PINK LEMONADE {Sirius Black's daughter}

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

OCTOBER 31ST, 1981
Privet Drive  

   It was the second time that Albus Dumbledore had visited Privet Drive on the night of October 31st, 1981. This time however, we wasn't accompanied by Professor McGonagall or by Hagrid, this time he was accompanied by a small little girl with the name Arabella Black. She was still fast asleep wrapped up in a warm blanket. He noticed yet again the fresh scar on the palm of her hand that was shaped like a small lightening bolt, almost the same as the scar Harry Potter had acquired from narrowly missing out on death at the hands of Lord Voldemort.

It wasn't the Dursley's residence at number four privet drive he was visiting this time, instead it was number 7 directly across the road where the Polkiss' resided. Arabella Black's mother, Maya-Rose, only had one living relative left who was still living in England and that was her absolutely awful cousin Gertrude who had married into the the Polkiss family.

He observed the overly-cleaned front yard where everything looked completely neat and tidy, too neat and tidy. Dumbledore wondered whether it was a good idea or not to present this family with the child of the cousin Gertrude resented the most. But alas, he had to do what had to be done and what was safest for Maya-Rose Black and Sirius Black's daughter.

Dumbledore walked up to the front step of the house and laid a sleeping Arabella Black just at the foot of the door. He reached into his pocket and attempted to pul out the envelope with everything explained on it but as well as the envelope, a delicate necklace with a silver chain and a diamond pendant with a tiny bottle of liquid luck enclosed within it that Maya had given him earlier on that day was caught on the corner of the paper. He couldn't give it her just yet as he knew how greedy some muggles could be. So instead, he tucked it back into his pocket to store in his office later on.

There was a knock at the door at 1am in the morning, and it only took one knock for most of the lights in the house to switch on and there was what sounded like about three differenr voices echo throughout the house. Dumbledore knew what he had to do. He took one last glance at Arabella Black, who had now just finally opened her eyes again and had stayed surprising calm.

The front door of number seven Privet Drive was rattled open by a very befuddled looking Mr Polkiss followed by Mrs Polkiss who was clutching a bawling Piers Polkiss in her arms, trying to get him back to sleep. They looked around onto the street but to their surprise there was no one there.

When they looked down however they came across little Belle, her eyes wide open in curiosity at these three strangers peering down at her. When she realised neither of these were her Mum, Dad or Uncle Moony, her little lip trembled and she too began to cry out for them all.

Gertrude and Walter Polkiss both exchanged concerned glances and quickly snatched the letter from off her blanket, holding it with only two fingers as if it was some sort of smelly old fruit they were trying not to touch much. The envelope was tore open and Mrs Polkiss held it as she read it out loud, her finger tracing every line written in dark purple ink.

"Dear Mrs Polkiss, I am sorry to inform you that your cousin Maya-Rose has gone missing and her Husband Sirius Black has been sentenced to life in Azkaban (a wizards prison) and charged with the murder of 13 non magical folk, Peter Pettigrew, Elijah Jones (your brother) and Lily and James Potter.

Their daughter Arabella Black was placed into my care the night all of this happened along with Maya's disappearance, so I ask very kindly of you that Arabella is put into your care until she reaches the age of 17. Nobody in the Wizarding community knows what has happened to Maya-Rose Black, some think Sirius has killed her already but that is merely a popular theory. She just disappeared and I'm sure it's what Maya would have wanted her daughter to grow up in a living household such as your own.

Many thanks,
Albus Dumbledore."

The tear-stained letter slipped from Gertrudes hands and onto the carpet inside their house. Neither her or her Husband agreed with the silly, unnatural ways of her idiotic cousin and brother but now they were both either dead or had gone missing - everything seemed real again.

"What are we going to do?!" Hissed Mr Polkiss, still staring at the crying child, "We aren't really going to let her grow up here are we Gertrude?"

Gertrude took one look at Arabella and gulped, nodding, "We have to Walter, I don't want to be known as someone heartless do I? Let's just never remind her of her Parents and all that .. all that.. abnormal stuff okay," her eyes glazed over again, "It's what Elijah would have wanted, and it will stop the ruddy neighbours from staring!"

Walter froze on the spot, sighed and picked up the crying child off the icy cold front step, still unsure of holding her, "Oh dear Lord will she ever shut up?!"

Arabella wrestled out of Mr Polkiss' arms and crawled over to the front door after Gertrude had locked it closed. She began to wail again, banging her hands on the front door for it to open again. All she wanted was someone she loved and these people gave her a bad feeling..

It was this bad feeling that continued throughout her childhood; constantly being second best and having the second best, being blamed by her Aunt and Uncle for anything that went wrong, never having any real friends for her vile cousin Piers would just scare them away.

She truly had nobody who cared about her in her life anymore accept the boy across the road. The boy with the funny little scar on his forehead who she had a strange feeling that they had met before whenever she was around him. That's if she was ever allowed around him, his Aunt Petunia and her Auntie Gertrude would separate the two whenever they could but that never stopped them from talking.

Arabella had the smallest room in the house, but she felt lucky enough to even have a bedroom after what the boy across the road had told her. Her favourite thing to do was to open her bedroom windows wide open at the end of a long day at school and sit there for hours on end just stare up at the sky and watch the clouds and birds float past.

It was a shame she didn't have parents to watch them with though. Her father was locked up in a faraway prison that she could never visit and her mother had died in a plane crash. Sometimes, she had the strange feeling that they both were still okay, that they were coming back for her one day and that everything would be alright .. but it never was.

PINK LEMONADE
{Philosophers stone - Deathly Hallows}

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|Began 23rd April 2021|
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