On the chilly autumn night of all Hallow's Eve, when leaves blanketed the yards. Upon looking into the mist and leaves, a baby not yet a year of age laid in a thick whicker basket before a boring, tiny home. Sitting on the doorstep just waiting to be noticed.
Asymmetrical curls of dark hair layered upon the baby's head, cheeks chubby and flushed from the cool breeze, wrapped in the thick woolen blanket. There frimly in the baby's hand, sat a letter in a cream colored envelope - magically charmed so it wouldn't fly away in the wind. The name Dursley scprited on it in an elegent fashion.
This baby was known as Hannah Jamie Potter.
The event also seems like a work of fiction. The Dursley family would find the baby and raise her as one of their own. She would be loved and cared for, just like in the muggle story books. However, that would never happen. Not with the perfect, normal English residents of 4 Privet Drive.
A freak, sorry, a witch couldn't possibly be acceptable living under their roof. It simply wouldn't do. No, no, no!
However, it seemed as the deity Fate, had other plans. Who was the deity to deny a innocent child the right to be loved and then to be discard like an old, worn-out jumper? Fate may be merciless and cruel to those who have done wrong, but an inbodiment of justice for those who were innocent.
Currently, this come in the form of Sirius Black. The man had followed Hagrid on a broom and watched from above as Hagrid and his old professers dropped his goddaughter on a doorstep instead of going after the traitorous rat, Peter Pettigrew, like he was Imperio'ed to do. In fact, he would have if he head not been wearing his Black family Heir ring.
The raven hair man had been questioning the Headmaster motives ever since the man had conviced the Potters', James and Lily, to hide in Godric Hallows instead of Potter manor. Why would they safer under a stupid charm, rather then ancient wards that have stood arround the manor for generations?
That very night, the Black had set up a meeting with the elder Blacks' - confessing his doubts and apolizing for his childish actions of his youth. It took time, the elders' welcomed him back into their lives with open arms. They didn't even need to undo his disownment because he was never offically disowned in the first place.
Sirius scanned the ground below him to make sure their were no muggles that could possibly see him before flying down and dismounting his broom. Swing the broom over his shoulder, having put a strap on it, he climbed the steps. Picking up the whicker basket, he peered down at his goddaughter.
"Pa'oo!" The baby cried out, reconizing the man. Tears had started rolling down her cheeks as Sirius walked away from 4 Priver Drive. She had been so scared with all the unknown faces and then being left alone. She was crying in relief.
"Shhhhhhh," Sirius was trying to calm her down as he walked under yet another street lamp. "Everything is going to be ok, Bambi, I'll make sure of it. I own that and so much more to your Father-," he paused as mermories of James flashed in his mind, "- I don't know how good of a job I'll do raising you, but you will be loved. I can promise you that."
Truth be told, he had no idea how to take care of a child. the only knowledge he had on the subject was from his mother, Walburga, as his father, Orion, had thought that it was more important to be at work then taking care of your children. And he sure as hell wouldn't be raising his goddaugther as his mother raised him.
His words seemed to put baby Hannah at ease for the moment. The girl slowly closed her Avada Kedavra green eyes and soon found herself in slumber.
Sirius kept walking the muggle way to the Leaky Cauldron in the early hours of November morning.
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It had been a week since Sirius had picked up baby Hannah, he had needed time to figure out the best way to hide her. Especially from Dumbledore and the remaining Death Eaters - the group of Wizen who followed the self-proclaimed Dark Lord.
The Black Family Heir appeared on the front steps of Black Villa, where his maternal grandparents - Pollux Black and Irma Black(nee Crabbe) - residence was. The Villa was build and decorated in such away that showed off the Black Family's wealth and power. Floors white marbel, walls covered with different portraits. Diamond chandeliers.
Hannah was currently left at Sirius's Cottage, one that left to him from his maternal Uncle Alphard, being watched other by Sirius's two house-elves - Mimi and Toby. Sirius had no intentions yet of revealing what he had come to talk about. He had no idea how this would go. Even if they had accepted him back, it didn't mean they would accept her.
The Heir swiftly made his walk into the drawing rooms archway. There he saw five of his family members sitting in the arm rest infront of the fireplace - being tended to by a house-elf. There was his maternal grandparents Pollux and Irma Black, his paternal grandparents Arcturus Black and Malenia Black (nee McMillian), along with his Great Aunt Cassiopia. The soft sounds of their conversations filled his ears.
