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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Athena's POV

I stalked up the stairs leading to the girls dormitories and found my room, which I was apparently sharing with Angelina. It wasn't too bad, because I'd always liked her, but I wouldn't consider us best friends or anything. I collapsed onto my bed and pulled the blankets up over me after I changed into my night clothes.

Not long after, I heard the loud talking and laughter dispense from outside and Angelina walked in. I stayed as quiet and still as possible, in hopes that she'd think I was asleep, because honestly, I didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

She stopped moving around and I peeked out from under the covers to see she had gotten in bed as well. I sighed a quiet sigh of relief as her breathing slowed and she had fallen asleep.

I sighed and stood up quietly and walked over to my luggage that had been delivered here while we were in the Great Hall. I opened it and pulled out a photo album that Remus had given me for my birthday last year.

I flipped through and stopped and smiled at each picture. The first one was apparently a few days before I was born. It had my mom and my dad, Remus, Peter, James and Lily. They all looked so happy and it seemed as though nothing could have gone wrong.

Mom died while giving birth to me, so when I flipped to the next picture, six people stayed six, but instead of my father holding my mother, he was holding me. Though they had just lost one of their best friends, they had managed to keep their smiles on their faces.

The next picture, a new face was added. Harry was now there and Lily and James, though looking exhausted, were smiling as bright as ever. In this picture, Remus was holding me and dad was holding James like Lily was holding Harry. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh that was soon turned into a sob.

The picture after that, was just me and Remus. He looked so happy to be holding me but there was still that small ounce of fear in his eyes. As he had later explained to me, he was scared he was going to do something wrong, or drop me.

The next showed me and Harry sitting on the couch, both asleep. I couldn't help but smile. picture after picture of me and the people I would've called my family were in here and I had finally made it to the last two.

Remus and I were hugging (very over-dramatically might I add), and I was now fourteen. Despite everything that had happened in the previous years, we looked so happy. I could remember that day as clear as ever. after all, it was only a few months ago. It was really just a normal day, but any day with my god father was something special, considering that he was pretty much the only family I had left.

Then the last picture was added, it was after I had arrived at The Burrow for the first few weeks of our holidays. The picture was taken by Ron and it was me, George and Fred. I was in the middle, with Fred on my left and George on my right. My eyes were widened in shock and Fred and George were each kissing one of my cheeks. Of course, I didn't know they were going to do this, but we laughed it off after it happened.

After what seemed like forever, I had come to the realization that I had been sitting on the floor, crying like crazy and clutching onto a photo album for dear life.

I got up and dusted myself off, checking the time. I saw that I could get about three hours of sleep before I would wake up at my regular time. I sighed and crawled into my bed again, wiping the stray tears that had fallen down every minute or two. And without much more thought, I had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

*next morning*

I always woke up earlier than everyone. It never failed. My prediction was right, I had only gotten three hours of sleep before I awoke again.

Mumbling profanities under my breath, I got out of bed and changed into my robes. I threw my hair up into a bun and walked down to the common room, sitting down in a chair next to the fire. There was really nothing for me to do, so I just sat there and hummed random tunes quietly. It never bothered me that I always woke up before everyone else, because I always loved being by myself. I am a very independent person, so being alone for about an hour and a half every morning was perfect.

I say and stared at the orange flames in the fireplace until a familiar redhead was picking me up off the chair.

"George, could you not?" I asked him, but a smile creeped it's way onto my face.

"I think you should go back to bed, your first class doesn't start for another hour. I shrugged, because I knew if I agreed or if I disagreed he would bring me back to bed with him anyway. I had to put up with him doing this about twice a week. "Great," he smiles, carrying me back up to the boys dormitories.

"You know, I find you quite annoying, Georgie." I say and he had an expression of mock hurt as he dropped me on his bed.

"You know, I find you quite rude, Athena." He says as I move up into a sitting position.

"Eh, I am." I shrugged and laughed under my breath. "Anyway, shut up before you wake up your brother."

"Aw look at you caring, you truly are madly in love with him," he smiled, cooing at me.

"Fuck you, George." I rolled my eyes.

"Watch your language!" He scolded me which annoyed me even more.

"Nah, I think I'm good." I smiled.

"Will you two shut up!" Fred exclaimed from his bed. I giggled and got out of George's bed and crawled in next to Fred, wrapping my arms around him.

"Someone's grumpy." I teased and he opened his eyes to look at me.

"Athena, go away." He moaned and turned away from me.

"You know, that might be the meanest thing you've said to me all week." I said, putting a hand over my heart.

"Eh, you'll get over it."

"Then you'll get over this," I smiled and hit him in the back of the head, rather hard.

"Athena!" He exclaimed and turned to face me.

I smiled innocently and hopped out of the bed and walked over to George again. "Take me away from the mean man!" I exclaimed and he laughed.

"Whatever you say, my fair lady." He says, picking me up again.

"Later loser!" I called out to Fred and George carried me back down the stairs to the common room.

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