Disclaimer: Don't own harry potter or anything to do with it.

A/N: In my story I have power to change what I want to change, so in my story Nerissa and Sirius are in no way related. This might seem meaningless now but it will play a part later in the story.

Draco stared out of the window, he couldn't believe it was going to happen so soon. He picked the letter up and scanned it again.

Dear Draco

You are to become a Death Eater. I never imagined the day to come so soon, but because the war will be starting soon the Master needs more men. I am proud of you. You are turning out to be the son I wanted you to be. The ceremony will be held at the same time as your next Hogsmeade trip. I will meet you behind the Leaky Cauldron. A warning to you now Draco: The Dark Lord does not take well to humour, keep your smart comments to yourself and do not disappoint me.

Your Father

Lucius Malfoy

Draco crumpled the paper in anger and threw it into the fire, destroying the evidence. Now he had nothing to do but wait for the hours to pass by until midnight came and he could finally talk to Chris.

Chris was meanwhile unaware of the trouble that Draco was in. She was lying on her bed staring at her canopy. The tears had stopped coming but the pain remained the same. She missed her mother so much, but then she would think about her father returning and then she would feel relieved. The relief would then turn to guilt at the thought of her mother. And so continued this cycle of thought. She didn't know who to turn to. Who could she truly talk to? No one she concluded. Who would believe that her father was the infamous Sirius Black? And if they did believe her she would be putting her father in danger. Life was to confusing at this point so she stopped wondering what to do and just lay there. Her head was pounding from thinking and crying. For the second time that day there was a light tapping at the window. Chris massaged her temples as she sat up to let Diego in again. The owl landed on her bed, dropped the letter and soared out the window. Chris read the letter and scribbled down on the same piece of parchment that she would meet Draco at midnight. Now however she had to go talk to her father. She walked down to Dumbledore's office, said the password and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Came Dumbledore's friendly voice. Christina walked into the room.

"I'm sorry to bother you headmaster but I was wondering where I could find my father." She said as she looked at the ground.

"Aaah yes. He is on the Forbidden Corridor. His Chambers are behind the statue of gargoyle with three horns. The password is 'Pedigree'." He smiled his encouraging smile and then asked "Is that all Christina?"

"Yes thank you Sir." With that she walked to the Forbidden Corridor. She found the Gargoyle with three horns and then carefully looked around before saying the password.

"Pedigree." She said. The gargoyle slid out of the way to reveal a long dark passageway, lit only by a few torches along the walls. Christina started walking and when she finally came to a door she hesitated before knocking.

"Come in." The voice of her father sounded through the door and she slowly opened it. The sight that she saw shocked her. There sitting in her father's living room, on chairs opposite him were none other than Harry, Hermione and Ron. They looked just as shocked to see her as she was to see them. Sirius had got up and walked to Christina. He moved awkwardly as though he wasn't sure what to do. He then hugged her, thinking it was the right thing to do.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a concerned fatherly voice as he led her to a sofa.

"I'm coping." She said softly as she sat down.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked when he found his voice.

"I could ask you the same question." She said flatly. "How do you know them?"

"I think a long good explanation is in order." Lupin said as he came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of tea and biscuits.

"I think you are right Remus." Sirius said, looking tiredly at his old friend. He shifted nervously in his seat. "Well you see.... Harry is my Godson....and Hermione and Ron helped me in their third year escape from the Dementors."

"Oh." She said softly. Her expression then changed from something of understanding to one of pain. "So all this time I have lived wondering where you were and you have been searching for your Godson, never mind your own daughter, or come to think of it your wife." Christina was now talking in a strangled whisper.

"Listen to me please...."

"No, You listen. For years I have heard about how you are unable to come to us, how you couldn't come back, but meanwhile you're out searching for your Godson! Not a single word to my mother. Your wife. She was a total wreck for the better part of my childhood. Just one letter telling her you were safe would have made her come to her senses. How could you do that to her. How could you do that to me." She said in a final whisper. Sirius was now staring at the floor. Harry, Hermione and Ron didn't even know what to be thinking. They were to confused. But Ron had some of it figured out. If her mother, being his aunt, was his wife then that made......

"That makes you my uncle." Ron said in an astounded voice.

"I....so...you....wait." Harry didn't even know where to begin.

"Sirius continue with the story." Lupin said.

