Chapter 67: The Adopted Girl

Sirius lay bored in his bed as he twirled his wand in his hand. It was once again his summer vacation and he was back in the Noble House of Black. He hated it. He pointed his wand in the air and sent small sparks out of it for his own amusement. He and his mother had once again got into a fight and he ended up being sent to his room, not that he minded though, he spent most of his days up there anyway. He made a quick scan of his walls and a smirk played in his lips. Muggle girls on motorcycles and Gryffindor colors decorated his room. His parents hated it; he loved it.

"You know you aren't suppose to use magic right? You're still underage. You could get expelled"

Sirius jumped at the voice and quickly turned towards his door to see Lucy leaning against the doorframe with a grin gracing her lips. Sirius let out a sigh and smirked at her.

"Oh? And what do you care, Miss Emeraude?" he asked with a brow raised. Lucy laughed.

"Well, if you must know, Mister Black. It would be a great loss if the player of the century gets expelled," she said, "All the girls would be devastated"

"Would you happen to be one of those girls?" Sirius wiggled his eyebrows

Lucy scoffed. "I get the privilege to actually go to your house," she told him, "Like hell I'll miss you"

"You hurt me, Luce," Sirius swung his legs over his bed, "and speaking of privileges to my house… how did you get it?"

Lucy closed the door behind her and began looking around Sirius' room. Smiling at the photos and wrinkling her nose at the posters. "Well, I am a pureblood –"

"And a Gryffindor," Sirius added, "My family loves purebloods but hates Gryffindors"

"And blood traitors, half breeds, 'mudbloods', muggles and the list goes on," Lucy exaggerated with hand movements, "But they let me in anyway"

Sirius brows shot up. "You don't mean they're going soft?"

"No, the trick is that you shouldn't mention you're a Gryffindor. You should imply you're a pureblood and it helps that you know Regulus"

"My brother?" Sirius' eyes widened

"No, my pet platypus," Lucy laughed, "Of course your brother!"

"I can't believe it," Sirius collapsed back to his bed. Lucy furrowed her brows and sat at the edge of his bed, watching him.

"He isn't that bad," she told him.

"It's not that," Sirius said, "I can't believe you named your pet platypus Regulus!"

Lucy slapped Sirius' leg and laughed. "I'm being serious here"

"I doubt that. I'm Sirius," Sirius chuckled and sat up, supporting himself with his hands. "But with all seriousness aside. What brings you to the Noble House of Black?"

"Well, believe it or not," Lucy laughed, beginning to blush, "I missed you"

Zoey sat in the middle of a small, dark room. The only light source was from a hanging light that flickered every five seconds. The room was cold and lonely as the only furniture that decorated it was a small, wobbly wooden chair that stood in the middle of the room. Zoey crossed her legs as she sat on the chair and stared at the tall metal door that stood in front of her, it had no handles. She heaved a sigh. Not to long ago she returned to the Emeraude Suburb with no bags in her hands. She just wanted to check up on her house when she was hit by a spell from behind her. When she woke up, she was already in the room.

The door opened with an eerie sound.

"I see you're back from school," Damiana said as she entered the room, her arms crossed.

Zoey uncrossed her legs. "I was just checking up on my house. I wasn't going to stay long," she paused.

"Oh? But why? Stay a few days. After all you are family," Damiana rolled her eyes.

"I just couldn't," Zoey said with a smile. She knew Damiana meant nothing with what she said; she was just acting like Mary Sue, feigning politeness and hospitability. "After all, my things are over at a… friend's house. All I have with me is just the clothes on my back"

"Not even your wand?"

"Of course I have my wand. I would have thought it was obvious that I would have it with me. After all, I am of age," Zoey told her.

Damiana wrinkled her nose. "Seventeen already, huh? Oh how time flies," she looked at my nails, "So this friend of yours… are they, perhaps, the Weasleys?"

"Of course not," Zoey smiled, "I couldn't be a bother to them. They simply have too much to handle. I don't want to be a burden" She then stood up from the chair and headed to the door. "Speaking of burdens… you are a busy woman. I shouldn't be wasting your time. I should just leave right now –"

"Nonsense," Damiana took hold of Zoey's wrist and dug her long nails into her flesh, Zoey suppressed a yelp of pain, "You are family"

"But I just couldn't –"

"Enough!" Damiana exclaimed, her patience worn thin, and pushed Zoey back to the small wooden chair. With the force, the chair screeched against the floor as Damiana drew out her wand and pointed it at Zoey, at once, invisible binds trapped Zoey to the chair.

