I'm so nervous about this chapter but I hope you guys love it. Please follow favourite and review. This I think was probably the most difficult chapter for me to write so I hope you like it.

So I suck at editing, like really hard and I know it must suck for you guys but I promise from this moment I will try harder.

Harry looked up in alarm as Dora's scream travelled through the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey rushed over.

"What?" The older women asked rushing passed the curtain to reach her patient.

"She's not breathing anymore, she just stopped!" Dora explained her voice shaking.

Hermione looked like she was about to cry as Harry jumped up from the bed, rushing over to the girl behind the curtain.

"Is she okay?" Harry asked, his green eyes darting nervously as he tried to get around the Auror and nurse.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Atria, "She still has a pulse, but she can't breathe."

"Then do something she needs air," Nymphadora demanded, looking back to Atria whose face had started to turn a light shade of purple.

"Is she going to be alright?" Harry asked again desperately. He felt a hand grasp the back of his collar and he was all of sudden dragged back before being pushed away with a shove, Snape's cold black eyes glaring down at him.

"I need to help her!" Harry said trying to push past the man again only to be stopped by a firm hand and another push.

"You're the last thing she needs right now!" Snape spat at him angrily before turning away.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, calling him back over to her as he backed away slowly, watching the teacher's fuss trying to keep Atria alive.

His head was turned as the doors the hospital wing burst open and McGonagall finally came through the doors, her hands nursing a small bottle.

"Minerva quickly!" Madam Pomfrey called as Atria's body started to seize, her body shaking in need for air, as her face scrunched up.

Madam Pomfrey gently pried her mouth open before pouring the antidote down. The liquid started to slowly pour from her mouth as she refused to swallow and her body continued to shake desperately. Snape moved forward quickly slamming his hand over her mouth, not giving her the opportunity to spit it out. Snape's hand remained tightly over her mouth while her body quivered and shook making the bed creak as her body tried to reject the antidote.

But soon she stilled and Snape slowly removed his hand as she settled, the professors moved back giving her space. She gasped for breath before her chest fell into a rhythmic and calm pattern as her lungs took in more air. Her colour returned slowly spreading over her skin like a blush to her snow-white complexion.

"Is that it, will she be alright?" Dora asked as they all stood by waiting for something.

Atria's eyes opened with a burst and she snapped forward before spluttering out violent cough after cough. Madam Pomfrey moved quickly to her side holding her forward so she would not choke on whatever she was trying to get out.

Tears leaked out of the corner of Atria's eyes, her vision blurry as they burned down her cold cheeks and the bile rose up.

Madam Pomfrey quickly pulled the bucket in front of Atria as on cue the girl started to violently throw up.

"There we go dear," Atria heard madam Pomfry's kind voice as she rubbed her soothingly on the back.

"Everyone out," Madam Pomfrey ordered but Atria didn't even get to see who had been there, all she could focus on was the deep pain pulsing through her body and clouding her mind. She wanted to scream, everything ached, every move she made sent her body into even more anguish. She wanted to be still so it would all stop and while the coughing and gaging may have ended it just turned into pain-filled sobs.

"Sshhh," Madam Pomfrey hushed, "it's alright," she removed the bucket from in front of Atria, placing it down as Atria continued to cry.

"Here drink this," the kind older lady said bringing a phial up to Atria's mouth. Atria didn't care what it was, whether it would make her sleep or kill her if it took the pain in her body as well as in her heart it was worth it.

She gulped it down between her cries trying not to choke as Madam Pomfrey helped her lie back in bed so she could sleep.

Snape stood by the curtain as she reacted quickly to the calming draught, her eyes growing heavy and she slipped off into a calming sleep. He turned to leave before he heard her small voice murmuring something under her breath, she sounded lost as if trying to remember something, he turned back as he watched her mouth shape around the one word, "Sirius."

Atria opened her eyes as she adjusted to the bright room, she was alive. She had survived it all. That realization alone was enough to leave her rocked to her core, the fact that she wasn't dead. But she shot awake when she remembered. Sirius. She had seen him, touched him, where was he now? What had she gotten herself into now? She knew nothing.

