Disclaimer: This chapter includes a direct quote from OotP. Just letting you know, seeing as I DO NOT OWN HP! Although it would be nice if someone could UPS me the guy who played him in the movies. Just a hint as to what I would like for Yule.
Another Arrival
Sakhmet could tell something was going to happen when she noticed that Snape was in a worse mood than usual. They had grown to tolerate each other over the summer, but that day he acted like he had during their first lesson. When Mrs. Black started shouting furiously about the people her son allowed into her house, Sakhmet was excused to tell the old woman to shut her trap. After extending her usual familial threats of a sandstorm worse than the last one, Sakhmet turned to greet the newcomer.
"Hello. I'm Sakhmet, Sirius' daughter. And you'd be my god-brother then." She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."
The boy shook her hand in a daze. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but since when has Sirius had a daughter?"
"The past thirteen years, but he only found out that I existed last winter. He hasn't been able to say much about me due to the problems with owl mail."
"What problems with owl mail?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"They can be intercepted," replied Sakhmet, surprised that he hadn't already guessed it. "Now if you don't mind, I have to go back to my lesson if I want to ever start my fourth year at Hogwarts."
A few hours later, Sakhmet said goodbye to Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore had recently stopped teaching her for reasons unknown. Hearing shouting on the second floor, she quietly walked up the stairs until she stood outside the door of one of the guestrooms.
(A/N: This is the direct quote I warned you about.)"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT—WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH OF YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?"
At that point, Sakhmet felt it was about time to intrude. If she could silence her grandmother, she could probably silence the boy who lived. She pushed the door open, making sure it creaked. Hermione and Ron looked at her, their eyes wide. Harry turned around, still fuming. "I guess Sirius forgot to tell me that."
"What that I'm under-appreciated?"
"No, that you're self-centered."
"WHAT?"
"Well, in all the stories he told me about you, he never mentioned once that you think it's all you doing these things. Not that it isn't or anything, but he always said how proud he was of how you always mentioned what your friends had done to help even when everybody else was busy gadding on about how the Boy Who Lived did something else amazing. Now that I've met you and heard you behind the scenes, it's rather a lot like politics."
The boy in front of her blinked in confusion.
"In politics, people pretend to be something they're not just so they look good. They mention how thankful they are that there were people who helped them along the way even when they're not just so they look good. You may not be doing it intentionally, but you're being a politician." She turned to leave. "Oh, and by the way, my room's next door, so SHUT THE HELL UP! Because I can get very grouchy and sometimes violent as I'm sure Ron will be warning you soon. Dinner will be served soon. I'd suggest you finish your tantrum before then." And with that, Sakhmet left and went next door to her room where she collapsed on the bed. It took a lot of work to be intimidating. But on the bright side of things, the room she had left was amazingly quiet.