"Christina is my daughter. I was married to your father's sister Ron."

"That's who!" Harry exclaimed suddenly. Then realizing his sudden outburst was slightly out of place he studied his hands looking extremely embarrassed.

"What are you talking about Harry?" Hermione asked, speaking for the first time since Christina had entered the room.

"It's just that from the first time I met Christina I saw something in her, recognized something in her that reminded me of someone and I now realize she reminded me of Sirius." Sirius and Christina looked at each other and the trio studied them carefully. Christina and Sirius had many similarities but she didn't look very much like him. You would have to know Sirius extremely well to pick up the little things that Christina did which could be classified as Sirius-like. He and she both had more or less the same colour hair, Christina's fell to just past her shoulders and was slightly wavy whereas Sirius's was only about shoulder length and straight. They had the same eyes, a dark blue with so much depth and held the secrets of many painful nights. Sirius was tall and quite slim, Christina wasn't stick skinny she was curvy, in a good way and fairly tall.

"Carry on with your story Sirius." Harry said when he realized the awkward silence.

"As I was saying, Christina is my daughter. When I was imprisoned for supposedly killing Peter and betraying your parents Harry, the ministry suspected that Elise, my wife, was in on it. She wasn't however, she had to flee and she took Christina with her. They went to live in the English countryside. When I escaped, I was unable to track her down because she had a secret keeper. She was trying at all costs to keep Christina away from me, to keep her safe. The rest is somewhat unimportant. I went to live with Lupin, he brought me here and Dumbledore brought Christina and I back together" Sirius finished off and sighed heavily. He put his head in his hands as if he didn't have enough energy to hold it up without support.

"But wait, why don't I know about you being my uncle?" said Ron confusedly. "Why didn't my parents mention anything?"

"They didn't know." He said softly.

"Wait what?!" Ron questioned. "How did they not know?"

"Well your aunt, Elise, was sort of cast out of the family after....Let me tackle this from a different angle. You know the Malfoy's, correct?" Christina had started nodding but then realized the question had not been directed at her and abruptly stopped. Ron, however, only nodded. His ears slowly turning pink.

"Lupin I have a headache of atomic proportions. Continue the story while I find something to cure the throbbing pain." Sirius said as he left the room.

"Well do you know why the Malfoys hate the Weasleys? Well I'll tell you then. Your father, Ron came from one of the most respected, powerful and rich wizarding families in all of England." At this Ron's mouth dropped open and he looked quite fishlike. "Like the Malfoys however they had a reputation for dealing in 'black markets' as you could call it. They were reputed to be Death Eaters and when time came for Arthur and Elise to join their family as followers of the Dark Lord, they refused. So they were thrown out on the streets. However the family had somehow kept it from Arthur that Elise didn't want to join and visa versa in the hope that they would feel like black sheep and be obliged to return. The family thought that if Arthur and Elise joined together they would try to convince their younger brothers, Ryan and Steve to do the same. Their family just washed their hands off them and pretended they didn't exist. Elise never knew that Arthur was also kicked out otherwise they would have stayed in contact, looked out for each other. That's why the Malfoys hate the Weasleys, for betraying the Dark Lord."

"I also think it has something to do with Lucius' crush on Molly." Said Sirius returning into the room. A faltering smile playing on his lips. The events of the day were still playing in his mind.

"Lucius and my mom?" Ron said out loud while wrinkling his nose. "That's just wrong."

"Yes well that's about the entire story, isn't it Sirius?" Lupin asked looking around the room but Sirius wasn't listening. He was staring out the window, deep in thought. Lupin was about to say something but Sirius started talking. He was talking to no one in particular.

"I wish.....I just wish I had told Elise sooner. Told her I was innocent. I didn't want her to die with this image of me as a lying murderer." His fist slammed the window pane so hard that Christina was afraid the window might shatter. She got up and went to him. She was staring out at the lake, standing by his side she started talking.