"I do not have time for this," Damiana sneered, "Where are you going?"

"I told you. To a friends house," Zoey's voice wavered. That was it, her little moment of braveness had run out. She was now terrified. Damiana smirked; she noticed the fear in her voice.

"Which friend?"

"I… I don't remember," Zoey said lamely as her eyes darted.

Damiana's smirk disappeared and she glared at the girl. She pressed the tip of her wand to Zoey's throat. "I don't like that kind of answer, Zoey," she said slowly, "Who are you staying with for the summer? The Weasleys?"

"I can't stay with them. They have to much to worry about –"

"That's didn't stop you last time!" Damiana pressed her wand further. Zoey chocked. "You – Those Weasleys – In the house. You invited them over! And that Ministry fool was with them. Arthur was it? You were trying to get me caught in the act! Trying to put me behind bars were you? So you'll be free"

"I wasn't!" Zoey cried out, she felt a wave of shock pass through her body. Damiana had sent a spell through her body.

"Then what were they doing here?"

"They were just picking me up!" Zoey said with a strained voice, the waves of shock and changed to pain, "For the Quidditch World Cup!"

Damiana removed her wand. "The Quidditch World Cup," she said slowly, "Did you have fun?"

Zoey's eyes widened. "Yeah, at first," she paused, "Why do you care?"

"Oh? Hmm, why do I care? Well, seeing as this is going to be your last year of freedom I might as well have you remember the good ol' days when you were able to do those kinds of things," she smirked, "You do remember your promise, don't you?"

"Of course… how could I forget?" Zoey looked down and struggled against the binds. She gasped for breath. The more she struggled the tighter they became.

"Good girl," Damiana said, looking out the door, "Now tell me, who are you staying with over the summer?"

"That's none of your business," Zoey told her, trying to be brave.

"Really now," Damiana looked back to her, "I have you know that I'm you legal guard –"

"I'm seventeen now. I don't need a legal guardian"

Damiana squinted at her, walked towards her and grabbed her jaw. She forced Zoey mouth to open and sniffed her breath. "Have you been taking your pills?" she asked her, "You're acting unusually… brave," she wrinkled her nose, "I don't like it"

Zoey moved her head away from her Aunt. "Those pills won't work on me"

"Right, you're a hopeless case"

"They won't work on me," Zoey stressed, "Because they're probably expired. I've had them for years."

"Then what's gotten into you?" Damiana raised a bored eyebrow. She didn't really care. She knew that Zoey could never be brave or courageous for more than a day. It always wore thin and she always reverted back to her shy, scared self.

Zoey shook her head. In truth, she didn't know herself. She closed her eyes and images of all her friends flooded them. Damiana was right. This was her last year of freedom. The moment the school year ends, Zoey could say good-bye to her new life forever and find herself trapped within the walls of her house. She felt a pain in her heart. She wouldn't see her friends every again, nor her dad, her godparents and worse, Fred. Zoey's eyes opened with fear written all over them. This couldn't be happening. The more she stayed in the small room the more time was being wasted.

"Let me out of here!" Zoey began to struggle, the binds tightened.

"But why?" Damiana asked in a baby sort of voice.

"Get me out!" Zoey yelled, "Get me out! I want out! You're going to have me trapped after my final year anyway! Get me out!"

"I don't like your tone," Damiana said and flicked her wand at Zoey. Zoey screamed as several cuts appeared all over her body, blood gushing out. "Ah, how I missed this," Damiana said with a demonic sort of smile, "The blood in the air, your screams of pain filling my ears. I would do the physical pain myself, but you're right. I am a busy woman," she paused, "Just one more thing though,"

"Crucio!"


Zoey let out a groan as she opened her eyes only to see blurred images instead of actual objects. Her head pounded. That was the usual after math, well the milder version of it, when she acted out of line. When she acted brave instead of scared. Spoke her mind rather than keep quiet. When she was out of character. Zoey ignored the throbbing, trying to build a resistance to it though ineffective, and tried blinked several times, trying to clear her vision. She then tried to shake her head but met with a stiffness in her neck. She winced and brought her head back to its original position.

How long have I been unconscious? She wondered when she realized she was no longer strapped to the chair but chained to the wall with her wings spread out. When did –

"Not to long ago," a voice said making Zoey jump. A laugh came next. "Nothing to be scared off," the someone, who Zoey guessed was a woman, said, "I'm a friend"

"Wh – where are you?" Zoey croaked out, her heart pounding. Could she really trust this 'friend'?

