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Sirius

There, standing right in front of me was Alyssa. Alyssa Levi. Ages had past since I'd last seen her, that November night in Azkaban. She'd changed a lot. That when I realized, that her baby – my baby – our baby would be around thirteen now. Now, I'm not a real emotionally friendly guy but at the moment, I'm a wee bit of a loss.

"Sirius … I – Albus… Wha -?" She stuttered. Her eyes never left mine. Old fatty's never did either, unfortunately.

"I wondered, Ms. Levi, if you be so kind as to introduce us to your daughter." Dumbledore asked humbly. Alyssa nodded.

"Nigel, darling, will you go get Suri." She asked turning to Fatty McFats.

"Of course love." He answered with the most obviously fake British accent I've ever heard in my existence. After he left I turned to Alyssa.

"So we had a daughter?' I asked slightly amused. I love girls don't get me wrong but t I had kind of been hoping for a boy, to play qudditch with, oh and to be friends with Harry of course, but if I had a daughter, then maybe one day she'll marry Harry… "And you named her Suri? Out of all the names, you chose Suri?' I inquired.

"Sirius, don't be thick. Suri is a nickname." Alyssa snapped. I held my hands up in surrender.

"So what's her real name?" I asked, throwing myself down on her couch .a smile played on her lips.

"That's for you to find out." She laughed winking at Dumbledore, um...okay.

"So what about your fake Brit?" I asked, steering away for an argument I knew I couldn't win.

"What do you mean 'fake Brit'?" She hissed. Obviously I steered in the wrong direction.

"Come off. Nigel? His accent is the fakest one I've heard." I taunted.

"Well, that's probably because you've stuck in a prison in the middle of nowhere, slowly going insane and getting your soul suck out of you, isn't it?" She countered. I froze. Apparently my face was quite the thing to look at, Alyssa's expression immediately softened.

"Sirius I didn't mean –"But she was interrupted by her 'honest-to-Merlin' Brit.

"Go to your mum Pup." He said in a nasty tone to the girl who came in front of him. She glared at him but walked over to Alyssa. It was like looking a mirror. That is, if I were a thirteen year old girl. Her eyes were the exact same as mine, that odd mix of ice colors and her wavy black hair fell to her waist. Then it hit me, 'Nigel' had called her 'pup'. Is it possible her knew…

Albus stepped forward "Are you Siria Minuit Black?" He asked her, she winced a bit at the mention of her full name, but I swear my jaw dropped faster than Pettigrew stayed on his broom in first year.

"Yeah, what do you care?" Siria asked Albus. Do you know what the nutter did? He chuckled.

"Tell me Siria, what do you know about your father?" He asked kindly.

"Suri." She .

"Sorry?' I asked laughing weakly.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Suri. I go by Suri. Not Siria. Defiantly not Minuit. I'll go by Black, but Suri."

"How'd you get that Sobriquet?" I asked. Alyssa looked at me funny.

"Sobriquet?" Alyssa asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, means nickname." I answered, smirking.

"I know what it means, I just didn't know you knew such big words Sir—Padfoot." Now it was her turn to smirk, but I noticed now that Suri was in the room, she wasn't calling me Sirius.

"Ooo looks who's going back to fourth year Levi."

"You weren't Padfoot in fourth year dimwit."

Dumbledore ever the professor nut case just turned his attention back to my daughter.

"So Ms. Black, will you please explain the origin of your name to us?" He asked kindly.

"If Fa—Nigel leaves." She shrugged, glancing over her shoulder. Dumbledore nodded.

"If you would be so kind." Fake Brit's smirk slid off his face faster than a pudding I threw at Snivellius once. Unlike Snivillus he obliged and left.

"Now Ms. Black, if you would be so kind. Dumbledore prompted.

Suri took a deep breath and started to explain.

Alright. So there's your chapter now you can stop huddling in a corner and singing Kumbaya. I have some exciting news though. I might be going to Nicaragua this summer, still uncertain though. I thought you otter know that Nigel is NOT British. I'll explain later.

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