Chapter 2

Controlled

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All i own is my plot line and my own characters thank you. Now, the next chapter will be up soon hopefully, as all I'll be doing is writing for the next few days.

See you soon! ;)

Narrative

We left our Nyx unconscious at an oddly shaped home known as The Burrow. Her mother has disowned her and has revealed who her real father is, but how will Nyx react once she wakes up?

Nyx POV

I could hear whispered voices around me as I slowly came out of unconscious, stirring on what felt like a couch.

I slowly peeled my eyes open, wincing at the bright lights of the room, and groaning slightly as I tried to sit up, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth as a sharp pain shot through my torso.

As soon as I started to actually get enough leverage to lift my self up despite the pain it caused me, four hands gently pushed me back down.

"Easy there, you're still healing." I heard two voices say in perfect unison, though one sounded just slightly higher than the other. I opened my eyes when I didn't recognize the voices.

"Where am I? And who are all of you?" I asked, sounding afraid even to my own ears.

My outburst only earned me chuckles from the two identical boys in front of me, who I soon recognized as the two who had originally blasted my mother away from me.

"I'm Fred," said one boy, "and I'm George." The other boy said, never missing a beat.

"Hello, I'm Ginny!" A redheaded girl, maybe my age or a little younger, spoke up from the arm chair that sat across from the couch I was on.

It was at that moment when four voices could be heard from somewhere else in the home, three of which sounded angry and the fourth sounded calm, almost smug.

Ginny quickly vacated the room, returning only moments later with four adults in tow, I quickly recognized my grandmother amongst them and immediately tensed when she spotted me.

"Oh! My dear Nyx, what has happened to you!" She shouted as she rushed towards me, her voice dripping with false concern and her eyes holding the promise of punishment for running away.

As she reached me and move to embrace me, I shot back and off the couch, landing in one twins lap where he sat next to the the couch.

"You're not very good at acting grandmother." I sneered at her as her fake concern disappeared and hot anger could be seen on her face. I could feel fear creeping up my spine, knowing I shouldn't of said anything.

"What do you mean by acting deary, she's you're grandmother? She also claims that she is your safe haven when you're mother abuses you." The matriarch of the redheads said from her place in the door way, seemingly blocking two men I didn't recognize from entering.

"Hah! As though she would care! She abuses me too, says I'm the child of a monster and that I ruined her daughters life by being born!" I scoffed and made a move to get out of the twins lap, who I had realized was George as he was missing an ear. Fred, taking pity on me as I winced in pain, helped me to stand his brother following shortly afterwards.

"You vile little creeton! I'm here to try and keep you off the streets and out of the foster system and all you can do is tell them about family matters!" My grandmother roared as she shot her hands out to grab me, only for my frozen form to be ripped back and away from her and to be placed behind two very tall males.

"That is enough of you I believe, Mrs. Eliassen. I've made my decision and Miss. Nyx will stay with her father and take his last name. Nyx is no longer an Eliassen." A tall black man dressed in blue robes stepped past the matriarch and motioned for my grandmother to leave. When she went to protest, he spoke again, "Do not try to argue with me, I am the minister and that is my final verdict."

My grandmother left in a hurry after that was said, turning to throw a glare my way before the door shut behind her.

All eyes were on me after that, and I knew my confusion was written all over my features as the twins stepped away from me so everyone could see me clearly.

"Uhh, minister, how am I to live with my father and take his name when he doesn't know i exist and I don't even know who he is?" I asked cautiously as my eyes scanned the room.

"Excuse me Molly." A man with shoulder length curly back hair placed a hand on the matriarchs, Molly as I now knew her name as to be, shoulder and gently moved past her ad into my line of sight.

"Hello, my name is Sirius Black, and I very much know you exist, have since the day you were born. That's how magical blood works kitten." He smiled softly and it took me a second to connect the dots on what he had said.

"So you're my...?" My sentence fell short and he simply nodded, his smile growing slightly as my face no doubt portrayed my shock. "But if you've known I exist since I was born, why haven't you...?" Yet again I was unable to finish my sentence.