"Over here," the girl said from Zoey's right side. Zoey stiffly looked towards the source of the voice and saw the girl come out from the shadows, a wand in her hand. The girl had a kind smile on her face and long auburn hair on her head. Her eyes were a simple brown but when Zoey squinted, she could see gold specs in them. The girl waved. "How are you doing?"

"F – Fine," Zoey stuttered out, surprised by the kind face and struggled against her binds, "But – err – one question though –"

"When were you trapped? How did your wings come out? Well, I don't really know anything about the wings. I'm guessing it's your Emeraude gift," the girl grinned, "You were unconscious for some time. Damiana ain't that nice is she?"

"Tell me about it," Zoey looked at the girl, calming down a bit, "What's your name?"

"Audrey," the girl raised her wand and waved her wand at her, Zoey fell to the ground, "Sorry about that"

Zoey groaned and pushed herself up from the floor, running a hand through her hair. She looked down at her hand and saw dry blood on them. She looked down at her body and saw several wounds and bruises. She made a face before looking back at Audrey. "Audrey…. No last name?" Zoey paused, "Sorry. That was rude of me"

"No, it's alright and yeah. No last name, I was adopted," Audrey pocketed her wand, "You might want to keep your wings out. So you can go to that friend of yours"

"My wings?" Zoey asked, looking behind her and blushed, "Right… my wings. Flying and all"

"You could always use floo powder but I'm sure this friend of yours isn't someone you want your aunt to have the ability to track down," Audrey took out a clip from her pocket and clipped up her bangs, a few strands falling to frame her face.

"Right, but –"

"And seeing that long gash on your arm. I'm guessing you got splinched," Audrey continued, "You know how to apparate don't you?"

"Yeah, but –"

"You rather not. If I had the same experience you got, I wouldn't want to apparate unless really necessary too, but this is a necessary kind of situation isn't it?" Audrey then brought out rectangular glasses and waved her wand, summoning a book, "And we don't have any brooms that you could use as well. Best to go with flying with what you have"

Zoey furrowed her eyebrows. "You're – You're really smart," she said, a blush forming at her cheeks, trying to remember what Audrey had just told her. Audrey had spoken with great speed, though understandable, and was able to fix up as she was talking. Now that Zoey looked at her, she looked a bit like a muggle business woman or in other terms, or other figures Zoey would like to describe her as, someone who would work in the Ministry of Magic.

"Simple logic, really," Audrey smiled before looking at her wristwatch and bringing out her wand once more. "We're running out of time. Your aunt might come back any minute now"

"Right," Zoey said once more, standing up and stretching her wings, "Speaking of my aunt. She was not really that brutal today and I'm used to her walking out after I go unconscious but right now. How she was today… rather odd"

"That's because she has a meeting today. A friend of hers came a few minutes before she… you know… met up with you," Audrey told her, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

"Who's her friend?" Zoey couldn't help but ask.

"I think you know her," Audrey began, "Pink woman, uncanny resemblance to a toad. Freakishly girly laugh"

Zoey's eyes widened and she gripped her wand in her pocket. "I have to get out of here"

Audrey nodded. "Just what I was thinking," she pointed her want at the wall and it began to break apart, "Perks from being trusted in the family" Zoey smiled at her and prepared to take flight but Audrey stopped her by saying: "You should take those pills o yours"

"How did you –"

"When you were with Damiana, you weren't acting shy. You were taking everything that she threw at her. It's not you," Audrey explained.

"I had no choice," Zoey interrupted, "I can't fight her. All I can do is endure what she throws at me"

"I know but what happened earlier, when you weren't cowering with fear. That was supposed to be the expected result if you took your pills. You know, 'normal', but from what I heard from St. Mungo's your pills only last about a month or so and you never came back to get you know… more"

Zoey bit her lip as her heartbeat quickened. "Who are you exactly?" she asked, scared, "Why do you know all this? Why were you adopted into the family? It's very rare for that to happen"

"I was the first and only one to be adopted," Audrey explained, "According to them… I had something special. I don't know what it is. They just said I had certain qualities that Emeraudes should have"

"But you aren't like them," Zoey's brows furrowed, "Are you?"

"I just helped you escape didn't I?"

"Right," Zoey smiled, "Thank you for that."

"It was no problem. Now get out of here!" Audrey told her, "Run away. Live your life. Take those pills!"

Zoey looked at her, her face emotionless. "Right," she said before looking up at the sky and taking flight.

