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"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!"

I looked up as Seamus Finnegan burst into the Great Hall with a Daily Prophet in his hand.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows, "Who?"

"Sirius Black!"

My heart jumped. Seamus placed the paper on the table and I immediately recognized the man with shaggy, dark hair, who was holding the Azkaban Prison placard. How in the world did my father make it all the way here without being caught?

"Dufftown?" Hermione skimmed the article. "That's not far from here."

Neville looked worried, "Do you think he'd come to Hogwarts?"

'Yes,' I thought. 'Not only has he got a child here, but he's got a Godchild as well.'

I looked back down at the article. What if he did come to Hogwarts? Would he just walk right into campus, or would he lurk around in his Animagus form? Would Dumbledore tell Harry? I could feel my heart beating fast.

"Dementors? He slipped past them once," Seamus reasoned. "Who's to say he won't do it again?"

"That's right," a fourth year nodded. "Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke…like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."

I chewed my lip. It was hard enough being the daughter of an alleged murderer. I mean, when people asked me about my dad, I could never tell them that he is Sirius Black. I always had to tell them that he went away on a trip when I was young, and hasn't returned just yet.

Few people knew that that particular trip was to Azkaban.

"Sarah, are you going to be okay?"

I turned around to see Ginny looking at me sympathetically. The Weasleys' knew my secret. Since my dad was a part of the Order, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley knew about my connection to Sirius, just as they had known about Harry's connection to him as well. However, they never told their children. They left that business to me. So I told Fred and George, and eventually told Ron and Ginny. As for Hermione, she figured it out herself.

"I'll be fine," I stood up and walked towards the common room. "I'm just a little worried, is all."

"Why are you worried?" Ginny followed.

"My father has escaped," I whispered, "and I have a feeling that he's coming to see me and Harry."

"He's got business with Harry, but you? Do you think he'd chance it?"

My heart pounded, "Yes. He'd definitely chance it."

….

A month or so later, I sat in the common room. My hands were shaking from my first encounter in years with my father. I was walking near Hagrid's hut and I saw a black dog out of the corner of my eye. He was quite mangy and had dark, honest eyes. I stopped in my tracks and looked around me. Everyone was either back in the castle, or far enough away that they wouldn't see me or the dog.

"Sirius?" I asked.

The dog snarled at me, his eyes narrowing. I dropped my school bag. One thing I'd remembered was that Sirius never really liked it when I called him 'Sirius'. He always said it was too formal and that he's my dad. Although, during a time when mum and I had visited him, he said that 'dad' made him seem old. We never agreed on what to call him, so I always called him 'dad'.

"Sorry. Dad?" I tried again.

The dog began to approach me before retreating back into the trees. I stood there in awe. Not knowing exactly what to do. He came back and motioned for me to follow him. I rushed into the trees and watched as he changed into his human form. There he was.

Definitely escaped, definitely haggard, definitely my dad.

Now, as my hands had relaxed slightly, I was able to concentrate on the Transfiguration essay in front of me. We were to write about Animagi and put emphasis on how to recognize one and how dangerous it is to become one. I put my quill to my parchment and started my essay. I was about half-way finished, when Harry burst through the portrait hole. I guess his Hogsmeade trip didn't go as well as planned.

"Where is she? Where is she?"

I dropped my quill and felt my heart pound in my chest. Looking around, I'd noticed that other people had stopped what they were doing as well. Hermione, who was following Harry, met my eyes and mouthed for me to go upstairs.

"Harry," Hermione touched his shoulder. "Please calm down. You're making a scene."

I still don't know why I didn't gather my things and go upstairs.

"Seriously mate, you need to relax," Ron reasoned.

"Relax?" Harry's eyebrows rose. "How can I relax when she's known this all along? Sarah Jane Stone-Black!"

I felt the eyes of everyone in the common room.

Hermione sighed, "Harry, this is not the place to have this discussion."