She was questioning whether or not the whole thing had been a dream or some sick hallucination and if it was, the man with cold and hateful eyes would surely haunt her dreams forever. Lucius looked at her with malice, with a need for obedience wanting her to fall into a place that had been set before she was born. What had been in that mans eyes had been a dark hatred, one caused by years of pain and anger, and she was somehow the cause.

She was snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of voices coming from beyond the light blue curtains.

"Harry, Harry, you're very confused," she heard the familiar voice of Cornelius Fudge, "you've been through a dreadful ordeal, lie back down, now, we've got everything under control. . . ."

"YOU HAVEN'T!" Harry cried. "YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"

"Minister, listen, please," she heard Hermione say. "I saw him too. It was Ron's rat, he's an Animagus, Pettigrew, I mean, and-"

Atria slowly with an aching body stood from her bed, her joints cracking at the movement painfully as she stood in her nightgown before walking towards the crack in the curtains pulling them slowly apart.

"You see, Minister?" She saw Snape. "Confunded, both of them. Black's done a very good job on them..."

"Minister! Professor!" said Madam Pomfrey angrily. "I must insist that you leave. Potter is my patient, and he should not be, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED!" Madam Pomfrey yelled, looking over to Atria's shaking form.

"I'm just-" Atria began softly before getting cut off.

"No! For heaven's sake!" said Madam Pomfrey hysterically. "Is this a hospital wing or not?" she moved over to Atria taking her lightly by the arm but atria refused to move.

"Sir," Atria said softly looking over to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore eyes met quickly with her, he smiled at the nervous teen before giving her a reassuring nod, "Yes Miss Black"

"It wasn't him."

"Miss Black go back to bed!" Snape demanded, looking at her furiously.

"But it wasn't," she said her voice cracking from the dress in her mouth. "I saw someone else."

"It was Pettigrew," Hermione tried again.

Snape dryly laughed his eyes ablaze as his glare managed to meet everyone in the room, "I suppose you have the same fairy tale he's planted in Potter's mind?" spat Snape. "about a rat, and Pettigrew being alive."

"Pettigrew?" Atria asked.

"Peter Pettigrew was not in the Shrieking Shack, nor did I see any sign of him on the grounds." Snape ground out.

"That was because you were knocked out, Professor!" said Hermione earnestly. "You didn't arrive in time to hear —"

"MISS GRANGER, HOLD YOUR TONGUE!"

"Now, Snape," said Fudge, startled, "the young lady is disturbed in her mind, we must make allowances,"

"But it's true, " Hermione tried again, "He's gone because we went to find Atria, he's the one who poisoned her not Siri-"

"Enough!" Madam Pomfrey snapped, "Now minster, I must insist, these children need care and Miss Black if you do not go back to bed I will come in there and strap you down myself!" Atria's eyes widened, she could see that Madam Pomfrey was serious But she had to know, she didn't know the whole truth her self yet, it wasn't fair that she had to go to bed while her father's fate remained unknown to her. "But-"

"Now!"

Atria begrudgingly turned slowly her eyes catching Snape's once before she slowly walked back to bed.

She pulled the cover over her body, burying herself in the nice warm sheets as she tried to listen.

"Minister, listen!" she heard harry. "Sirius Black's innocent! Peter Pettigrew faked his own death! We saw him tonight! You can't let the dementors do that thing to Sirius, he's —"

"Harry, Harry, you're very confused, you've been through a dreadful ordeal, lie back down, now, we've got everything under control, The dementors should have arrived by now," Atria heard fudge say, her eyes widening as she sat up in the bed. "I'll go and meet them Dumbledo-."

Atria dove into action, jumping up from the bed as she wrenched the curtains open again, "NO!" She cried.

"Miss Black!" Madam Pomfrey cried rushing over to Atria.

"You can't!" Atria cried struggling as Madam Pomfrey tried to pull her back to the bed before shrugging the women off entirely, standing tall on her own, "He's innocent, it wasn't him, I saw another man he-"

"Madam," Fudge interrupted, looking at Atria with pitiful eyes that made her blood boil, "is there anything we can give her, she is quite clearly in distress, something to help her sleep maybe."

"I DON'T NEED TO SLEEP JUST LISTEN!" Atria screamed.

Madam Pomfrey's grip loosened and everyone including Harry was looking at her in shock by her outburst, only Snape having had seen her really lose control before.