All seemed well, the wind in her hair and determination in her eyes. 12 Grimmauld Place was her destination. In a matter of hours, she would see her dad, her uncle, the order and much more familiar faces. Harry, Hermione, Echo, Bridgit and the Weasley will be there too. Fred's face appeared in Zoey's mind. She gave a faint smile and was just about to put more effort so she would reach the Noble House of Black faster but just as she thought she was free there was a loud sound that echoed through the air. It sounded like a gunshot.

Zoey looked back and her eyes widened as she saw a bright light heading her way. She had no time to wonder what the spell was. All she wanted to do was get out of range. She turned and was just about to move when the spell hit her square on the back, pushing her forward and making her scream in pain. Zoey felt her wings falter and before she knew it she was pummeling to the ground.

She didn't know what she encountered through the fall but all she remembered was the harsh force she felt when her body encountered the pavement below her. She felt her head throb and knew that she was bleeding. Her vision was beginning to blur and all she could make out was the sounds of footsteps and shoes making their way towards her. She thought it was someone from the Emeraude clan but the person who owned the shoes placed a tender hand on her head and lifted her up. Zoey knew she was in good hands. Her world blackened out.


Fred held his suitcase in his hand and looked up at Grimmauld Place. He let out a low whistle at the sight. Just a few days before, his mother came bursting into the house, telling everyone to start packing for their things for the rest of their summer, together with their luggage for Hogwarts, for they would be staying somewhere else. He didn't know where this 'somewhere else' was but now looking at it, he began to cross out previous ideas of what he thought it would have looked like.

"Cool," George said from beside him, he took let out a whistle in awe, "To think we'll be staying here for the rest of the summer"

"I know what you mean," Fred then grinned, "Think of all the ideas we can come up with here"

"Just what I was thinking," George returned the grin, watching his mother reach for the doorbell.

"So, dad, this is where we'll be staying for the entire summer?" Ron looked over to Mr. Weasley. He nodded.

"12 Grimmauld Place also known as The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black"

"Black? You mean Sirius lived here?" Ginny asked.

Mrs. Weasley looked away from the doorbell. "And so will Zoey," she told them, "She is a Black after all"

George smirked and nudged his twin in the ribs. "Hey, hey, you here that? The Missus is living here"

Fred laughed and pushed George away from him. "What are you going on about?"

"Oh nothing," George stuck out his tongue; Fred did the same.

"I still can't believe you're dating Zoey," Ron said, "Gave me quite a shock"

"And why's that, Ickle Ronniekins?" Fred raised a brow, daring his brother to continue

Ron shrugged. "It just did"

Fred opened his mouth to speak but was stopped when Ginny spoke up.

"But to think that Zoey was a Black all along," she said, "That was a shocker"

"Now, Ginny. She's still the same person," Mrs. Weasley told her

"I know. It's just that –"

"Enough of this chitter chatter," Mr. Weasley interrupted, "I'm sorry, Ginny but we just have to continue this inside. They'll be expecting us. Now, Molly, dear, if you could just open the door and avoid ringing the –"

But it was too late. Mrs. Weasley had already rung the doorbell. The ring echoed from inside the house, so loud that every single Weasley could here it as well. Followed by the doorbell was a loud screeching yell that came from inside. The words were slightly muffled but they could make out the words "Filthy half breeds" and "Blood traitors" followed by a shout of "Shut up!"

"What the bloody hell is going on in there?" said Ron.

Before anyone could reply, the door opened revealing Sirius who looked a little distraught. He stepped aside and let the Weasleys enter before looking over to Mrs. Weasley.

"Do you happen to know any good healing spells?" he cut to the chase, trying to keep his voice calm though his eyes said different. Mrs. Weasley released her hold on her suitcase and brought out her wand.

"Who's injured?" she asked

"Zoey," Sirius said hurriedly, noticing the shock and panicked look on Fred's, he guessed, face, "I think you should see her."

"Your rooms are on the upper floors. Kreacher can show you to them," Sirius added, implying that no one should get in their way. A loud pop was then heard as a house elf, who looked extremely unhappy, angry even, appeared.

"Take them to their room," Sirius ordered, not happy to see Kreacher, the feeling was mutual. Kreacher bowed to the groan, though looking in pain as he did so, and muttered things under his breath as he began to climb up the stairs. Mr. Weasley began to follow the house elf, the other suitcases levitating behind him, but the other Weasleys remained standing.

