This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Prologue

Song for Chopter: come out and play by Bill ie Eilish

Dusk settled upon Twelve Grimmuald
Place, covering every inch of the house in a cold and deserted darkness. Sirius Black had tried decorating for the holiday, Halloween, but the loss of his daughters mother, True, was weighing down on him with force. The depression from being separated from his friend weighed heavily on his shoulders.

A cry came from one of the upstairs bedrooms, waking his mothers portrait.

"MAKE THAT CHILD OF YOURS SHUT HER MOUTH!" She cried from her portrait.
"NINE YEARS OLD AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW BASIC MANNERS. YOU'RE A TERRIBLE FATHER, SIRIUS. I CAN'T BEAR TO LOOK AT YOU, YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR! MIXING WITH THE MUDBLOODS! DISGUSTING! SHAME ON YOU, BOY!"

Sirius rubbed his hand over his face, not in the spirit to be reminded of his failures.

Can't even raise my daughter, he thought grimly. Sighing, he got up and threw a sheet over his mothers hideous portrait and climbed his way up the stairs.

When he made it to his destination, Sirius hovered at the door.

He looked in the small mirror hanging in the long hallway, and looked sadly at his figure. His hair was a mess, and unwashed, his eyes were red and baggy from crying and not sleeping, and although you couldn't see it, his heart was broken so horribly he almost didn't have the strength to wake up every morning.
His daughter was only nine years old and living without a mother.

The only exception was Giselle.

He pushed open the door and felt a small body run to him, hugging his legs.

"Daddy! The monster came back! He came back!" Giselle Black wailed.

Sirius leaned down and picked her up, holding his daughter tightly to his chest.

"No, he didn't, darling. No one is here to hurt you. You're safe here," he soothed, stroking her curly brown hair as she sniffed into his shoulder.

"You promise?" she questioned, pulling away and staring into his eyes, grey meeting green. "You'll always be here to protect me from the monster?"

"I promise, my dear, I promise." Sirius leant in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Giselle hugged his back tighter and leaned her head on his shoulder, whispering to herself. "I want mummy back."

Sirius' heart broke the second his daughter spoke those words. He hugged her even tighter, his eyes wandering around the room in pain as a tear drop fell from his eye solemnly.
"I know, sweetie."

There was a few minutes of silence between the two, and Sirius cleared his throat, taking his head away to look at miss Giselle Black.

"Now, you need to go to bed, missy!" He smiled, bobbing her on the nose with his finger, making her giggle.

"'Il go to sleep, but only if you stay with me," Giselle said quite seriously, enlarging her eyes as if that would convince her dad.

He smiled, setting her down in her bed.

"Ah, bargaining now, are we?" He asked with a chuckle. "Of course I'll stay with you. I'II even sing you a little song, Zell."

He sat down on her bed and pulled up the covers for her, waiting for her to settle down.

"Scintille scintille petite toile, comme je me demande ce que tu es. au-dessus du monde si haut, comme un diamant dans le ciel. scintille scintille petite toile, comme je me demande ce que tu es."

When he finished, soft snores were emitting from his daughter. He smiled softly at the expression of peacefulness on her face, happy to witness the sight.

All he wished was for True to be there with them, a complete - yet slightly dysfunctional - family, merely putting their daughter to sleep.
But no, True was dead. Sirius was left to raise his daughter alone with a prophecy looming over their heads, unbeknownst to the father and daughter.

He was untrusted by the Order because of his very own last name, the only ones seeming to trust him being James and Peter. But it was two people's words against an entire team of opposers. They even trusted the werewolf more than they trusted him.

Remus had been in the field with one of the packs controlled by Voldemort, who is to say he didn't expose some of the Order's secrets? Sirius had done nothing to prove him untrustworthy.

Peter had given Sirius his word, and for that he was grateful. At least he had his mates to back him up.

Though, Sirius had been pretty worried about Peter's whereabouts. He was meant to Floo in earlier in the day as part of his and Sirius' routine to make sure they were both safe and alive.

But it had been hours since Peter was due at
Grimmauld Place, and Sirius needed to know if he was okay. The last time someone hadn't
arrived on time for a check-in..

He shook his head.

Peter's still alive, he told himself.

Sirius turned to leave, but a small voice called out to him.

"Daddy? Where are you going?" Giselle asked. She looked at him fearfully. "The monster might come back."

Sirius swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I've got to go check on a friend. I'II be back soon, I promise," he opened the door to exit her room. "Go back to bed, sweetie."

Giselle nodded and turned back to face the window. Sirius let out a relieved sigh.

Stepping onto the platform outside her room, Sirius ran a hand over his face before racing down to his mother's library.

He grabbed a handful of Floo powder, threw it in the fireplace and watched as it lit up with a flickering green flame. He climbed into the flames and shouted, "Pettigrew Residence!"

And Giselle Black watched from behind the door frame as her father was consumed by the flames, disappearing before her eyes.

Little did she know, that would be the last time she would see him for many years.