"Poppy," Dumbledore began softly, "Please take Miss Black back to bed and give her something so she can rest," her eyes widened furiously at Dumbledore's words a sense of betrayal filling her.

"No!" Atria snapped, "you can't! Just listen, he's innocent," At that moment, looking around she knew not a single one of them was on their side. It couldn't happen, not like this, she couldn't let him go knowing he was innocent, knowing they were wrong about him, that everyone was, He couldn't die because of the arrogance of the people around her. He couldn't.

Atria watched with daring eyes and Madam Pomfrey moved closer "No! Don't touch m-!" Her words slurred at the end as she slunk to the floor in unconsciousness falling into madam Pomfrey's arms.

All looked to Snape, who was lowering his wand.

Dumbledore looked sadly as madam Pomfrey tucked Atria back into bed before addressing the room "I would like to speak to Harry, and Hermione privately," said Dumbledore abruptly. "Headmaster!" sputtered Madam Pomfrey "They need treatment, they need rest —"

"This cannot wait," said Dumbledore. "I must insist."

Fudge nodded before walking out of the room and madam Pomfrey angrily followed, Snape however stayed.

"You surely don't believe a word of Black's story?" Snape whispered, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore's face.

"I wish to speak to Harry and Hermione alone," Dumbledore repeated.

Snape took a step toward Dumbledore.

"Sirius Black showed he was capable of murder at the age of sixteen," he breathed. "You haven't forgotten that, Headmaster? You haven't forgotten that he once tried to kill me?"

"My memory is as good as it ever was, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly.

Harry and Hermione ran back up the castle steps, running to reach the hospital wing before the last chime of the clock. Harry was in an absolute state of bliss. Everything was going to be alright. Sirius was free, Atria was going to be okay, and they would all be happy together. Atria would never have to return to the Malfoys, she would never have to be afraid again and Harry would never have to live or see the Dursleys, now all they had to do was wait. Soon Sirius would be free and he would love them and keep them safe, everything would be as it was supposed to be as if Sirius had never gone to Azkaban.

He had such a sense of fulfilment one he had had not ever felt, a strong feeling within him that told him life would be okay. Now all he had to do was wait, the nigth wasnt over yet.

"Atria wake up!"

Her eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise at her abrupt awaking.

"Shhhh," Harry whispered over her as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Harry," she whispered excitedly sitting up. She was barely sitting before he wrapped his arms tightly around her squeezing her tightly. She reacted slowly, her arms remained still before she slowly moved them around him as well.

"Your okay," she heard him whisper into her hair.

"I'm okay."

He pulled away, his face now serious as he began to urgently explain to her, "Atria this is important we don't have a lot of time so I'm going to explain this quickly and please listen."

"Wha-"

"Sirius wasn't the secret keeper."

"Harry-"

"No listen to me," he whispered, "He would have been the first to be suspected, Dumbledore didn't know this but my father and Sirius changed it,"

His eyes were locked with hers, begging her to believe him but little did he know she was already bought, "It was Peter Pettigrew it was all him, he did this to you."

He didn't know what she was thinking, her eyes were blank as if looking right through him.

"Your father is innocent Atria."

The rat, it was the rat all along he was here at the school all along. It was Pettigrew who had taken her in the woods, Pettigrew who poisoned her and Pettigrew who had run free while her father rotted in prison when it should have been Pettigrew all along. In life, you get what you are given whether it be for better or worse, whether it makes you bitter or not is up to you. Atria didn't want to be bitter, she didn't want to view the world as a horrid place, but that was all the world had ever seemed to her, a vile place with mostly vile people. And you can't blame the world, but you can blame the people, the selfish and monstrous people who end people's lives in a split second with no care to the lives they ruin. And her list just kept growing and growing, the people who had ended Atria Black's life before it had started. He had been their friend, their ally and with maybe little to no thought, he had destroyed her life as well as Harry's.

She looked over to him her eyes burning as for the first time she could, without a doubt say what she knew," I know."

Harry smiled, breathing out finally relived, "Then come with me."

"What?"

"Just trust me."

Atria slowly moved out of the bed as Harry held out her dressing gown for her," Where are we going?" She asked nervously

He took her hand, "You'll see."

