Sirius Black's Daughter

CHAPTER 1

Ayra watched as the other children played outside from her bedroom window.

She sat on her window sill, gazing outside moodily, a sigh falling from her lips.

Oh how she longed to join them.

But she couldn't. She was locked in her room.

''Not like they would want me to anyway.'' she thought bitterly, tearing her eyes away from the window.

''They're afraid of you'' a small voice reminded her.

And it was true.

Afraid was an understatement. They were plain terrified.

She saw it in the way the other children shifted away from her and huddled closer together whenever she got so much as a feet close to them. The way the little kids ran away from her with frightened eyes if she approached them or the older ones left when she entered a room. The way they excluded her from games or talked about her in hushed voices. The way eyes always seemed to follow her as she passed.

And it wasn't just the kids either.

The adults always seemed to jump when she entered a room unannounced or flinch when she reached for something next them.

She tried to act like it didn't bother her.  Like she couldn't care less the way they treated her. But she couldn't help but feel hurt. They treated her like she was some kind of evil. Like she was a monster. A freak.

They had even gone as far as sending her to a priest for exorcism.

She shuddered at the memory.

Ayra was different, you see. And she knew it. The others at the orphanage knew it to.
They hadn't failed to notice how something strange always seemed to happen when she was around.
Plus, having hair that changed colour from time to time wasn't exactly normal either.

The sound of a kid's shriek snapped her out of her thoughts, drawing her attention back to the window. She glared as she caught sight of a boy with a bandage across his nose. He had picked up something resembling a slug and was using it to chase the other kids who ran away laughing and screaming. She continued glaring  until the glass on her window began to crack.

Sighing, she looked away, her mind recalling the incident that had caused her to be locked in her room.

A few hours earlier, she had punched that same boy  across the face. He always picked on her and today was no different. He had been taunting her and she had been ignoring him, really. That is, until he reached forward and pulled her hair. Then she had wheeled around, her hair having turned a violent shade of red, before she let her fist connect with his face, breaking his nose in the process.
When the boy's cries attracted the adults she was still shaking in fury.  She stayed quiet when the boy had gone on to report how she had punched him, leaving out the part of how he had been taunting her.

No one asked her what happened. No one asked for her side of the story. No one cared to know if she had been provoked. And she didn't bother to speak up. It's not like they would believe her anyway.
They took the boy's word and the blood and bruises forming on her knuckles to be enough evidence and so she had been thrown into her room and locked in. Not to be given food or water for the rest if the day.

She sighed again.

She was completely lost in thought when she heard footsteps near her room. She expected them to pass but instead they stopped outside her door. Then  something unexpected happened. The lock clicked before the knob turned and the door opened to reveal the grim face of the matron.

"Get ready." She said tossing clothes to Ayra who caught them in surprise. "A couple's coming over to see you and I don't want any funny business." She said pointing a finger warningly at her."I'll be back to check if you're ready. Now get changed" she snapped before slamming the door again, making Ayra jump.

She looked down at the clothes in her hand before letting out another sigh. 

It was gonna be a long day.