Sirius Black's Daughter

Chapter 5

The days after her visit to Diagon Alley seemed to pass treacherously slow for Ayra.

Most of the children in the orphanage now stayed completely clear of her after seeing her new school things, all of them now convinced she was some witch. Well she was, just not the kind they imagined.

Their taunts became worse, and Ayra found it becoming harder to control her temper. But she finally lost it a few days to the first.

Ayra was outside on her own reading. She had taken to reading her new school books, wanting to know more about magic. She normally read in her room at night, but today was sunny and none of the children were outside to bother her.

She had been so occupied with her book, she didn't notice someone walking towards her, only looking up when a shadow suddenly formed over her book. She looked up to see the same boy whose nose she had broken.

She tried to leave but he blocked her path. She tried to go around him, but he blocked her again.

"Get out of the way," she said quietly.

"Ooo. The witch speaks." The boy taunted.

"Get out of the way." Ayra repeated, her voice louder.

"I think I have a better idea" the boy said smirking. And before Ayra knew what was happening, her book had been snatched out of her hand and thrown to the grass.

"Hey-" She turned to him angrily, letting out
out a cry in shock when she felt the boy grab the end of her ponytail which was soon followed by a loud snip.

The boy stood holding what used to be her ponytail in one hand, the blue locks having turned a faint ginger colour now that theu had been disconnected from her head. In his other hand was a huge pair of scissors.

Ayra reached up and touched the back of her head. Her hair which had once been pulled up in a long ponytail now only went past her ears. The boy's triumphant smirk only fueled her rage.

Dark clouds began to appear, a small storm forming quickly around them, causing the boy's smirk to vanish.

He looked at her with wide eyes. "You witch! What are you doing?!" He asked trying but failing to hide his fear. "Better stop right no-"

Crack!

Ayra glared hatefully down at the boy who had fallen to the ground from her punch, her whole body trembling with suppressed anger. She watched the boy touch his lip. He was bleeding. Again.

Scared, he ran back inside, no doubt to report her to Matron.

The storm soon faded but Ayra couldn't help the pit forming in her stomach from the punishment she was soon going to face. Still holding back angry tears, she made her way back inside where she was met by Matron.

She hadn't even gotten a word out when she was grabbed by her now short hair. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out in pain when she was dragged up the stairs and hurled roughly into her room. The lock sounded behind her.

In short, the incident had landed her locked in her room for the rest of the week, only allowed to come out the times she was to clean the cellar as part of her punishment.

The night before September first, Ayra sat on her window sill, staring outside while she played with her bracelet. A breeze came through the window and she shivered slightly, tucking a strand of hair that had blown into her face behind her ear. Luckily for her, her hair had grown back to its normal length the day after the incident. A soft meow came from the floor. She turned, her lips quirking up as her eyes found Atlas. He had transformed into a cat a few days earlier. She smiled softly when he jumped onto the window sill next to her.