Dreaming of Stars

~the scent of her strawberry and mint shampoo~

four

Sirius had pulled a chair into the room his godson had claimed as his. He was still in shock that Ascella had just sat up...alive. The older wizard couldn't stop watching her breathe like he was trying to prove to himself that he didn't just imagine it out of hope.

He pulled out his wand and murmured the Patronus Charm, summoning a wispy, ghost like dog that mimicked his Animagus form. Harry needed to know.

"You need to come back to Grimmauld, Harry. Now. Don't think, just get here, It's Ascella," Sirius muttered in an unsteady voice, still staring at his cousin's daughter, while she murmured strange words under her breath. With another wave of his wand, the Patronus raced off, disappearing through the wall with a puff of blue smoke.

He then leaned forward and brushed a raven coloured curl from her forehead. She'd saved his life and honestly, Sirius had never expected her to do anything like that at all...

The Black was still boggled by that. They hadn't really been that close, despite her being his cousin's daughter.

Ugh, he ran his fingers through his hair, viciously scratching at his scalp. He needed to listen to Remus more often. She really wasn't like her mother or father at all. Even being raised by the Malfoys had had no effect on her.

Ascella Rowan Lestrange was-

The door suddenly slammed open making the wizard jump in fright and turn in his seat. And there was his Godson with wild eyes.

"You said-" Harry started and Sirius nodded.

"She sat up, looked at me then laid back down, making weird sounds that I don't understand."

The younger wizard approached them both carefully, almost like he was scared that he was dreaming, "She's alive?"

Ascella sucked in another deep breath, now silent and they both stopped, their eyes shooting to her.

"How?" Harry whispered, standing at the foot of her bed.

Sirius stood and moved over to him, "I don't know how it happened, Harry," he put his hand on his godson's shoulder, "But she's alive."

Silent tears began to roll down the younger wizard's face, he didn't dare to hope. Despite hearing her breath and it being Sirius who was telling him, Harry couldn't help but think this was just a figment of his imagination, a cruel trick being played on him by himself and his grief. Hell, it could even be that bastard, Tom.

Until...

"Harry Potter, you moron, I swear to Michael the Archangel, if you do not get me out of your filthy, pigsty of a room, I will hex you into a pig yourself."

Sirius's lip twitched as his godson's shoulders slumped at the girl's muttered threat.

Apparently, that was all the proof he needed. The older Black watched as his niece wiggled a bit to sit up again, this time struggling a little. Both he and Harry almost tripped over themselves to help her up, "Are you okay, sweetheart? You need something to eat or drink or anything?"

Ascella gave him a funny look, obviously not used to the gentle, fatherly attitude, especially one from Uncle Sirius, "Are YOU okay?"