Sierra Black: A Harry Potter Fan-Fiction

Chapter 2 - Pureblood

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning, feeling better than I did yesterday. I could do magic all I want, and I wasn’t being a prisoner by the stupid orphanage. I still miss my parents, (adoptive parents) but they wouldn’t want me depressed over them, they were the happy folk. My mom was crazy, and wouldn't want me to worry about them, but about myself. I still cared, but I was looking towards the future, for better answers. I sat up rubbing my eyes, I looked out the window to notice it was still dark, the sun was going to rise any minute. I stretched and got out of bed, I walked to the bathroom, taking out my wand. I yawned and tapped my black hair and it turned straight, my short layers overlapping the long layers, it would look tacky on anyone else, but not on me. I smiled as my stormy gray eyes seemed to lighten, with excitement. I went back into the girls dorm, and changed into my Gryffindor robes. I stuck a red headband in my hair, grabbed my bag full of books and rushed down the stairs to the common room. I sat at the desk in front of the window, the sky a dark blue now. I took a piece of parchment, quill and a bottle of ink out of my bag.

I sighed, who could I write too? My aunt? No, she doesn’t know about wizards, my grandparents? Nope, muggle’s as well. Then I thought, what about my real family? Someone not from my adoptive family… I then wrote:

Dear Sirius,

Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, or really know who I am. I know you are an international killer everyone is looking for, and you don’t have time for family love letters, but… Hey, who knows, you could be a nice killer, am I right? I am just messing around, I am really bored, and I woke up a little early this morning. I just started school, at Hogwarts, no one knows we are related. I used my adoptive parents last names, I just thought it seemed right, plus, everyone would hate me. The Ministry already thinks I helped you out, you know, because of our blood relation, I’ll help you guess, you start with an F, and I start with a D. Everyone thinks you killed my adoptive parents, but how can they prove it? Don’t ask why I am writing you, but I hope to get letters back. Just in case, so you don’t get caught, for some reason, I don’t want that, ain't that weird? Anyways, just in case so you don’t get caught, why don’t we just make up names? If this letter does come back, I’m really weird right now. I wont say I love you, because I don’t even know you, you’ve been in Azkaban my whole life, liked to hear from you as soon as I can.

Your new relative (or thirteen year old relative),

Sierra… Black? Oh my gosh, it sounds so weird saying that. Ahaha, you better be glad I am being ok with this.

P.S. Oh yeah, I made Gryffindor! I guess that’s  what you were in… This is really weird, writing to the number one wizarding world criminal… I guess…

I read it through for awhile, should I really send this? I should hate him right? I sighed, and stuck it in and envelope writing the words on front.

Sirius Black

I sealed it and stuck it in my bag, for safe keeping, I looked up to see the sun coming from behind the mountains. I sighed again, sat up from the chair, put the bag over my shoulder and headed out of the common room, I went through the fat lady painting and headed to the Great Hall. I entered to notice only two other people there, I headed for the Gryffindor table and started stacking my plate with eggs, and sausage. An owl flew in and handed me the Daily Prophet, I stuck a couple of knuts in its pouch and it flew away. I opened the new paper and started reading, taking a bite of my sausage.

“SIRIUS BLACK”

Was in bold letters on the front page, do they have anything better to do? I flung it across the table and dug into my eggs to notice everyone was already in the hall, I sighed. I got up, and put my bag over my shoulder, I looked at my list of things to do, ugh, stupid charms. I headed out of the great hall, and started looking for charms. I finally found it ten minutes later, I was the tenth person to come in, I found an empty desk and sat down. The teacher started teaching us boring things, I sighed one more time when the bell rang. I got up and headed out of the door, by the end of the day, it was time for potions, for some reason, this was something I was good at, but I wasn’t too fond of, since Snape was teaching. Since I did a good job, he just looked at it, and walked away, not awarding any points, but I was ok with that, all the Gryffindors say that he loves to take points away. I put it in a bottle at the end of the class and handed it to Professor Snape, he had everyone else, except I and Hermione Granger do it for homework. I turned around to say something to Hermione, but she disappeared in thin air, my eyebrows crossed, but I shook my head confused and left the dungeon classroom. On the way back to the common room, I ran into, no other, but Draco Malfoy, Fred told me who he was when I told him about what he did to me at the train station. He rammed his shoulder into me when I walked by, I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and punched him hard in the head. He turned over from the ground and spat “You filthy mud-blood!"

I just laughed, my anger was getting out of control “In your dreams, Malfoy, I’m a pureblood!”

Where did that come from? How did I know I was a pureblood?

“You're going to pay!” Malfoy said getting up.

“Make your own cousin pay, that's very gentlemen of you.” I covered my mouth so fast, I could of sworn I would have slapped myself. I left him there in shock as I ran out of the hallway and plopped down on the Gryffindor common room couch. I rubbed my temples as Harry and Ron entered through the portrait.

“Hey.” I said slightly.

They both plopped down next to me,

“Hey, so how’s your day been?” Ron asked.

I shook my head with my eyes shut, still rubbing my temples “Worse than I thought it could be. I thought I was going to pass out in charms.”

They laughed, I opened my eyes and let my hands drop and I smiled.

Then I thought of something. “Have you guys seen Hermione lately? I swore she completely disappeared in thin air in potions today.” I said.

They exchanged glances and Harry shrugged “She has like, three classes at the same time for every hour, I don’t know how she handles it. But she is in the library, I feel like she is going to have to camp out there if she doesn’t quit some classes.”

Ron and I laughed, I sighed and plopped down on my knees and started doing homework, it was around twelve, and I was the only one in the common room. I heard a knock on the portrait, and got up, stretched and opened it, and I swore my mouth dropped.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Malfoy asked.

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AN: 1/20/14 - Hey, I was thinking about still updating to this. If you don't understand what I'm talking about, read the Author's note at the end of the story. I'm going through editing all the grammar mistakes. So yeah, I was a sucky writer at 11 years old... just sayin'... cause this is taking me FOREVER.