"Everyone, please leave," I hung my head. When nobody moved I stood up and yelled, "I mean it! Leave Harry and me alone! We have a few things to talk about."

A few people left but, in the end, Neville, Seamus, Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I were the only ones in the common room.

"What's your problem?" I questioned.

Harry raised his eyebrows, "My problem? I would think you'd have the bigger problem. Your father murdered my parents!"

"Harry, there's something you have to understand about that. I can't-"

"I trusted you, you were my friend. My parents trusted your father, he was their friend. Are you going to betray me just like your father betrayed my parents?"

"Of course I won't. My father didn't betray your parents. Sirius-"

"Your father is Sirius Black?" Seamus's eyes widened.

I sighed, "Guilty."

"She's going to be a bloody murderer! Just like her father!" Harry yelled.

"Please, Harry, there is an explanation," I could feel my cheeks flush. Either I was embarrassed, or I was going to cry. It was the latter. "Harry, you have to know that you are…that you and I are...ugh! I'm under strict orders from Dumbledore, so I can't say. But what I can say, is that you will understand soon enough. Well, hopefully. Sirius is not guilty Harry."

Neville and Seamus exchanged glances, while Fred and George tried to appear as if they knew nothing about what I was talking about.

"If any of you are going to drop me as a friend, please tell me now," my eyebrows furrowed.

"I'll…I'll still be your friend," Neville said timidly. "I'm sure if Dumbledore gave you an order not to say anything, then it's for a good reason."

Seamus raised an eyebrow, "I believe you…I suppose."

"You know we do Sarah," Fred and George grinned.

"That's because you know," I muttered.

Harry folded his arms, "Don't talk to me, Sarah. I can't believe I trusted you. I never want to speak to you again! You're just a liar. You're just like him…"

I won't say what else Harry said, but I will say that he made me cry so hard that I wound up falling asleep on the common room couch with the twins.

…

"Sarah."

I looked up from my book to see Harry sitting beside me. It had been months since Harry had yelled at me. That day, he'd vowed never to speak to me again. He'd done a right good job at keeping that vow, so part of me wondered why he was breaking his vow by talking to me. The other part of me wanted to ignore him. I followed the latter part of me.

"Sarah, please."

Closing my book and adjusting my position on the common room couch, I sighed. "What do you want, Potter? Come to accuse me for things I haven't done?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Then what do you want?"

Harry placed his lips near my ear and whispered, "I want to tell you that Padfoot is free. Hermione and I freed him and Buckbeak tonight. He's free. Well, for the most part anyway. I mean, he's not in Azkaban anymore so that's good."

I paused for a moment. I didn't know if I should thank him, or ask if he found out the secret I'd been keeping from him. Harry sat back against the couch and smiled widely at me, waiting patiently for a response. All around, he seemed pretty pleased with himself.

"I…Why did you do it?" I finally asked.

"Because he's not a liar," Harry began, "he's not a murderer, and he's my Godfather."

"I've been keeping this from you since I came to Hogwarts. Do you know how hard it was Harry?"

"You're right, I don't. I'm sorry I yelled at you. It was out of line."

I scoffed, "You bet your ass it was. You were a fucking-"

"I know," Harry nodded. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't do anything like that again. It's not fair to you."

"Yah, especially since we're God-siblings."

His mouth dropped.

"Your parents were my Godparents, Harry."

"Really?"

I smiled.

"Oh, my God," Harry pulled me into a hug.

As I hugged him back, from that day on, Harry and I made a promise to each other. While we were still God-siblings, we would always look out for and protect each other.

….

"Sarah, wake up!"

My eyes sprung open to find Fred sitting beside me and George standing over me with his hand on my shoulder.

"Wake up, Sarah-doll," George smiled.

Fred brushed hair out of my eyes, "Yeah, we're going to miss breakfast."

I carefully sat up and felt my head throb, "Guys, my head-"

"Your voice," they stared at me. "Are you okay?"

"I…I don't know."

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