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.


6. 5

Athena's POV

I stepped into the common room and stalked up to the girls dormitories, hot tears burning my eyes. I threw down my bag next to my bed and collapsed on the pile of blankets. A single tear fell down but I wiped it away almost immediately. I wouldn't let that greasy fool upset me, he didn't know my dad. Nobody that is alive did but Remus, and I trusted his judgement more than anything.

Soon enough Angelina walked in and saw me just blankly staring at a ceiling. "You okay?" She asked me and I stifled a small nod. "Snape... Had no right to say that.. About.. About your dad," she said softly. I gripped the sheet tightly in my hand, as if it would stop me from bursting out into a fit of rage, or worse, tears.

"Yeah, is Fred back?" I ask as she nodded.

"He wanted to see you," I mumbled a 'thanks' and walked down the stairs that led back to the common room.

I saw an oh-so-familiar red-head sitting in my usual seat by the fire. I stalked over to him, quietly and before he noticed me, I sat down on his lap. He jumped in surprise but wrapped his arms around me protectively.

"Athena, do you wanna talk..?" And I think the look on my face let him know that it would be better if he just shut up, which he did.

After Angelina left, it was only the two of us here. The others were probably down in the great hall eating dinner, but I wasn't hungry. I told Fred multiple times to just go and eat, and once he finally stood up, I thought he had gotten sick of my nagging, until he picked me up and carried me up to the boys dormitories.

"This isn't dinner, Fred." I told him. He didn't reply, he only laid down next to me and kissed me. He kissed me so much differently than I'd gotten used to with him. Now, it was slow and passionate more than sloppy and fast, and I can't lie, I do prefer this.

"Why did you do that?" He asked me, speaking for the first time since we left the common room.

"Do what?" I asked. I was hoping to avoid this, but I knew it would've come up eventually.

"You know," he said quietly.

I shrugged. "You needed it more than I did," I told him honestly.

"But that didn't mean you had to-"

"It's done, okay? It doesn't matter," I told him, pressing my lips to his once more. He kissed back, but hesitated.

"Thank you," he whispered after I pulled away.

"It was nothing, don't worry." I told him, smiling slightly.


I stepped into Snape's office at six that evening, ready to do my detention. I walked up to his desk which he was sitting at, clearly waiting upon my arrival. I sat at the desk right in front of his, waiting to be told what I'd be doing.

"Since it's the first day, and you usually don't cause much trouble, you'll just be writing lines today. Yes... How about, I will learn to respect my teacher, even when they insult my big-headed father," he drawled. My blood boiled at the sound of him talking about my father that way.

"No, I think I'd prefer my lines to be 'I'll never respect slimy grease balls who insult their students fathers over a stupid grudge held against them'." I spat, glaring at him. I didn't care anymore, the more he insults my dad, the more I insult him. Simple.

He stared at me, but didn't say another word for the next two minutes. "I was utterly surprised when you first came to Hogwarts, showing so many physical characteristics of your mother, and so many traits of your father personality-wise... Shame," he uttered, burning holes into the side of my head with his eyes.

"Don't you dare start on my mother now," I growled, but he didn't. What he said next, shocked me.

"I have nothing bad to say about your mother, she was a wonderful woman. My best friend, actually. And you're a spitting image of her," he said "and then your father and Potter had to feed her such utter lies about myself, so they had now taken Lily and Em from me." He seethed.

"Well I must admit, I do believe that not all of them were lies," I told him coolly, finally looking him in the eyes.

"I do take what I said back, you're like your mother in a lot more ways than just aesthetically. You've gotten her stubbornness," he said, taking another glance at me before walking back to his desk. "Instead of lines, you'll be writing me an essay on why exactly your potion in my class today was absolute rubbish. I expect it by Friday," he said, completely bored already.

I walked out if there an hour later, my temper sky high and my eyes burning with unshed demons that we call tears. I walked down the corridor and to the only place where I knew I could calm down. Well, more a person than a place.

I knocked on the door of Remus' office and not even a minute later he opened the door. Seeing it was me, he ushered me in, probably noticing my shaking hands and glassy eyes. This is not usually me, I'm usually the calm, collected girl that didn't let much bother me, but whatever was with Snape, he just made me completely forget that persona.

"Athena, what's the matter?" He asks, worry etched in his features.

I blinked and the salty tears already started to fall. "Snape. He couldn't shut up about dad and mom, and I just couldn't help but yell at him. He was saying such terrible things about dad and James... And I just can't understand why," I said softly, knowing that the more I talked, the more the tears fell.

"Athena," he hugged me "Snape and your father and James never got along. Like, they despised each other. Understand that, please. I'm not excusing whatever he said but you can't take him seriously. Don't let him upset you because that's exactly what he wants. You remind him of your father and he despises that, so he'll upset you at any chance he gets. Don't let him, Athena," he spoke firmly, trying to get the point across.

I took a deep breath and nodded, wiping my face and ridding it from the wetness my eyes had just caused it. "You're right... You're right... Sorry, I'll just go. I just... Sorry for bothering you," I muttered, taking a step back and turning to walk out.

"Athena," he called but I was already gone and on my way back to the Gryffindor dormitories to be with Fred, who I had to leave hanging when I left for my detention with Proffeser Snape.

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