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A.N. sorry it has been so long to update, but i have had college and homework grumbles so here is a long chapter to make up for it. Thanks for your patience.

Aprilise: yep, sirius' life is going to be hell. Amaya will hate him for a long time, and will make his life as awkward as possible.

Mahia:Amaya is going to make Sirius' life very hard.

Paula: he just didn't think. And that she could leave him after she has left the seventhyear of Hogwarts, so in his mind, he has two years to make it up to her.

Lav-katie-hp: yep, itis a good book. glad you like the story.

Risi: No, the law is not on remus' side, and well...just read on.

Dortha: I agree hun

Ceyxa: They might get back together. they might not

Crazy-Psycho: here it is. enjoy

Summer: I hate umbridge as well

Gaul1: She might try to run away

Rozi 126: Remus won't probably get her back. Sirius is a jerk in this. Sorry to all sirius lovers myself included by the way

Dadaiiro: Lily will knock some sense into them. She sort of wasn't told until afterwards. well, just read on.

Hobey-Ho: I liked that last bit as well. Not as much fighting in the future unless Amaya loses her eag

Mooney's mate: She probably will, and james while she is at it. you'll have to read to find out.

Amaya's thoughts

Sorting hat

Draco's thoughts

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Two months had passed since Sirius had abducted Amaya. Two long, lonely months. James has still to be told that he didn't have to sleep on the sofa. Sirius was still to buy a cup, plate or dish that wasn't broken within a day of purchase. And Sirius and Amaya were yet to have a conversation that didn't descend into a screaming argument by the time the second person had spoken. Sirius was sorry that had taken Amaya from Remus; the memory of how she had clung to the tawny haired man, and how the two were ripped apart tore at Sirius' heart. Lily had really had a go at him when she found out. He still shuddered at the memory, and at the havoc that the jumble of hexes and jinxes had caused to both himself and James.

In memory of that, Sirius retrieved a glass and a bottle of Firewhiskey from his drinks cabinet.

'Oh, give us one would you.' Came the tired voice of his best friend from behind him. Obligingly, Sirius poured James some of the amber liquid, before handing it to him. James took the pro-offered glass, looked at it, and then back up at Sirius, eyebrow raised. Sirius sighed and more of the liquid sloshed into the glass until it was nearly full.

'Thanks.' James walked into the lounge 'And bring the bottle.' Both men collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh. James took a mouthful, and then began massaging his neck.

'Still on the sofa?'

'Yes. It's bloody uncomfortable. She won't even let me enlarge it a bit. Old battleaxe.' He muttered.

'If she should be having a go at anyone, it's me. I'm the one who went to Umbridge.'

'Yeah, why did you do that?'

'She drew up the contract. Apparently, it's too mundane for the Minister to deal with.'

'Oh.' Both went back to their drinking.

'When are they due back from the shopping?' James enquired glancing at the clock.

'Over an hour ago. How long does it take to buy some books? I gave them enough money, so they didn't have to get any out.'

'Have you any idea what house she will be sorted into?' Sirius frowned at him in surprise. 'Gryffindor, obviously. I mean both Re and I were in Gryffindor.'

'Yeah, so. Your parents were in Slytherin. She could be sorted there.' Sirius face took on a dark look. 'She had better bloody not be. I don't want her to have anything to do with that house or any of it's members. Any way, I'll find out tomorrow, I'm going to be there for the feast, help her get settled.'

'You have to be kidding me.' Amaya's voice sounded from the doorway. Lily stood behind her. 'The only reason I agreed to go the school is to get away from you…' Sirius winced unhappily '…and now you're telling me I have to put up with you again.'

'I'll just be there for the feast. Just the one night, and then I'll be gone. Anyway. Did you get everything you needed? Books, robes, broomstick?'

'Yes.' Amaya replied sullenly. 'Don't know why I have the broomstick. I've never flown. We got an owl though.' And her face shone with joy as she produced an ebony black owl, with speckles of white on his front. 'I've named him Ziggy. After Ziggy Stardust.'

'Good name. He's a bloody brilliant musician.' Amaya frowned.

'You like Ziggy Stardust.' Sirius just nodded and pointed to a large stack of LP's and CD's. Amaya fidgeted, as if to stop herself from flying at them. She loved music.

'I'd better go and pack my trunk.'

'Let me know if you need anything. I'll send it up.'