Sirius, who just wanted someone to help his child, ignored them and turned around, leading Mrs. Weasley to Zoey.

The Weasley children watched in silence, Fred using everything in his willpower to keep him glued to the floor, as their mother and the framed convict disappeared into another room. Not even ten seconds later, they heard their mother scream. That triggered everyone to run up to the room.

When the Weasleys reached the door, Fred immediately opened it and was greeted by the worst sight that he could possibly imagine. His eyes widened at the scene in front of him and even questioned himself, was he awake or was this all just a bad dream. After pinching himself, wincing at the sting, he accepted the horrible truth that what he saw was true. Zoey lay on a bed was covered with her own blood. She was battered and beaten and had cuts all over her body. By the looks of it, she could bleed to death if no one acted now.

"What's – ?" Ron began to ask, trying to see passed Fred and when he finally got a glance at what his brother was seeing, he let out a yell of shock, waking the portrait of Sirius' mother. A scream of 'Blood traitors!' rang in the air but no one paid it any mind. Everyone's attention was focused on the injured girl who lay unconscious in front of them.

"Merlin's pants!" Ginny gasped, making the Weasley boys turn to her. They saw that she was looking wide-eyed at Zoey, but at the same time her attention wasn't entirely focused on the Emeraude as well. They followed her gaze and to their surprise, they saw a pair of majestic wings attached to Zoey's back. They were battered as well but just seeing its faint glow made them wonder how it looked when it was healed an unharmed.

"I – Is she going to be o – okay?" Fred asked with a hoarse voice. He didn't trust himself to speak. He looked over to his mother who was yet to move forward to help the girl. She was still in shock.

At the sound of Fred's voice, Mrs. Weasley snapped out of her trance and blinked, once, twice, three times. She looked over at her children and then at Sirius, who held Zoey's hand in his. Her eyes widened and rushed towards the injured girl, her wand in her hand.

Everyone watched in silence as Mrs. Weasley began to wave her wand in the air, muttering spells under her breath as Zoey's wounds began to heal, her cuts becoming simple red lines on her face. She then faced Ginny and ordered her to get a basin of water and a towel. Remus, who was in the room, stood up and offered to show the youngest Weasley the way to the kitchen. They both left without question. Mrs. Weasley then told her sons to wait in a different room. Ron slowly nodded, still in shock, as he left the room in silence. Fred and George remained, Fred still looking at his girl friend. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"We should leave mum to it," George said with a serious voice for once.

"I'm not leaving," Fred told his twin, his attention still focused on Zoey and her healing wounds.

"Fred, I'm sure she'll be fine. Mum knows what she's doing. Why –" George began, but his twin cut him off.

"You wouldn't want to leave if it was Echo on that bed, bleeding for who knows what reason," Fred pointed out, looking over at his twin. "George, I'm staying here," Fred said sternly, not leaving George to question. George sighed, he had a point, he then took his hand away from Fred's shoulder and walked out of the room, leaving his twin.

Damn it, Zoe, you got to be okay. You just got to! Fred's thoughts took over his mind as he watched Zoey and hit mother. As Mrs. Weasley continued to work, Ginny coming back into the room with the basin in her hands, Fred directed his attention to the wings on Zoey's back. He stared at them and wondered how she could have possibly kept them hidden for so long. He decided that if...No. She will get better. Fred said in his mind, stopping his train of thought.

Fred knew for a fact that when Zoey woke up, they needed to talk. Sure, they, the adults, would say she needed her rest but after that or whenever possible, Fred knew that he couldn't avoid asking her. He couldn't help but feel that he knew nothing about Zoey. Yes, they have been friends for six almost seven years now, so why did he feel that way? Fred hated it...the feeling of not knowing anything. Being helpless. And to make it worse he was helpless to his own girlfriend...he just couldn't bare it.

As Fred continued to watch his mother, the worry inside him just began to grow. He felt his heart beating faster and faster by every millisecond that passed. Fred gripped his hair and let groaned. Just at that moment, he had begun to pace the room. He walked left and right, left and right like a broken wind up doll with a stuck key.

"Come on Zoey." Fred whispered as he turned his gaze towards Zoey once more.

How could you let this happen? The voice inside Fred head said, making Fred sigh.

I don't want to fight with you right now, Fred answered, as he continued to pace. And besides, I had nothing to do with this, Fred continued, convincing himself.

You didn't do anything to prevent it either! The voice shouted, angering Fred.

