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

"Correct again, Athena." Remus smiled at me as I shook my head.

"You're really gonna need to try something a little bit harder there, Remus." I smiled and picked up my quill, writing down the notes that Remus asked us to.

"It seems that you've forgotten that I'm you're teacher, Athena." He says only loud enough for me to hear.

"No, I can remember that quite clearly, god father." I say with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and turns to the class, resuming to teach whatever he had just been. I wasn't really paying attention, to be honest. I didn't need to, all I needed to do was listen to the questions he asked me, considering I already knew all of this.

Fred and George were sitting behind me, throwing things at me. I think Remus noticed, but didn't care since I was annoying him. Fred seemed a little distant since this morning but I don't know why. I don't think I did anything to upset him, and if I did, well, I guess I'll have to make it up to him.

Soon enough, it was time to go to our next class. I told the twins that I would meet up with them later, because I wanted to stay back and talk to Remus.

"Hello there!" I chirped to my godfather who was now sitting at his desk. He looked up and raised and eyebrow at me.

"Shouldn't you be going to your next class?" He asks me.

"It's Divination," I say and he laughed, understanding my deep hatred for that class. "Plus, if I DO show up, Trelawney will probably tell me she predicted me being late, and I'll get off, just like always. You have a class?" I ask him and he shook his head, doing something that looked like work. "Great, I'll stay here with you." I smirked, taking a seat at a desk right in front of his.

"I should be giving you a detention you know, your first day and you're already skipping class." He said with a small smile tugging at the corners of mouth.

"Oh come on, Moony. You shouldn't be talking, considering you were once as big of a delinquent as myself," I smiled and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Look, I wasn't nearly as bad-"

"Stop right there, Remus. We all know whatever you're going to say next is a lie." I said, cutting him off.

"You should really go to class, Athena."

"I should really not, Remus." I retorted.

"Just as stubborn as your father, I see." He muttered more to himself than me.

"Naturally, I would be offended, but I'll let it go this time." I said, pursing my lips slightly.

"If you're going to skip class, you should at least be working on the essay for Defence Against the Dark Arts." He tells me, standing up and grabbing something from a shelf behind his desk.

"I think I'll pass," I shrugged. He shook his head, smiling.

"You're going to work on it, or it's detention, Miss Black."

"I think that's awfully rude, Professor."

"I think you should get working, now, or I'll make you write a lot more than I originally set," he smiled at me and I squinted, scowling at him.

I pulled out my parchment and quill and began to write about the topic he had assigned, (which was werewolves, yes, werewolves) basing most of it off of the things I've picked up off of living with a werewolf for my whole life. It was quite easy, actually. If I didn't know anything I would annoy Remus until he told me, which wasn't hard because I'm just generally a very annoying person.

I finished up within the hour, with 15 minutes to spare, annoying Remus. "Hey, hey, Moony!" I exclaimed and he looked up at me, clearly trying not to yell at me.

"Yes, Athena?" He said and sighed. He looked like I was really annoying him so I rethought my actions before I actually acted upon them. I stood up and hugged him quickly.

"Love you, but I gotta go to Transfiguration." I said quietly, gathering up my stuff and shoving it into my bag. "Bye!" I called out before running out and back to the Gryffindor dormitories to grab the books I needed. Though I still had ten minutes to my next class, I left early before I really got onto his nerves. Even after living with him for so long, I still feel like a nuisance to him.

I sighed and slowed my jog into a very slow walk, realizing I didn't need to be there that fast. I had to pass the DADA classroom to get to McGonagall's room, so I stopped in and waved to Remus with a small, short-lived smile.

"Athena?" He called out as I stuck my head in. I raised my eyebrows, silently telling him to continue. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you left with still ten minutes to spare," he pointed out.

"Couldn't be late for Transfiguration. McGonagall wouldn't be pleased." I said in a half truth.

"You're lying, you've never cared about being late to class." He said. I silently cursed him for being right.

"Not today, Remmy." I said, calling him a nickname I used as a child. He didn't quite like it, but never objected to it.

I left before he could question me any further and ran into Transfiguration, being only a few minutes early.

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I had made it through the whole day without anymore mishaps. And right now I was sitting in double potions with Snape.

Lee was behind me, and Fred was beside me. He had a tight hold on my hand under the table where nobody could see, and it made me feel happy. Special, even.

Once we started to make the potion Snape appointed us to, everyone got right to work without hesitation. Mine, of course, was coming along fine. But Fred's on the other hand, not so much. My potion looked exactly like it should have, but Fred's was a totally different colour and not near a fifth year expectation. I glanced at him with a worried look and saw that Snape was approaching our table slowly, criticizing everything he could about the Gryffindor's work.

With no hesitation, I shoved Fred in front of my cauldron and I stood in front of his before Snape could see the mess he'd made. I didn't worry about getting a bad mark on this in particular, because I knew how to do it anyway, if it indeed showed up on out O.W.L's. Fred stared at me and I waved a hand, telling him to get the look off his face before the now approaching potions master noticed.

Snape got to Fred's (which was actually mine) potion and stared at it suspiciously. "Not bad, Weasley. Though I'm sure you couldn't have done this yourself, no. Especially since you never dare to pay attention to anything that doesn't explode or make anyone around it make them look like a fool," Snape said softly, eyeing Fred, who did nothing. He moved on without another word.

He took one glance at the cauldron sitting in front of me and turned his nose up in disgust. "Disgraceful, Black. Worse than your usual standards." He spoke slowly, and with a wave of his wand, the potion vanished. "Though I'm not surprised, I couldn't help but wonder if you'd be as terrible as your father, and I guess this aids my suspicion," he taunted, causing my hands to form into fists.

I gritted my teeth and looked up at him. "Don't you dare talk about my father like that." I spat at him.

"And I'd like to see you stop me, foolish girl."

"You have no right to be talking about a man you barely knew!" I exclaimed.

"Oh I'm afraid I knew exactly what your father was like. Dim-witted, arrogant, selfish and narrow minded. You're not far behind him, are you?"

"Shut up! SHUT UP! DO NOT TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT! HE IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE BETTER THAN YOU EVER WILL BE!" I yelled at him, finally getting fed up with his constant talk about my father.

He glared at me, tilting his head to the side. "I think a detention with me tonight will suffice, and maybe teach you some respect." His voice, low and scarily calm.

"Great! See you there, sir!" I spat in his face, gathering up all my books and storming out of the classroom, not caring that I still had another twenty minutes left. One day, that toerag will learn not to talk about my father that way. One day, he'll learn that I will never have any respect for him.

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