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.


8. 7

Athena's POV

A month at Hogwarts seems to go by so quickly, especially with the best friends in the world and grades that you can't complain about.

"Athena!" Fred yelled out to me as I was walking up the stairs after the fear in the great hall. I turned around to be pulled into a very loving kiss and I smiled. "I'll never get sick of that." He states and grabs my hand as we walked towards the portrait of the fat lady.

"Why is everyone just standing there?" I asked Fred.

"I don't know.... Wait, Dumbledore is coming." He said quietly, looking behind us.

We stepped out of the way as Dumbledore made his way through the crowd of Gryffindors. Everyone stepped aside and I gasped at what I saw. The portrait of the Fat lady was shredded and she was nowhere to be seen. Dumbledore said a few things and went to search for the Fat lady to see if she had went to another portrait, which she did. He soon found her and questioned her about what had happened.

"SIRIUS BLACK!" She shouted after blubbering about someone being in the castle and slashing her portrait with his knife.

I widened my eyes and my breathing quickened. Could it really have been dad? I mean, he was out of Azkaban, so it was quite possible. "Blimey, your dad?" Fred asks.

"It's quite possible." I sighed.


We had been given orders to sleep in the great hall in sleeping bags while they searched the castle to see if he was still here. Though I knew he was innocent, it couldn't help but make me wonder why he came Into the school with a knife. A knife, out of all things he could've brought!

"Athena!" Fred called out from next to George and Lee, waving me over. I held up a finger, seeing Ron, Hermione and Harry in a heated discussion not far from me. I made my way towards them.

"Hey, are you guys alright? You seem a bit shaken." I smile at them and they all turn to look at me. I can see Hermione eying me suspiciously, and It didn't really matter. I knew people couldn't trust me easily for the said actions of my father, but what else could I do but prove I'm actually a good person?

"Yeah, did you-"

"See him?" I ask and Ron nods. "Nah, but I don't think I really want to." I lied.

"How are you so calm about this, Athena?" Harry asks me curiously.

I shrugged. 'I guess I just accepted I had a 'mass murderer' as a father when I was young, so his idiocy doesn't shock or surprise me anymore." I paused and stared at the three of them for a minute. "Look, I'm really sorry that you three had to get mixed up in all this. But please trust me when I tell you that yore going to be safe unless you go looking for trouble-which I'm not saying you do, it's just that you usually attract trouble, Harry." I said, smiling. I stared at him for a minute and an overwhelming sadness came over me. Seeing him just reminded me of the little things I could remember of James and Lily.

"Yeah, we know." Hermione said with a small smile. "Are you alright? I mean..."

"Don't worry about me," I smiled. "I'll be fine. Now get some sleep. You look exhausted." I added and they nodded as I walked away and back to my friends. My smile immideately left my face as soon as they couldn't see me anymore, and I practically fell into Fred's arms once I got close enough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just having an escaped convict of a father gets tiring sometimes." I mumbled and he kissed my head.

"Wanna go to sleep?" He asked and I nodded without hesitation.

The next morning was blur and all my classes seemed to pass in a blurry haze. I seemed so disoriented from the night before that I could barely finish my homework that night. I had talked to Remus but for once in my life that didn't even help.

I had to take a walk to clear my mind, so that's what I did. I knew the teachers didn't want the students to be roaming the halls, or outdoors for that matter. But I didn't care. He was my father, so i don't think he'd kill me. Plus, his innocent so that's another reason I believe he wouldn't kill me. We all needed to be back in our common room by six now, and I find that a little unreasonable, but I don't make the rules, do I? No, I just have to obey them.

I left the castle and kept a close look out for Dementors, but so far I didn't see any. Good. I walked along so slowly and just let my head clear itself out. Hearing people be so scared of my father angered me so much, because he was nothing like people were making him out to be.

I walked down to the lake and sat by it, staring at the water. I wondered stupid things, that were probably not even worthy to become actual thoughts, but I didn't care. I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my head on them and sighing. I wondered what it would be like if mom never had to die. What would happen if dad wasn't there at the worst time possible, and he was still here with me instead of being hunted down by mass mounds of Dementors. I wonder what it would've been like if I still had my family with me.

The wind blew my hair around and I didn't bother to fix it, because I know it would just go back to the way it was. I looked around, making sure I was still alone and I was, fortunately. My eyes scanned the grounds and caught something-well, technically two things- glowing in the distance. It was very close to midnight, so it was extremely dark outside, and now the only way I was looking out for Dementors was thinking of the feeling of one being near.

I kept my eyes locked with the eyes of whatever was in front of me. I wasn't afraid of it. If anything, whatever it was that was standing a few feet away from me, gave me a sense of comfort which I hadn't felt in the longest time.

It moved closer to me, and I could recognize it's shape the closer it got. It was a dog. I didn't think much more of it when the animal came closer and laid it's head in my lap. It obviously didn't have an award winning appearance, but it didn't seem to mind and neither did I.

I sat with the dog for a while just petting his head and talking to it about stupid things. Sure I probably sounded like an idiot but no one was there to here me, and the dog seemed to the the only thing that I could talk to that would listen.

"Anyway, what are you doing out here anyway? I mean, I wouldn't want to be around here with all the Dementors hanging around. There kinda annoying and creepy." I asked the dog, scratching behind his ear. The dog obviously didn't answer, but it looked up at me and just stared at me.

I tilted my head to the side and furrowed my eyebrows. I was pretty sure there was something I was missing here, but I couldn't figure it out. Whether it was because of the last few days events, or I was just stupid. I thought for a while, occasionally looking down at the fairly large animal laying next to me.

Then it hit me. I widened my eyes and stared down at the dog, covering my mouth with my hand. "Dad!" I whispered so quietly. I knew it was him. He looked up at me and nudged my hand with his nose.

I let out a huge breath and wrapped my arms around him in his dog form, not wanting to let him go. It sounded stupid, but try living without your dad for twelve years and tell me how great it feels.

"You need to be careful! What d'you think would've happened to you if someone had've seen you? I would've lost you for good," I whispered and he looked down, placing a paw on top of my hand.

And then I lost it. I started crying so hard, trying to breathe normally, but I couldn't. I couldn't believe it was actually him in front of me. After so long, he was actually here.

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