Amaya nodded as she began to laboriously drag her things upstairs.

'We have house elves for a reason.' Sirius reminded her. Amaya scowled.

'Maybe I just like doing things myself.'

Lily watched the conversation in silence. After Amaya had disappeared, Sirius leaned back, a slight smug grin on his face.

'What?' She asked.

'Well, that's the first time we have had a conversation, where we didn't end up screaming at each other. Did you have a good time?'

'Reasonably. She was put out at having to use your money, but the goblins wouldn't give her access to Remus' vault.'

'Is that why you were late?' Lily looked up sharply, eyes biting with anger.

'Partly. We also spent time in the bookshop. Did you know that she likes to read? The music shop. Did you know she could play? That she likes to play the piano, flute, saxophone and violin. I found all of these out and more besides today, when you should have been learning them, as you could have done had you not acted like your usual hot-headed self.' Sirius began to shrink back, further with each word spoken until he had pressed himself so far into the back of the sofa that he was close to appearing through the other side.

'She doesn't like me Lily. We don't even talk. We can't have a conversation without loosing our tempers.'

'And we all know why that is. She loves Remus, and when you took her from him it broke her heart. Of course she won't like you. If you had any sense, you would keep out of her way.'

'Yeah, well she is going to Hogwarts tomorrow, she will be well away from me there.' Lily only frowned.


Walking through the doors and along the aisles between two of the tables, Amaya felt her stomach sink with nervousness. She tried to ignore the mutterings, surely aimed at her as she was the tallest walking to the head table. She eyed the stool and hat curiously before her Papa's voice rose up in her head, explaining when he described the Sorting. Ruthlessly, she squashed the memory. I won't think of him. I won't. One by one, the younger students filtered up to the stool and then their chosen tables. Then her name was called. Or, what they thought was her name.

'Amaya Black.' The witch called. Amaya narrowed her eyes. 'Amaya Black.' She repeated, staring at the girl.'

'AMAYA BLACK.' The woman was now giving Amaya a hawk-eyed glare, one that Amaya returned with equal force. From her peripheral vision, she saw Sirius bury his head in his hands.

'Are you here for a sorting?' The elder witch asked in a biting voice.

'Yes.' Amaya gritted out.

'And are you called Amaya?'

'Yes.'

'Then why did you not come up when I called you?'

'Because you called Amaya Black. I am Amaya Lupin. I though you wanted someone else.' McGonagall's eyebrows rose to her hairline.

'Very well. Amaya Lupin.' Smiling, Amaya stepped forwards. The hat slid down over her eyes.

Stubborn one aren't we?

What?

I said…

I heard what you said. What did you mean?

Well, waiting there when it was obvious she meant you.

Well, Black isn't my name. Lupin is.

To business, where should I put you. Hmm, you have determination, a degree of stubbornness. Intelligence too, but Ravenclaw is not the place for you. No choice. Gr…

If you dare to place me in Gryffindor, I'll bloody shred you.

But that is the best place for you.

I don't care, I don't want to go there.

Tough young lady.

'Gryffindor.' The hat shouted aloud. The table erupted in cheers and Sirius beamed in pride, but Amaya dragged the hat off her head and shook it at McGonagall

'Make it sort me again.' The cheers slowly died away as they registered what she had said.

'I'm afraid I can't do that.' An elderly man said from the table. 'Once sorted, you cannot be sorted again.'

'Furnunurculus.' The hex was cast so quickly, Dumbledore didn't have time to dodge as boils sprouted across his face. The hall broke out in murmurs. Some in awe, some in anger. Sirius just gaped incredulously at his daughter who was glaring at the man she had just jinxed, one memory riding above all others in her mind.

Flashback

'Mr Lupin. You have presented your case to us. Although you were trying to prevent Mr Black from taking your daughter when you hit Auror Smith, and that you hit him while trying to protect her; your claim of abduction is invalid as custody of her already belonged to Mr Black.' Dumbledore spoke aloud to the courtroom, his light blue eyes devoid of any twinkle. 'The Wizengamot is unanimous in it's decision that you are guilty of attempted murder, and I hereby sentence you to five years in a werewolf concentration camp.'

Remus looked aghast. Amaya wailed and vaulted over the box where she stood with Sirius. Running, she was caught round the waist as she tried to reach her Papa. Arms reaching for him, she sobbed his name. He could only look down on her dumb-struck as he was hauled away.

