Hurricane Eyes {A Sirius Black Fanfiction}

Chapter 8: Reunion

Recap: The sight I met was completely different than what I expected. I expected to see my mother, clothed in her dark robes and ridiculous hats perched on one of the chairs in Dumbledore's office ready to scold me for something. I expected her to ask Dumbledore to resort me for the thousandth time, or even for her to pull me out of Hogwarts and enroll me in a different school. Instead, my mouth fell open and tears immediately filled my eyes as I looked at the person in front of me.

"Dad?"

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"Dad?" the word fell from my lips as I looked at the person in front of me. I found myself moving forward and a few seconds later, I was encompassed in a familiar pair of arms as my body shook with sobs. "It's you. It's really you," I choked out as I realized it wasn't just a figment of my imagination. Sure, he looked older than I remembered, but how was he here? "How? Am I going mad?"

"I can assure you Miss Edwards, you're not going mad," Dumbledore's voice broke my daze and I pulled away from the embrace to inspect my father.

"How? You died when I was seven," I remembered the devastation that had weighed in my chest and the grief that had clutched at my breath. "I cried for weeks," my jaw clenched as a feeling of betrayal came over me.

"Do you remember the fight your mom and I got in?" my dad asked as images passed through my head. I had spent months analyzing the last week with him, looking for any hint of the illness or disease. However, I never found anything that hinted that he was unhealthy. Instead, I recalled a fight my parents had gotten into. My dad was supposed to visit my uncle at the time but my mother hadn't wanted him to go. My mother had been slightly unstable and threatened to hurt me. When I nodded with a confused expression still plastered on my face, he continued. "I never meant to lose you," he whispered, looking down and shaking his head, "She took you from me."

"No," I shook my head, refusing to believe that my mother could be that cruel, "she wouldn't do that. She told me you died. And then we moved."

"Exactly," the dark haired man said triumphantly, "I left to visit my brother and when I came back, you were gone." He looked me directly in the eye, willing me to believe him, "I looked for you for years. Your mother hid you at Hogwarts. She knew it was the last place I'd expect."

"You looked for me?"

"Of course," my dad replied, tears filling his eyes as he looked at me, "You've grown so much Raindrop." My eyes brimmed with tears as I remembered the nickname. "You have a sister."

"What? You couldn't find me for eight years but you had time to start a new family?" Disgust and humiliation coursed through my veins as I watched the man in front of me, "You're no better than her."

"Actually, your father took in a small child at my request. Her parents were killed," Dumbledore cut in, giving me a reprimanding look.

"She's almost six, Raindrop. We can be a family again," my father murmured hopefully, his green eyes searching my own always changing orbs. "I bought a home in London."

"A family," I whispered, thoughts running through my head a million miles per hour. After my father died, I had always hoped and prayed that some unknown relative could save me from my mother. That my father would somehow conquer death to help me. But, after a while, I realized that my dream was just that, a dream. Yet, here he was, standing in front of me offering me everything I had dreamed of. "You want me to be part of your family?" I breathed, excitement bubbling up in my stomach. And I thought the most complicated part of my year would be studying for my O.W.L.S..