So I'm skipping tomorrow aka my last day before winter break! To hang out with a friends of mine who moved so I'm doing this for y'all. Right now I 'm listening to Lion King Songs, just in case you were wondering. What else do I want to tell you? Oh! I remember now, more people have added this as a favorite story then my first story. Please read it guys it's called Memories, it about Teddy Lupin, please read it! Oh, right story, this story, well here I go.

DISCLAIMER: :/ I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Suri

" YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHI- JOKING ME!" I yelled to the Dumbledore guy.

"Why is that?" He asked with honest curiosity, not one of those redundant I'm-pissed-but-I'm-going-to-try-to-be-polite questions.

"BECAUSE SIRIUS BLACK IS DEAD!" I screeched at him. Sirius grin slackened, and his draw almost quite literally dropped to the floor.

"Dead?" he whispered toward my mother.

"Sirius, I can explain I—" my mother sputtered, but Sirius was glaring at her now, and she seemed to shrink under his glance, the phrase ' if looks could kill' crossed my mind, if this was true my mother would have dropped dead ages ago.

"Dead? YOU TOLD MY DAUGHTER, OUR DAUGHTER, THAT I WAS DEAD?" He roared. My mother flinched at the volume of his voice, but recovered quickly, and soon there was a familiar malicious glint in her eye. .PISSED.

"IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT SIRIUS!" She yelled back, her arms flying into the air, I backed up several paces, I had enough shock, without a slap to the face thanks.

"HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?" Sirius yelled back at her, his arms flying into the air as well. Again, backed up several feet.

"WELL IF YOU HADN'T BETRAYED LILY AND JAMES, IF YOU HADN'T GOTTEN ARRESTED THINGS WOULD PROBABLY BE DIFFERENT!" Mom shouted. Wait…what? Betray? Arrested? What the fuck, I mean fudge?

" I TOLD YOU THAT NIGHT! IT WASN'T ME IT WAS PETER! PETER PETTIGREW! AND I TOLD YOU AND YOU LEFT! I TRIED FINDING YOU! I ASKED THE MINISTER OF MAGIC TO LOOK FOR YOU! I ASKED REMUS! I ASKED DUMBLEDORE! I COULDN'T FIND YOU! FINALLY I HEARD YOU LEFT THE COUNTRY! THE COUNTRY! ALYSSA I SWEAR, I AM NEITHER A LIAR NOR A MURDERER, AND I SWEAR IT ON OUR DAUGHTER!" Sirius cried almost hysterically. My mother glared at him.

"Okay well, I may have lied. But NEVER to you. Besides most of those lies were to avoid getting in trouble." He amended, he glanced over at Dumbledore, who just chuckled politely. Nice save, real smooth there bud.

" First off, not a Bible, can't swear on me. Second, what do we mean by the words 'murder' 'murderer' 'betray' and 'arrest'." I interjected. All three adults turned to stare at me. Hey guys, still here.

"You are truly you father's daughter." Dumbledore said.

"Um…Thanks? I think? Wait… is that a good thing?" I asked. He chuckled again, Dumbledore seems to do that a lot, question still unanswered, you must be one boss teacher.

"So what about the whole 'betray', 'arrest' murder' murderer' thing?" I asked. Sirius and my mother both looked down, seemly ashamed and embarrassed, but it seemed to be just a wee bit more complicated. All three adults glanced curiously at each other as if to say 'I'm not telling her, you do it, you can afford for her to be mad at you'. Finally it was my mother who spoke.

" Suri, before you were born, actually right after I found out I was pregnant with you, your father," she said motioning to Sirius. "Was arrested on murder charges. He was thought to have betrayed his best friend and his best friend's wife, to a very bad person. They were killed because of it and everyone thought him a murderer." She said simply, like she was explaining how to tie a shoe to a five year old. Big mistake, I am NOT five years old and I do not appreciate being treated as such.

"What was this guy's name, the Evil one?" I asked again.

"Lord Voldemort, although most people call him Voldemort or You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Dumbledore explained to me.

" They're scared of the name." Sirius piped up sensing my next question.

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard." I stated.

"I agree." Sirius laughed. Everyone was happy, but of course my mother had to go and ruin it.

" Aren't you worried about him just coming here to kill us?" my mother asked exasperated, it seemed she wanted me to feel as much hatred toward my father as she did.

"Sirius," I said calmly, he looked at me curiously, yeah I suppose it was a little weird to be called by your first name by your thirteen year old daughter but I figured it was a little early for the whole 'daddy' stage. "Look into my eyes and tell me you are not a murderer." He did as I asked.

"I believe you." I stated.

"What! Why? He could be lying to you." My mother told me.

"He looked slightly up and to the right." I told her "then back at me. It means he was recalling a memory, which means he was telling to truth." She looked at me like I had just told her all the numbers of Pi in Russian.

"Suri?" Sirius called tentatively. I turned to face him.

"How would you feel about moving in with me, in England?" H proposed.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked him, disbelief obviously visible.

"I can understand if you want to stay here—" Sirius stared, but I interrupted him.

"Hell yeah I want to move to England with you!"

HAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEH! How many of you weren't expecting that, be honest! I can't wait till you guys see what I have planned for this, oh man it's gonna be good! And with that….

Merry Christmas (if that's what you celebrate)

Happy Hanukah (if you do that)

Merry Kwanzaa (if that's what you prefer)

And….

Happy New Year (if you live on earth)

REVIEW! IF YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A CHRISTMAS/HANUKAH/KWANZAA/NEW YEAR'S PRESENT! No but Siriusly that would be like the boss-est present ever! Or what would be even boss-er is if you read my other story 'MEMORIES' and reviewed on that