were saying?" asked Sirius blankly.
"Well, did you notice anything different about her name?"
"It sounds Egyptian, but that's not that big of a difference from the other names in this family."
"It's the name of an Egyptian goddess and part of a prophecy."
"Not another prophecy," groaned Sirius. It was bad enough having to listen to the old man, but when he started rambling on about prophecies, he was almost as bad as Professor Trelawney, a divination teacher at Hogwarts who thought she was a seer.
"Yes, another prophecy, and this one concerns your daughter." At this Sirius sat up. "Sakhmet used to be Hathor, Egyptian goddess of love and fertility. But one day Ra told her to destroy all mortals, and she became Sakhmet, goddess of war and death."
"You're talking about the Egyptian goddess Sakhmet, right? Not the one who just ditched us?"
"Well, the goddess is part of the prophecy concerning Sakhmet, and yes, I was talking about the goddess."
"Okay, because it's kind of confusing to the rest of us when you're talking about a goddess and a teenager with the same name."
For once in his life, Albus Dumbledore rolled his eyes. "May I continue?"
"Certainly," replied Sirius who was once more reclining on the stairs.
"Basically Sakhmet, your daughter, was and possibly is kind and compassionate. But at one point, she's going to become a killer, and one thing we have to do is make sure she stays on our side."
"And not Moldy Voldy's."
"Exactly."
"So my kid's going to be another disgrace to the family?"
"It would appear so," said Mrs. Black tersely from her grimy portrait.
"Score!" said Sirius whilst doing a victory dance.