End Flashback

Someone muttered the counter curse.

'Thankyou Miss Granger.' The man said graciously as he walked around to face the seething girl. Face fixed on the man she hated almost as much as Sirius, she didn't notice the symbol on her robes adjust to show the Gryffindor Lion.

'That was a good hex Miss Lupin.'

'You sent Papa to a Werewolf Camp. He didn't do anything wrong.' Amaya said quietly. 'Sirius hadn't adopted me until after he took me from Papa.'

'There are documents which contradict this. Official documents. I am sorry that you do not like your house, but I am certain you will grow to. Now please sit. I am most hungry, as I am sure others are. Perhaps we can chat later.' With that, he returned to his table. And Amaya dropped onto a seat at hers, as far from the others as she possibly could. She barely heard Dumbledore's speech, and didn't even blink when heaps of food appeared on the tables. She didn't stir from her thoughts until several people came to sit next to her. Seeing one was Harry she groaned.

'That was a good hex.' One red-haired boy said who sat opposite her. 'I'm Fred.'

'I'm George. Dumbledore didn't have time to dodge.'

Amaya mumbled hello. She looked startled when the sandy haired boy who grabbed her bag smiled at her, taking in her whole figure. 'I'm Seamus. No hard feeling about in the hall.' Amaya's blood boiled. How the hell can you expect me to forgive you just like that. Some of her anger must have shown on her face, because Harry rubbed her back in what he thought was a comforting manner.

'Seamus didn't mean anything bad. It was just a prank. We could put that behind us now. Isn't that right?' Somehow, Seamus managed a smile at Harry and a leer at Amaya. She jumped when she felt his hand brush her leg, and gave him a full armed slap.

'Come on. We could be friends.' His hand brushed too low on her back, and Amaya tuned to face him fully.

'Keep your hands from me.' Reaching behind her, her hand grasped the handle of a large jug 'We are not going to be friends.' Bringing the jug round, Harry gasped as the sticky, orange liquid gushed over his hair and down his face. Slamming the jug down, she flounced of to the other side of the hall, and threw herself down to a platinum blonde haired boy.

'Hello.' She muttered.

'Hello.' The boy wiped his hands before extending one to her. Amaya shook it. 'I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.'

'Amaya Lupin.'

'Hungry?' The boy enquired as her stomach gurgled. Smiling sheepishly, she pulled a slice of Chicken pie towards her, and tucked in willingly. Draco continued to watch her, as he had from across the hall. She is interesting. Especially how she dealt with Potter. He frowned reflectively. Very Interesting. The meal progressed in silence. When all the plates had been cleared the students began to return to their dorms. Amaya looked gloomy.

'Well, goodnight Amaya.'

'Night Draco.'

She slowly trudged to the Gryffindor Tower, often pausing to ask the Portraits for directions until she came upon one portraying a lady in a pink silk dress.

'Password.'

'Err…' there is a password? Oh Boy.

'Excuse me.' Behind her was the pearly figure of a man in a ruff. 'Pardon me. I am Sir Nicholas. Resident ghost of Gryffindor. I was sent by Headmaster Dumbledore to tell you the password, as the prefects wouldn't have had opportunity to tell you.' Turning, he addressed to painting 'Family Ties.' The woman swung forward to admit the girl. 'Your belongings would have been brought up.' Nicholas informed her. As he disappeared through the floor Amaya thanked him profusely.

She walked into the common room, and looked around, marvelling at the decorations. Then she realised the silence, and that all were staring at her. Instantly, her spines went up, and she sprang to defensive mode.

'Where is my dorm?'

A coloured girl spoke up who she remembered was called Parvati answered. 'Well, our dorm is up there.' She pointed. 'But we don't accept snake lovers in this house. So you can get out.'

'You what?' Amaya asked incredulously. 'You can't kick me out.'

'Oh can't we. Well, we are. You wanted to be resorted, so we obviously aren't good enough for you. Now get out.' Slowly, Amaya looked around. One bushy haired girl seemed on the verge of saying something, and a young red-haired girl stepped towards her, but was held back by the one called Ron.

'Fine. I didn't want to be here anyway.' Then she turned on her heel and left.

A bitterly cold wind swept round the castle, but it was unfelt by all save one girl who sat alone at the top of a tall tower, knees up to her chin, tears trickling down her face.


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