"I'm sure she believed you were innocent. I know she did." The tears were now gradually finding their way into Christina's eyes. "She had told me ever since I was little about what you had done, what a cruel man you were and how I shouldn't think of you as my father." With each word Sirius seemed to wince in pain. "She put on a brave face in front of me but behind closed doors she cried often. She would pray and ask for you to come back or to forget you, she said she didn't want to love you as much as she did anymore, not if you weren't going to return to her." She looked up into her father's eyes. "I guess she thought that if she could convince me to forget about you, she could convince herself to forget. She loved you more than anything. I know that deep down she believed you were innocent. She realized you weren't coming back so she just tried to forget you. I know she loved you. Don't try to convince yourself otherwise. She loved you more that life itself." Christina was now almost only whispering. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the cold glass. Sirius looked pale and sick. When one solitary tear ran down his face he wiped it away slowly and stroked his daughters hair. He then pulled her into a hug. Lupin, Harry, Hermione and Ron just watched them, Hermione looked close to tears herself. Christina lifted her head and then she and Sirius seemed to realize the presence of everyone else. She returned to her seat wiping her eyes. Everyone sat in silence, sipping their tea for about five minutes then everyone said good night and returned to their common rooms.

Draco was pacing his room, waiting for midnight, watching the seconds tick by. It was eleven forty five, he decided it was best to start walking to the forest now.

He walked slowly down the darkened halls, listening for the slightest sounds. He made sure he stayed in the shadows. When he got outside the castle he quickly made his way toward the forest, all the while hoping his hooded robe would hide his platinum blonde hair.

Christina, Harry, Hermione and Ron all walked side by side to their common room. Nobody dared speak, they walked in silence, praying that no teachers or prefects caught them out of bed at this time of night. Christina was deep in thought; it was the first day of lessons and she had already had enough excitement to last a lifetime. They all entered the common room and fell down onto the couches.

"Chris," Ron said very softly. "Why didn't you tell us?" Christina looked at him and saw the hurt in his eyes.

"Would you have believed me?" She said equally soft. Another awkward silence followed.

Hermione looked at her watch and then jumped up from her seat. "Oh my gosh! It's midnight already, I'm going to bed. Goodnight everyone." With that she ran upstairs to her dormitory.

"Midnight.... Draco.... shoot." Christina muttered.

"What was that?" Ron asked.

"Um nothing. I need to....um...go for a walk." She ran out of the common room.

"That seem strange to you Harry?" Ron asked.

"I guess."

"Follow her?"

"I'll get my fathers cloak."

Christina had no problems getting out of the castle. She got to the grounds and after taking five steps on the soft grass rain started pouring from the inky blue sky.

"Just great." She muttered angrily to the wind running to get cover. She reached the forest and looked around for Draco. It seemed that he wasn't there yet. She moved so that she was standing slightly out of view from anyone looking out of the Hogwart's windows. She was, however, completely unaware that exiting the castle doors now, fully equipped with the Marauder's map, was Ron and Harry wanting to know why she had run out of the castle.

She was looking up at the castle thinking "So this is my new home." When suddenly someone grabbed her arm and then that same stranger put a hand over her mouth. The stranger then swung her around and she was face-to-face with Draco.

"Oh my, don't do that ever again." She said as she rested her forehead on his shoulder, chuckling slightly. "I nearly died of fright."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Its oka..." She said but faltered when she saw the expression on his face. "Draco, what happened?" she asked plainly.

"A letter came from my father. I'm to be recruited as a Death Eater." He said it all in one breath, in an emotionless tone.

"What? No, you don't have to. I won't let you." She held onto the sleeve of his robe with both hands. He looked at her and smiled sadly. "You can't go, you just can't. You're not like them. You're different. Please don't. Please, please don't." She put her arms around his neck and continued pleading. Draco's arms went around her waist and he hugged back burying his head at the nape of her neck.

Harry and Ron meanwhile had come across the two friends, not really understanding the situation. Harry had to keep Ron from doing something drastic, like beating Draco to a pulp. "Don't! If she finds out we followed her she will kill us." He whispered this to Ron.

"But look at them." Harry had to admit it was suspicious but they had no right to do anything about it. It was Christina's business.

"It looks like they are about to return. We need to be back in the common room before she gets there." Harry whispered urgently. "Come on." He said as he pulled Ron and he grudgingly obeyed. They ran to the castle.

Draco broke the hug slowly and Christina looked up at him.

"Chris I have to do this." he was broken off when a bolt of lightning hit a nearby tree, setting its branches on fire.

"What? You don't have to do anything."

"Come on. someone is going to come put that out." He grabbed her arm and the ran back to the door.