How could I prevent what I didn't know? Fred now asked, not noticing that the energy of his anger was causing the room to shake as if an earthquake was hitting. Sirius and Remus looked at him, Mrs. Weasley continued to work on healing. A small earthquake triggered by magic couldn't bother her. Ginny looked over at her brother, wringing the towel in her hands.

EXACTLY! You didn't know! You know nothing, absolutely nothing about how she is without you, and how she's treated, if she's even okay! 'The voice screamed, and Fred couldn't contain his anger anymore. He, not really meaning to, he couldn't help it, punched nearest wall and let out a shout: "SHUT UP!" Hanging items, like pictures, in the room fell and some of the vases fell to the ground. Ginny quickly held the basin in place. Fred was causing all this. His magic was being controlled by his emotions. He couldn't control it.

"GEORGE!" Mrs. Weasley called, not wanting to make a mistake on the healing and wanting the earthquake to stop. Sirius and Remus pulled out their wands and waved them in the air, stopping the earthquake and fixing the fallen objects. At that moment the other Weasley twin entered the room, looking around in shock. He saw Remus and Sirius' wands in the air and a few broken shards on the ground. Near Ginny was a small puddle of water and Mrs. Weasley looked stressed out. He, George, then turned his attention to his twin and his eyes widened at the sight of Fred's bleeding knuckles.

"Get him out of here!" Mrs. Weasley told her son. George nodded and reached over to Fred. Fred shrugged him off.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Fred said, making George take hold of his arm and he finally pulled him out of the room.

"Don't you get it Fred? The magic that you're making is being controlled by your emotions and to be honest it's not helping anyone" George said, knocking some sense into his brother, "In fact, it could be making things worse. You don't want that do you?"

Fred furrowed his brows, thinking about what George had said. After a few seconds, realization dawned on him and he bowed his head in defeat. He once again felt helpless. As he felt George release his hold on him and leave him in the hallway, the voice in his mind came back.

Do you love her or not?The voice asked.

Of course I do, more than anything, Fred answered, defeated.

WELL THEN START FIGURING IT OUT! You can't wait for her to tell you! You need to care; you need to worry, YOU NEED TO KNOW! The voice started, not giving Fred any mercy. You need to be able to protect her. She can't win a battle all by herself, the voice continued, and Fred had had enough. He needed to wait till Zoey was ready to tell him. He needed to trust her; he needed to show her that he was willing to wait.

Yeah, and if she dies while you wait? The voice asked, and Fred couldn't answer anymore. He knew what he needed to do, but he wondered if it was the right thing.

Suddenly, the door to Zoey's room opened and out came Sirius, his wand still in his hand. He looked over to Fred and scrutinized him. Fred felt his heart gave a leap. He was in the same room, hallway, as his girlfriend's father. He did not know how to feel about that.

"We should get that healed," Sirius said, pointing at Fred's bleeding hand. Fred looked over at his hand and studied it.

"It's no big deal," Fred told him, deciding to act normal, "I'll just get mum to do it later or maybe even Zoey, when she wakes up"

"She's studying to be a Healer right?" Sirius asked, after a few seconds passed. He didn't know why he came out to speak to the Weasley boy. Not even a month ago did his, the Weasleys, entire family think of him as a criminal. This was awkward.

Fred nodded. "She hangs around the Hospital Wing in her free time," he told Sirius, rubbing the back of his head with his non-bleeding hand.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it afterwards, scratching the back of his head. "Look here, kid. This is awkward enough as it is. So I'm going to cut to the chase," he began

"Yes sir," Fred answered, laughing a bit after he said it. Sirius chuckled a bit.

"So, from what I saw in there, you really care about my daughter, huh?" Sirius pocketed his hands.

Fred looked over at the door from which Zoey was being healed behind. "Yeah," Fred replied, "I do"

"Good," Sirius nodded, "Good"

Silence hung in the air. Sirius cleared his throat. "Look, Fred is it?"

"Yes"

"What I'm trying to say is –"

But Sirius never got to finish for before he could even get his words out the front door was banged open, awakening his mother once more, and revealed a tall woman with long auburn hair and bright blue eyes.

"Where is my goddaughter, Sirius?"


And Chapter End!

I stayed up till 2 something to finish this with ZoomSkater14, who was a great help :)

I came back to the Philippines around 9 or 10-ish in the evening. Unpacked, bathed, and updated.

Singapore was lovely and the only time I got to use the internet was in the Airport going home

There was a crying and kicking baby behind me... not as bad as I thought it would be. I fell asleep during the whole thing.

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