Okay please let me know how this is going and I'll write more. I thank everyone who has read this.

Violet, Sirius married a muggle because I told him to. ;) If he married a Witch, Olivia would be a pure blood, so that would've defeated the purpose of the title. I did not think this story through all the way in the first chapter, so I'm kind of just experimenting. I redid the fourth chapter, not a lot of difference but I think I fixed what needed to be fixed. And I also think Sirius would love her even if she wasn't a witch.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate when I forget to write a disclaimer.

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Time went by quickly for Olivia in her first seven weeks at Hogwarts; she supposed it was because she was enjoying it there. There had been several new students that came when she did, but Olivia hadn't had too much time to meet them all (after all, she wasn't there to have fun and socialize, she was there to become a powerful witch). She did meet at least four of the other new students; two were her age and the other two were younger. The younger two, being twins, were about nine or ten years or so. Their names were Hector and Valerie James.

Despite being twins, Hector and Valerie were exceedingly different. Valerie was for one, a girl. She had long red hair and piercing blue eyes. She was very out going and loud. She was very serious about her work and often snapped at others who disturbed her. Although she was placed in Slytherin, her brother was in Griffindor.

Hector was an exuberant, dark haired boy with bright green eyes. He was always cheerful and smiling. He loved learning to be a wizard, and unlike his sister, he could have fun doing it.

Olivia liked Hector a lot better than Valerie, but she was wary of the both of them. The twins held a strong bond, and vowed to each other they would become the greatest wizards in history, and if one died, so shall the other. This gave Olivia the chills.

Olivia sat in Professor Snape's classroom from six to eight. She ate dinner at her desk whilst the other students ate in the Great Hall. Whenever Eliza or Valerie questioned where she went during those hours, she told her that she was up in their dormitories, studying, or in the Library reading. Olivia didn't know why but she thought it best for her not to tell anyone about where she really was. It wasn't that she thought it was bad for her to get extra help, she just thought that maybe people would poke fun at her for choosing Snape to teach her. She had heard many horrible things about her professor in the past few weeks, but she did not take heed in those rumors. She thought the strictness in his punishment was his teaching method, and purely sufficient methods at that.

Snape wasn't a forgetful person, so she only had to tell him once to call her by her birth name; it had been a Friday night at seven-thirty, and Olivia felt she had better things to do than sit around a classroom all day. There were only two weeks left until Christmas break and she didn't know if she wanted to see Joseph. It would be awkward, hugging him, knowing he wasn't her father. But it would be rude of her not to go see him, after all he is the one who raised her.

"Do you understand me?" Snape questioned, but Olivia was up in dream world, thinking about Draco. "I said do you understand me?" He questioned again, halting in front of her desk.

She gave no reply, nor noticed him snap in her face.

"Olivia Androvera, I will not have you daydreaming in my class room. I know it is Friday and you want to leave, and so do I. Can we finish the lesson now?" He snapped, banging his hand down on the desk. She was surprised no one came in to see what was happening.

Olivia looked up. "Don't call me that," She blurted.

"I do not take orders from students."

"But . . ."

"Do not question my authority, did you ever question your father?" He asked

"But sir, Androvera is not my last name it's Black," she said hurriedly before he could cut her off again.

Snape sighed "I was wondering when you'd find that out. Sirius Black was indeed your father." He winced at the name, as painful memories of his years at Hogwarts filled his mind. "Now can we finish the lesson, Ms. Black?"

"Yes sir," she said. She strained to listen to the lesson, but got though it nonetheless.

Olivia left his classroom that day thinking about her real father. What did he look like? Was he nice? Why couldn't he take care of her on his own?

She was almost to the stairwell, when Harry caught up to her. "Hey, Olivia."

She pretended not to hear him.

"Olivia."

Olivia turned around. "What?" She asked snobbishly.

Harry didn't detect the venom in her voice and went on. "For the break, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, Ron, and Hermione to see your father."

Olivia froze; a smile crept across her face. "I'd love to," she answered, running up the stairs before he could say anything else.

Harry sighed. She didn't even look back at him. He knew the only reason for her going with him was to see her father, his godfather. "Anyways, she's a Slytherin. There is more than enough reasons I should hate her," he mumbled, kicking the bottom stair. How dare he like her?

Yes I know that's a little creepy, Sirius' godson liking his daughter. Don't worry, it's just a weird phase. Harry will grow out of his foolishness someday. Don't get me wrong, I love Harry. But I also love making fun of him, it's just amusing.