Sirius stood there for a moment, doubt filling with each passing second. Would this really work? Was this the right thing to do?
He was brough out of his train of thought when his grandfather Arcturus, current Lord Black, spotted him. "Sirius? What in Merlin's name are you stalking in the doorway for?! Come in, come in. Sit!" The man never took his grey eyes of of Sirius as he sat down. "You are family again, and Heir, and I will not have my grands-!"
"OUR grandson," Pollux stated, cutting the lord off, his toned clearly annoyed and aggravated.
Lord Black waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "Yes, yes. Our grandson. I refuse to witness my grandson become a poppy in our presence."
Sirius chuckled slightly at the lord's choice of words before sobering up. He gave each of the Elders' a nod before speaking the speech he praticed about a million time.
"Grandfathers, Grandmothers, Auntie...I'm afraid I haven been completely honest with all of you." He confesses, watching their face slowly turn blank as he continues to speak. "I am married...or at least I was for a time."
Great Aunt Cassiopia look flabbergasted. "Excuse me? You what? It wasn't a mudblood, was it?" Her voice was expressionless, like any trained Blacks' was. However Sirius, being a Black himself, was able to find the worry in it.
Sirius's face turned into a sneer at the thought. It's not that his thoughts on Muggleborn had changed into one's of digust, but at the use of the word mudblood. "Of course not, Aunt Cass. Who do you take me for? A dumbledore supporter?"
He watches as looks of relief wash over all their faces as his grandmother Melania requires more about the his supposed spouse. Sirius gives a small smile.
"Lillana Thorne." Sirius's voice was filled with nostalgia, although it was false it seemed to be working. "An American pureblood. We had met shortly after I had graduated. Married two an a half years later."
The story was soild. After graduation, he and the rest of the Maraduers has joined the Order of the Flaming Chickens, causing them to be sent out on missions for Dumb-as-a-door. Oddly enough one had caused Sirius to seemly drop of the face of the earth for about three years. It was soild alibi, and he did in fact have a romatic relationship with her.
This caused his family's eye to widen, grandfather Pollux nearly dropping his tea. The surprise quickly vanished when they saw for the first time in Sirius's life that he was, in fact, serious.
Grandfather Pollus let out a huffy laugh. "I knew it was only a matter of time. You are a Black after all! Your foolish mother, my daughter, to think your were anything but so..."
Grandmother Irma gave a pleasent smile. "A fine match, I must say."
"Indeed, she was, Grandmother."
This caused the Lord Black to frown, his grandson's voice was filled with grief and he eyes never left the marbel flooring. "What do you mean 'was,' Sirius? Where is she currently?"
"She has passed away," it wasn't a lie. "Childbirth...giving birth to our daughter..."
This catches the attention of the elder Blacks. "Sirius," his grandmother Malenia spoke, "did your daughter make it?"
"Yes, she has."
The senior Blacks' out of sighs of relief that they hadn't realized they had been holding. For many years the group had been worrying about who would be the next heir to lead the house of black. Regulus, Sirius's younger brother, was dead; in-law Rodolphus, Bellatrix's husband, was with her rotting away in Azkaban. Also, their was no way in hell their would hand over the lordship to Narcissa's husband...a malfoy.
The fact that Sirius, their original Heir had finally got his head out of his arse and was ready to do take on the title was a gift from Lady Magik in itself. With the information that Sirius also had his own Heir was a cherry on top of it all.
"Her name?" The current Lord Black inquired, raising his brow. It almost seemed demanding. It was understandable after every that had happened that night.
"Lyra. Lyra Dorea Black." Sirius had a small grin on his lips as everyone nodded their heads in silent approvel. "I shall bring her here at my next visit, next week."
Lord Black nodded, dismissing him.
As soon as Sirius exited the Villa, a grin spread acroos his face. That whole conversation had to have been the must Gryffindor thing he has ever done. He starts think about the future...what should he tell Hannah?
She was now techincally a black with the blood adoption, but he would make sure she know of her Potter roots.
He made it back to his cottage in no time, only one thing going through his head.
What the heck am i gonna tell Moony?!