"We need answers!" Harry told me at last.

After I walked over, Ron had no choice but to leave us alone. Harry told him to and, even though it disgruntled him, I could tell Ron listened to his best friend.

We were now sitting alone in the owlery. Nadeen was hooting happily. I had been so afraid of what might have happened to her when I didn't grab her cage before running off on Mr. Weasley.

"What answers?" I asked quickly.

"For starters I think you should talk to Madam Pomfrey. She can make sure you are er...alright menta..." He trailed off. "Maybaleen, none of what you say makes any sense." He tried to cover what he was about to say poorly.

"You think I'm mental do you?" I stood up abruptly. "I'm Lord Voldemort's daughter and have to automatically be insane?" I was likely the first person other than my apparent God father to say my father's name without hesitation.

I was completely aggrivated. I almost walked out right then, but he apologized.

"I'm sorry, May." He said uncomfortably.

I stomped my foot as I turned back around. I pointed directly at him. "It's Maybaleen. How would you like it if I called you Hair? Have some decency please!" I snapped at him. I hated being called May. Only one person ever called me May.

"Ok, ok, but still...May...Ba...Leen. Would it really hurt you to go for a check up?" Harry asked me. He honestly sounded worried about me. He didn't give me a chance to answer him though. "No one has escaped from Azkaban ever. It's never been heard of. It's definitely impossible!"

"Impossible?" Came Draco Malfoy's voice. He walked in, not bothering to give us time to tell him to get lost. "I don't know what he's telling you about, but he can't possibly talk about something being impossible. He is the boy who survived the killing curse, which was taught to be one of the thee unforgivable curses and the only one you couldn't survive." Draco informed me with a glint in his eyes. "Really too bad I must add." He added looking down as though he was really hurt.

"SCRAM!" I yelled at Draco. I would tell you I had enough of him, but l'm sure you knew I was already feeling that way. I walked right up to him when he refused to obey my order. Right when I was about to scream again he lunged forward, grabbed on to me and was about to kiss me right on the lips when Harry pulled me back.

The look on Harry's face was different. Would he have been jealous of Draco Malfoy kissing me? I was his sister! He had to know everything!

"Aww...was I about to make a move on your girlfriend Potter?" Draco laughed.

Harry glared ice at him, but it didn't stop Draco from talking.

"Is that how you show respect to your beloved parents memory? By dating their murderer's daughter?" He asked with that ugly grin still on his face.

"It's none of your damn business how I choose to live my life." Harry answered him angrily. "We barely know Maybaleen. That's unless you met her at a death eater meetng." He added.

"Death eater?" I asked unsurely. I had no sweet clue what they were talking about now.

"That's a good question," Draco looked at Harry. "What's this er...death eater thing you mentined?" He asked as though confused.

"Those who work for your father are titled death eaters." Harry answered my question.

"Coworkers? Death eaters? How creative." I commented as I struggled to stiffle a yawn. "Rest assured, Harry, I've never seen Draco at my place, but I did see his father and mother." I informed him.

I had no hidden reason for doing this, but when Draco did leave I was relieved I did tell Harry that information.

"You're willing to blurt out who's a death eater just like that?" I could tell Harry was honesly amazed.

"I don't like the term death eater. Isn't it low to call people names?" I asked and heard Harry mumble about how I just didn't fit into Slytherin. "I don't fit into any house, not even my real home." I whispered as I looked at the floor.

Harry gently wrapped a reassuring arm around my shoulders. I really felt right around him. What if he wasn't my brother though? What if I just wanted so badly to believe I had someone? What if Sirius wasn't my Godfather?

"Now, as we were talking about..." Harry started talking again, but I interrupted him.

I normally wasn't a rude person. I didn't agree with butting in lines, cutting people off, or anything like that, but I had to say it all now.

"Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban! He was your father's best friend, but Harry, he wasn't your parent's secret keeper. He just wasn'..."

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation." Came another voice that I knew, but apparently Harry didn't, because he mumbled, "you wouldn't be the first today."