He had walked her all the way under his cloak, and now they walked just beyond the edge of the forbidden forest. He hadn't said a single word to her since they left and she was starting to get nervous, "Harry wha-"

"He'll be here soon," he interrupted but his pace did not slow.

"Who will?" Atria asked.

Harry looked around them before pulling the cloak off of them, "your father."

"Harry, he's in the Castle."

He shook his head, "a lot happened while you were in the hospital wing but I'll tell you everything later, I promise."

Was she ready for this, her heels dragged slightly in the ground beneath her as if her own body was questioning whether or not she was?

"All the Aurors are on high alert looking for him so this can only be quick, he refused to leave until he talked to you," Harry explained continuing to pull Atria behind him as her mind ran wild.

Her legs stopped refusing to be pulled any further, her body was quivering as if ready to fight or run. Harry tried to keep walking but was halted by Atria, he turned, looking at her downcast eyes, "Harry I'm nervous," she whispered.

Atria grew anxious under his gaze as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze," I think you would be crazy if you weren't," he felt her hand squeeze his back as she looked up at him with unsure eyes, "if I ever met my dad I'd be nervous too."

"Why would you be nervous?" Atria asked.

"That I might not be what they expected," he replied softly, "Not good enough."

"And what if I'm not?" Atria asked softly looking sat her feet, "what if I'm not good enough or not what he expects? what if he meets me and-"

"Because you are," he interrupted her, "because you are not what he expects, you are better, do you understand."

The sound of wings above them broke the silence of the night as Atria looked up at the sky.

"He's as anxious as you, you know," Harry said softly.

"Really?"

Harry nodded before pulling on her hand again, "if you don't want to do this I'll tell him, but I think you will regret it if you don't."

He was right, she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't see him at least once. Her whole life she had wondered about her father, her parents, what it would be like just to say one word.

"Let's go."

Sirius waited nervously in the opening of the forest. Harry said he would bring her but as the minutes ticked by he grew more nervous. Maybe she wasn't better, maybe she was dead or maybe she just didn't want to see him. Too many things could and had gone wrong. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave until he knew she was okay, even if he had to sneak into the castle and see her he would if he had to, just to be able to know she was okay would be blessing on his rampant mind right now.

The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer dawned on him as he turned quickly, and there she was.

They both stood still. Atria had dreamt of many situations before, fantasized about moments she knew would never come in her life, but still, she thought on them. And standing in front of him now it was hard for her to grasp the true reality of this moment. And this was the moment every orphan dreamt of, meeting their parents. Sirius stood tall in front of her, the years in Azkaban had washed away the young man she had seen in the photos as should have the 12 years in that hell. But remnants of the handsome young man were still there. His grey eyes, much like her own were wide as they clashed before travelling all over the other, taking in every aspect of there fellow black.

"Hello," she said softly, fidgetting with the tie on her dressing gown nervously.

He didn't reply back with the same small response he was too overjoyed "You're okay," he said smiling as he took a step forward.

She took a step back, she hadn't meant to, her nerves had simply gotten the better of her.

He froze immediately realizing he must have scared her, His hands went up slowly in surrender as soon as he realized how nervous she was, "I'm not going to hurt you, " he said softly, " I promise. I'd never hurt you, ever, but I understand if you don't trust me, I…I just wanted to see you." he watched her, She was like a bird, frightened and small, ready to fly away at any moment and he was scared she would. He had observed her timid nature, she wasn't as bold or brazen as he had been. She was serene and collected, her mind centred and never losing track or drifting off.

He kept his feet firmly planted in the ground fighting the urge to run to her and take her in his arms, "You look so much like your mother."

"Really," came her small voice, her eyes rising up to him. He smiled, she was talking to him.

"Yes."

She looked at her feet, she felt like he was analyzing her, taking her all in and it was making her nervous, "I'm told most of the time I look like you."

He smiled, she was a beautiful mix of him and Marlene, a bit more like him but she was exactly like he always imagined when he sat in his cold cell in Azkaban. The way he pictured her, what he imagined she would look like when she grew older if she was alive. She is alive he corrected himself, she is.

"You have my eyes," he said taking another step forward.

Her eyes moved up flinching at the movement.

He stopped moving, he didn't want to do anything to make her uncomfortable, to make her nervous. Her eyes scared him, the nervous flutter of her lids breaking his heart. She had every right to be afraid but it didn't make it hurt any less. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you i-"

"I'm not afraid," she said interrupting him.

