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Suri
I hadn't expected anything special to happen. Never do. You always get let down, because NOTHING EVER FREAKING HAPPENS. So yeah, I was a bit surprised when my mother's fake British boyfriend showed up in my room.
"Your mum wants you down stairs Pup." He smirked at me. Idiot. How could anyone believe he was British, especially my mother? His accent was obviously fake.
"Don't call me pup." I growled getting off my bed, and setting one of my mother's ancient books down.
"Why does my mother want me down there anyway?" I asked. Fakey shrugged. Not that my mother doesn't love me, I sure some where really ,really ,really deep down, she's like everyone else's over protective mother, but sometimes, I'm a little like the bubonic plague. Something no one wants around, but I keep coming back.
"I dunno, there's an old nutter and a man, they just showed up." He said using his fake British accent. Come off it. Everyone can tell your American, and just trying to copy a James Bond movie. But yeah random stranger, uh… okay. I followed Nigel down stairs and stood in the kitchen a little in front of him
"Go to your mum Pup." He smirked again. I threw him my best you-WILL- be-lying-in-a-hospital-bed-tomorrow glare, but I walked to my mother's side. She stiffened slightly when I stood next to her, but I ignored her. I saw clearly now the men Nigel had been talking about. One was tall, and had to be at least a hundred and fifty-six years old. His nose was crooked, like someone had broken it and it hadn't been set before it healed. His silver hair and beard gleamed in the light. The other man was also very tall, and … he looked just like me. He had the same pale multi-colored eyes, and his wavy black hair was only a tad bit shorter then my own. He could've been my father… except not, because my father was dead… right?
"Are you Siria Minuit Black?" The old guy asked. I nodded but flinched a little. I've only heard my full name a couple of times, NO ONE EVER FREAKING USES IT.
"Yeah," I answered warily. "What do you care?" I asked, braver now. It's not every day so strange old guy who somehow knows your full name shows up. Okay… so maybe it's every other day.
"Tell me Siria, what do you know about your father?" He asked politely. My eyes must have been wide as saucers, and I was temporarily speechless. No one every calls me Siria like it's a normal name, and the subject of my father is practically punishable by death in my mother eyes. The first thing out of my mouth when I found my voice was
"Suri."
"Sorry?" My could be dad, chuckled weakly. I sighed.
"Suri." I repeated. "I go by Suri, Not Siria. Defiantly not Minuit. I'll go by Black, but Suri." I chocked out. Both men nodded.
"How'd you get that Sobriquet?" The same man asked me. My mother rose her eye brows.
"Sobriquet?" she asked suspiciously, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, means nickname." He smirked at her.
"I know what it means." My mother shot back "I just didn't know you that you knew such big words Siri– Padfoot." It sounded like she was about to call him Sirius.
"Ooo look whose going back to fourth year Levi." He teased.
"You weren't Padfoot in fourth year dimwit." She spat. All through this the old guy was acting like this was normal, chill behavior for two adults, who have obviously had some history. In fact he looked amused. After their little argument there he turned to me.
"So Ms. Black will, you please explain the origin of your name?" the old man asked kindly, and for once, intrigued. I always enjoyed telling the story, but Fake Brit over there would laugh again, he didn't believe a word
"If Fa—Nigel leaves." I agreed. I switched over after a murderous stare from my mother, but the man with the black hair, Padfoot, my mother had called him.
"If you would be so kind." The old man said with a smile, gesturing to the door. Maybe he was a principal or something. Fake Brits smile slid right off his ugly, oily face. But he left.
"Now, Ms. Black, if you would be so kind." He prompted me. I took and deep breathe and started.
"My name is Siria Minuit Black." I started. " My mother told me that my father's name was Sirius Black, something happened to him, she doesn't like to talk about it, but when I was born she gave me the feminine version of his first name, and I got his last name too. She says that people used to call him Siri so she started to call me Suri, and it just kinda stuck. My middle name is purely a mystery to me. My mother was trying to be funny or something because my name literally means 'Dog Midnight Black'." I confessed. Padfoot looked on the verge to tears, from trying not to laugh. The old man was just nodding his head and smiling that same annoying, understanding smile.
"What's so funny?" I asked the Padfoot man. He turned his attention not to me, but to my mother.
"Trying to describe someone there Levi?" He asked in his same cocky manner. The old man was smiling a different smile now, like he knew the best secret to the whole freaking world.
"I believe I haven't introduced myself." The old man Mused. "My name is Albus Dumbledore."
"What no middle name?' I joked.
"Oh I have several, they're just not in any need at the moment." He confessed to me. "I haven't introduced my complain either." He gestured to the Padfoot guy.
"And this," He said "Is Sirius Black."
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