You Were A Theif From The Start [On Hold]

Chapter 3

Chapter three:

The Truth

Journal Entre:

1 September, 1996

                It’s been two months and fourteen days since I’ve become fatherless. I still don’t know what to do. I hate it here… two more years and I’m out of here and I can finally move into the house my father owned, the Black family house. I hate the law for putting me into this house. I have to get out of here before something happens to me. I hate. It seems like I just hate everything and everyone in general now… it seems like it’s the only thing I can do now…

I felt my eyes start to sting with tears as I remember when I first found out he had died by the hand of Bellatrix. I noticed I had already been crying as I saw three drops of tears on my paper as I was writing. My heart hurt with pain and lose. I heard a light knock on my door before Narcissa; I mean Cissy, opened the door to let herself in. I hate when people do that. “Hi, darling, I was just coming up to check on how you’re doing and seeing if you had your things packed for tomorrow.” She said in a sheepish voice and had a weak smile on her lips, and I noticed how her eyes were a tab bit puffy, so I knew she had been crying. Again. “Yeah, all done and over with.” I say with no emotion in my tone. I also took notice in how she had her hand behind her back, as if trying to hide something. She noticed my staring and says, “I also wanted to give you this letter that I have received from Molly Weasley.” She now had my attention. I sat on the edge of my bed, giving her room to seat also.

She walked over to me but never sat down. Just gave me the letter and left saying she wanted to give me some privacy. She must have already read it. I knew it was written from my father, for I knew his handwriting.

To my beautiful Daughter, Megan

                If you’re reading this then that means I’m dead. And for that, I am sorry I could not be there for you my darling Megan. Also if you are, then I have not yet explained to you about where you really came from. But know that I still love you so, even if I have kept this from you. I am not your real father. Your real father, Fabian Prewett, died a year after you were born, and your mother also die. I was a good friend of your father. So when she died, your father ran off with you to the Weasley family. Your father was a brave man; I want you to know that. He died while fighting in the first wizard war. And I promised him that I would take you in and care for you like you were my own. And I did just that. I love you so much Megan. You were the best thing to happen to me, even if you weren’t mine by blood. Your mother, Elizabeth Dumbledore, died giving birth to you. Now, to my understanding, you are in the Malfoy house because that is what is to happen because no one knows where you were really from, only Molly Weasley and I. Your mother thinks of you like an angel. You were her prize and joy.

                Just remember Megan, there is nothing to fear. I might have not been your real father but I know your real father would be so proud of you right now, as I am. I love you Megan, and I always will, even if I am not going to be there, just know that. Your father loves you to; he never gave up on you.

Love you always,

Your father, Sirius Black.

You will always be in my heart. Don’t thrive on my death, just keep me in your heart and never worry of forgetting me. I will always be in your heart and memories.

I only seemed to cry more as I read his last words that anyone will read. But those few words struck me hard. I am not your father. I had always been fatherless… No. I cannot say that. I had Sirius, my father, even if he wasn’t my father by blood, he was still my father. I was doing exactly what he had asked me not to do in this letter since he died. I have to obey his last words to me. But I know I couldn’t do that now. I had placed the letter on my nightstand and put my face into my pillow as the silent tears left my eyes. As I laid there I hadn’t even noticed that someone had come in. Looking up from my pillow, I see Draco standing in front of me, reading my letter. He looked up from the paper and I could tell he was about to cry, for reasons I didn’t know. He hadn’t lost his dad twice; his mother didn’t die giving birth to him. I got up and ran into his arms as he set the letter back down. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. As I was in his embrace I felt endless tears start to come again. It just seemed to get worse as he held me tighter and whisper in my ear, “I’m sorry this had to happen to you Megan.” I buried my face into his chest as I couldn’t stop crying.