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elara lupin-black ; or elara lupin (as that was the safest thing to be called) - was the daughter of the mass murderer sirius black. this was however very unfortunate for her, she despised her father, truly.

although, remus lupin - her other father - was strictly in denial about the entire situation. they both couldn't decide who actually did it. between all four marauders, it couldn't be james or remus. it had to be peter or sirius, and it didn't seem right that sirius was going to kill off his best brother,

but it couldn't be pete ... not young pete.

remus had spent ten years trying to collect the information on who betrayed their best friend, and his wife, and their child. who betrayed their trust.

elara sighed at her desk doing her transfiguration homework for mcgonagall's class. it wasn't hard work, in fact usually she'd be done in a matchbox.

but this summer has been filled with unexpected surprises. one being her father breaking out of azkaban. no one, not even her best friends knew.  knew that sirius black was her actual dad.

she likes to keep to herself, barely proud of it.

she frowned knowing it was all too overwhelming, and ran to lay flat on her bed.

"elara." she heard a knock on the door.

"come in." she coughed.

"dad was seen again." remus said, hesitantly.

"where?" elara asked, straightening the way she's laying down.

"not sure, but the daily prophet said a muggle territory. i'm guessing, harry?" he shrugs.

"why would he want harry- actually, stupid question." elara shook her head. "i mean, maybe but dad ... harry doesn't know anything about black, or me."

elara frowns before laying her head on her fathers lap. her feet hitting the wall as she lifts her legs to reach the wall.

"you should let them know, lara." remus sighed, softly caressing her hair with his fingers. "but just your friends. it's nothing to be ashamed of in your case. your friends should know the real you, who you came from. don't be shy about it, it wasn't your fault sirius was your dad."

"dad, it's not that." elara shook her head. "harry's stubborn, and honestly very stupid. if he finds out the man who is trying to capture him for voldemort, is my father. he'll disown me as a friend. pulling both hermione and Ron with him ... i think."

"lara, they'll understand. especially that hermione of yours." remus said, before lifting her head and standing up. "it's getting late, why don't we go watch some muggle movies in the common room."

"yeah, i'll be down. can I pick?" Elara asked hopefully, hugging a pillow she had on her bed.

"what the hell, okay." remus laughs.

"we have to watch this new muggle movie called 'dancing queen' you'll love it."

remus smiled knowing sirius would've freaked over the name.

***

a week after, it was harry's birthday, and they truly wished it was safe for him to visit. elara had his present knowing his stupid muggle family wouldn't let him use hedwig. then remus came bursting into the common room.

"elara, your best friends a bloody menace." he said, panting.

"geez, you look at if you ran a marathon, dad." elara chuckled, "what'd he do this time?"

"he blew up his aunt."

elara snorted and started to laugh so hard she fell on the floor. "blew up his aunt? what the hell. how?"

"it's a mystery." he blew a breath. "i went down to the weasleys to ask if you could go with them to the leaky cauldron. arthur told me and molly, molly started cursing, and arthur stared in space ... in awe."

"thanks for the descriptions, dad." elara said calming down.

"where's alex?" remus asked.

"she's in the bathroom." elara said. "then she's going to the laundry room to get a blood bag or two."

remus grimace. "you know the rules."

remus set rules not to drink blood in the living room, kitchen, or bedrooms. you can only drink either outside or in the vampire room.

elara seemed to have two rooms. one she had shared with alexia cade - her vampire friend, and her helper - they both decorated with posters of famous vampires and lord of stickers. the room was painted black, and they didn't sleep in there. but they hung out and all.

ron freaked out the first time he went in there, hermione shook her head, and harry stared in awe.

"lara, lara, lara." she called. "i have our blood bags, now let's go watch movies all night, and get drunk- ohh remus ..."

"drunk? she's thirteen." remus swallowed, his face color turning pale.

"don't be silly, remus. it's a saying, we're not actually getting drunk." alexia said, before shrugging. "it's a saying that we drink about of blood."

"that's gross." remus said before giving chocolate. "go, have fun."