Proud To Be - Sirius Black's Daughter

Being the daughter of one of the most well known criminals was never a good factor in my life. I never had a father to look up to, to cherish and to love. Just some old photographs and an occasional childhood memory from Remus. But the day I met him, though I had already known he was innocent, that was the day I saw him for what he truly was. And I could honestly say that I was proud to be a Black.


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Fred's POV

"So you can produce a patronus? Why haven't we been told this?" I ask Athena, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't think it was that important," she shrugged, grabbing her bags. I shook my head, stopping her. I grabbed her bags from her and my own, smiling. "I could've gotten that." She states.

"I'm aware," I say smiling wider still.

"Then why did you-"

"Shhhh! Do not argue, just go along with things, okay?" She looks at me oddly but nods anyway.

"Thank you." She says after a while and I nod, kissing her head. I could see her porcelain white skin turn a shade of red and I smirked.

She looked absolutely gorgeous, not gonna lie. Her long, black hair fell in curls down to her waist and her pale grey-blue eyes that were rimmed with only the slightest but of eyeliner sparkled in the light. She tugged on the metal ring she had in her lip every so often with her teeth, and she just looked adorable.

"We're here," she says, walking out after George with a slight bounce in her step, causing her hair to bounce in time.

As we got off of the Hogwarts express, we had already known what to do, considering we've gone to this school for five years now. All the small first years followed Hagrid as the others made their way up to the castle and into the great hall.

Each student went to their house table and sat in groups with thee friends, mostly talking about their holidays. Athena, George, Lee and I always sat together, and I guess this year would be no different.

I took my seat beside Athena and my brother sat across from me, while Lee sat across from Athena, making pitiful attempts at flirting with her. She laughed at every one of his attempts to ask her out, finding each one hilarious while I found them disgusting, and quite frankly, annoying.

I saw Athena smile at Professor Lupin and give a small wave, in which he returned. "So, Lupin, he's the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" I asked her and she nodded, her curls falling in her face, which you could tell annoyed her a great deal.

The four of us payed no mind to Dumbledore while he gave his usual start of the year speech that started us into our feast. We mostly just made jokes and saw who could annoy each other the most, and like always, Athena won.

"Ooh! Timetables!" Athena exclaimed, looking at the timetable in front of her. I laughed at her childishness and listened to her as she read off her classes.

"Defence Against the Dark arts, Divination, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology and Double potions." She said, scrunching up her nose in resentment at Double potions.

"Oh, someone's gotta put up with Snapey for a whole two hours!" Lee teased and she glared at him. "But so do I so we can get through it together," he added with a wink, which she didn't even react to.

"At least I have DADA first with Remus," she shrugged, choosing the food she put on her plate carefully. "I hate Divination though,"

"Oh you'll make it through it," I smiled at her.

After Dumbledore finished his speech and Athena and I finished eating, I stood up and got the password from one of the seventh years and I grabbed Athena's hand, leading her up to the Gryffindor common room.

Repeating the password to the portrait of the fat lady, she swung forward and let us in. I drug my best friend behind me and she laughed, telling me to slow down.

I looked around and saw that we were the only two in here and I smiled. The first time I got to be alone with her since last year.

"How was your summer, after you left The Burrow, of course." I asked her, smiling. She'd spent the first two weeks of summer with George and I, later returning to her house. But we had caused a good amount of trouble before she had to leave. Mum didn't want her to leave, but she told her that she was afraid that Remus would've burned the house down if she had stayed away any longer.

"It was okay, I didn't do much. I read a lot and annoyed Remus, like always. And yours, good sir?" She asked with a huge smile on her face, which I knew wouldn't stay that way for long.

"It was good, would've been better with you there the whole time, but hey," I shrugged and she blushed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. I saw a familiar white line running down her defined cheekbone, a scar that she never talked about and we learned not to ask about. She always made an attempt to hide it, and George and I hadn't even noticed it until the end of our second year. She was very self conscious of it, and I never knew why, but I could imagine that I'd find out when she was ready to tell me.

"I'm sure it would've, you poor thing. You went a whole month and a half without your latest conquest,"

"Oh yes," I smiled and leaned down, kissing her.

Nobody knew that we were together, if that's even what it was. Technically, we aren't boyfriend/girlfriend, we're just really close friends. Really, really close friends. I never asked her officially to be mine, but it doesn't mean I didn't want to. I just don't really think she wants to be too serious. Respectively, I never asked her yet.

"Remus would hate you if he saw us now," she said, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I know, but you're worth it. I could care less, really." I said, smiling.

"Well, I'm tired. I should go to sleep and get ready for my classes tomorrow..." She trailed off, the smile fading from her lips.

"Oh, uh yeah. Well, goodnight." I say, kissing her again. She smiled and turned, walking away to the girls dormitories without another word. I sighed and collapsed in a chair near the common room fire, waiting for the others to come back from the great hall.

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