"Taken you from your mother? I was in azkaban for a crime I did not commit for the majority of your childhood and didn't know where you were after I got out, I figured you were safe with your mother." He paused make gave me an apologetic look, "If I had known, I would have taken you from that vile family."

Tears started to well up in my eyes as he stepped forward and held open is arms, offering the comfort and love of a father.

Without thinking or second guessing, I rushed forward and nearly threw myself into his arms as the sobs started.

~~~~~~~~~~~Time pass~~~~~~~~~~~

After having a good cry and explaining to Sirius and the redheads how we need not worry about sending me back to Hogwarts because I had graduated two years prior. They started discuss other matters, such as my name change.

"The ministry will be informed of the name change and will fill out the proper paperwork, but as of now Nyx is no longer an Eliassen, you are now a Black." The minister, Kingsley as I had found out, smiled warmly at me before making his exit.

"So, Sirius, what's the plan?" Ginny spoke up, asking the question on everyone's minds.

"Well, being as Nyx is underage, she will be coming back home with me." Sirius spoke, looking at me with another smile.

"You know, think I've been smiled at more times in thusnpast hour than I have my entire life." I chuckled a bit and everyone else shook their heads with grins on their faces.

After a little bit more talking and Molly offering to let us stay the night and Sirius declining, we made our way out the door.

"Ready?" Sirius asked as he wrapped an arm around my ahoulders.

Nodding, I felt us apparate away and then our feet hit soft carpet.

Looking around, I saw we were in a large family room, with cream colored walls and soft white carpet.

"I had to redecorate the manor, as it used to be all dark and gloomy. I couldn't have a sad home, so I made it happy." Sirius spoke as he withdrew his arm fro!m aroumd my shoulders.

He then took me on a tour of the house, showing me the kitchen, parlor, the library, where my room was, all tyhw good stuff a tour should show.

Sirius POV

After I had taken her on a tour of the home, Nyx and I settled into the family room to discuss her living here.

"So, tomorrow you can go to diagon alley and buy whatever you will need in the way of clothing and decorations for your room. You alreadyt have access to the Blacks vaults, so just tell the clerks to charge them." I spoke with a happy note to my voice, it was then I noticed something rather... Odd.

Nyx sat with a section of her waist length curly red hair pulled over her shoulder and was braiding it, once she would make a quick braid she would undo it and start to rebraid it.

"Why do you do that?" I decided to ask, it was a strange quirk and I was curious as to how my daughter ticked in such a way.

"Do what? Braid and unbraid my hair?" At my nod, she continued, "oh, well it gives me control over something. I've never had control over anything in my life, not what I wear, what my room looks like, what I do during the day, nothing. My mother didn't career about my hair being long por short, as long as it was clean and healthy. So I took advantage and grew it out, taking control of one thing in myt life. The braiding came when my mother took away my freedom of going outside without supervision, so I began to braid my hair and it became a habit. Something to do with my hands." Nyx spoke soflty, never pausing in braiding her hair.

"Well, you have full control of your life now, dress how you wish, keep it appropriate of course. Decorate your room as you want, the furniture, flooring, and walls we can do together at a later date. And just let me know when you leave and where you're going and what time you plan on being home, but other than my few rules, you have full control." I smiled at her shocked look.

After a while of discussimgf a few other matters, I handed her a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt before we both went to bed for the night.

Hello! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it was so much fun to write, especially since it wasn't written at 4am!

Also, what do you guys think of the narrative opening? I'm rather fond of it, its an interesting way to recap what happened in the previous chapter. Let me know what you guys think and if you think I should continue doing it.

So I haven't had very many names suggested, only two in fact and I only like one of those. So please help with a good name! I have a few ideas of my own and I will list those plus the one that was submitted down below.

A daughter of a Black

A Triad of sorts

Where's my happy ending?

That's it so far, let mW know what you think of those and submit any you come up with!

R&R please and I'll see you in the next chapter!

Love,

Ginger