"you're not?"

"No...I have thought about this moment so many times," she said her voice growing shakey, "The moment I finally met you." She held his gaze confidently, she didn't want him to think she was afraid so she fought past the urge to look away. "I don't know what I was expecting, whether or not it was what you were like or maybe different circumstances. But I'm not afraid."

"I was scared you would be, I wouldn't blame you if you where,"

"I'm not scared, I'm just... I just don't know what to say, you don't know me and all I know about you is what everyone else says." It was the truth, she didn't know this man and her mind had been twisted against him for as long as she could remember. His image had been warped into an evil man unlike the one who was in front of her and now she knew he was innocent, she knew he cared, he had proved that in everything he had done.

"You're right and I'm so sorry," his voice broke with emotion as tears threatened to fall from his eyes, "I should know you and I should've been there."

Atria shrugged, his guilt making her feel uncomfortable as her own eyes began to burn and water, "You thought I was dead, before when you went after him. You had nothing to lose."

"It was a stupid decision, I lost your mother and you on the same night, the only family I had, and then James and Lily."

Atria nodded, lowering her head so he could not see her tears even though he had no worry with her seeing his.

"I never should have let myself even think you were dead," he said moving forward and this time she did not move away, "I never should have given up like I did."

She looked back up at him wiping her own eyes, "well you can't change that."

She saw the hurt in his eyes at her words but it was the truth. "No," he said, "I can only imagine what your life has been like."

"Yes," Atria replied, dishearted.

Sirius shook his head pushing his long hair out of his face as he tearfully said, "I remember the first time I held you, I didn't have a good family by any means but when I had you I had everything I ever wanted and I lost it." He moved a step closer to her," I know what you must have heard, what people must have told you, but never let anyone let you question how much I love you."

Atria's heart pounded in her chest, there they were, the dreaded words. did he love her? She had asked herself that questions since she was young, did her parents had love her, she had constantly wondered what was wrong with her and what made her such an unlovable being. But her mother had loved her, and everything she was told about Sirius had been a lie, so maybe that fact as well had been false.

"You love me?" she asked timidly.

His head tilted and his mouth fell open just enough so she could see his dirty teeth as his face went slack. Did she truly believe he didn't love her, "Of course I love you, I'm your father."

A sound in the distance spooked them and both of their heads snapped at it. It could be Harry for all they know but they had to be careful, it could also be Aurors ready to take him away again from her again.

"I have to go," Sirius said turning to look back at her.

"When will you come back?"

"I don't know yet," he said shaking his head, "but you'll see me very soon I promise, I just have to be careful for a little bit."

"But what if you get caught?"

"I won't," he said strongly as if willing it more than believing it.

"Promise me you won't," Atria said with the same resoluteness.

He looked over to her, a promise he must keep and he knew if made it he could not break another when it came to her, "I promise."

He walked up to her and this time Atria gave her body no choice, she dug her feet into the ground not letting herself shy away until he was standing in front of her. Their eyes met and he raised his hands to push her hair away from her face before taking her face in his hands. He watched her, taking her all in for the last time before he left. And who knows how long it would be before he saw her again. Soon he told himself, it had to be soon.

"I love you more than anything else in this world," he said, his eyes flooding with tears before he lowered his lips to her forehead. Atria felt her eyes burn as he held her face in his nurturing hands, his lips pressing against her forehead before he removed them and turned away.

He was walking away from her and the idea of not having him no matter how long for shook her.

"Sirius?" she called after him.

He turned back to her as she walked towards him quickly and before she knew what she was doing she wrapped her arms around him.

Sirius stood still for a moment before he to wrapped his arms around her. She felt her feet lift off the ground as he clung to her for dear life. Sirius looked up to the sky as he held her in his arms, tears running down his cheeks as he thanked whatever power had allowed this moment to take place.

"Please be safe," Atria whispered.

"I will."

Okay, I'm not sure I rewrote it over and over again until I was happy and I feel pretty happy with what I've done. It just was such a surreal moment I truly had to work out how to go writing about it. I hope you all enjoyed please follow favourite and review I hope soon I will be able to update more often. I just got a new job and school is getting pretty hectic right now.