Professor Lupin showed his face. He smiled at Harry, but kept his appearance professional. "I'm Professor Lupin. I'll be teaching you Defence against the dark arts." He introduced himself to Harry. "You two will have to finish this conversation later on. I need to speak with Miss Riddle." He looked at me when he said that.

I looked at Harry apologetically. I was angry. Who did this professor think he was? Well, he clearly wasn't a good person since he got me away from his ex friend rather quickly.

"I don't wanna go with you." I told him as I followed him.

"Then why are you following me?" He asked.

I could have scowled at him. This professor was going to drive me to insanity then Harry would be right about me losing my mind.

"You made me leave my poor puppy at home!" I exclaimed.

"Your and poor aren't the best words to describe Sirius." Remus said quietly before we reached the door to his classroom. He kindly let me enter ahead of him. I looked behind me as I entered. I didn't trust this man one bit. I hated him! Why did he leave Sirius behind? What did he have against him?

"Sirius is his own man. He always has been. Nobody gets to call him theirs. That's the way he wanted it to be after being born into his sort of...

"Family." I finished for him.

Professor Lupin's face took on a calm note. "He told you about his family?"

Though he looked calm, I could tell he wasn't relaxed in the least. This man had plenty on his mind. His best friend was locked away in prison for thirteen years for helping kill their other best friend. If it was my best friend I wouldn't be calm either. Of course I didn't have someone to call my best friend

"We talked about lots, but he was only blunt about his family." I answered.

"Sirius really showed his face? He wasn't just in his dog form? He actually talked to you?" Professor Lupin asked as though it just didn't make sense. "He was in prison. He escaped Azkaban and the first pretty young girl he sees he talks to?"

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't think it had anything to do with prettiness." I told him. "He's quite old and I'm rather young." I reminded him.

"If only Padfoot heard that." Professor Lupin chuckled. After a minute of thinking about it I think he realized he had been called old too. He didn't say anything about it though. "Mr. Black missed out on thirteen years of life. He could still think a teenage boy." He mentioned. I know you're already nervous enough to be attending a magical school and this can't help but add to your stress, but it's important that you talk to us about what occured between you two when you met." He told me carefully.

"Us?" I asked. There was only him there other than me. Who else did I have to talk to about what happened?

"Mr. Black was blamed on several accounts of murder." He told me tiredly.

"Only thirteen." I corrected him.

"Only?" Remus asked. I could tell by his voice that he was wondering what the hell I was thinking. "Taking one person's life is too many. I hope you know that." He said worriedly.

I was tempted to tell him I wanted a lawyer if we were going to continue this conversation. I read about lawyers in novels one of Daddy's death eater's bought me. Nobody knew this, but I wanted to be a lawyer when I was older.

"Of course I know that!" I exclaimed. "I haven't killed anyone. I didn't see any corpses until I was at the hotel and my father showed up yet you dont put him in Azkaban."

Professor Lupin didn't continue that subject. He was digging for information on Sirius. Was he concerned?

"Can you do me a favour?" He finally asked tiredly.

"It depends on the favour." I wasn't going to say yes and do whatever this guy wanted before I knew.

He smiled at me then said, "I want you to keep the fact that you met Sirius quiet."

I looked at him confused. He told me minutes ago to talk to people about what occured with Sirius and now he wanted me to keep it quiet? Couldn't he make up his mind?

"You believe he's innocent. If that's true..."

"Peter betrayed the Potters not Sirius." I informed him.

"What? You know about Peter? Did he tell you the story of our lives?" Remus laughed.

"No. He had someone to talk to after thirteen years who would listen to him. He must have heard what you said at the hotel since he ran away." I told him.

"I meant that you should keep the fact that you met him on the low with other students. They're already scared enough and the same with their parents. Plus you're attending this school now. As they find out they're freaking out more. Just keep everything you found out a secret please." He said pleadingly.

I looked at him when his clock chimed. "I'll walk you to your common room. I don't want Filch catching you out here after curphew." He said and that was the end of that conversation.