Daughter of Black

Prologue

On June 2, Sirius Black and Arabella Black were blessed with a daughter. A beautiful daughter. She was named after both of her parents. Mira - the first star born in the Cetus constellation. It means 'wonderful'. Bella - the second part of her mother's name and it means beautiful, which she was. Mirabella Lily Black. Lily for the woman who introduced Arabella and Sirius. She was the reason that they were married. She was the reason Mirabella was born this day.

At first, everything was great. They were happy. They were a family. Unfortunately Mirabella was too young to remember anything that happened. So she doesn't remember the happy memories she had with either of them. The last thing she remembers is her father getting taken away and her mother dead.

It was a while after Mirabella's third birthday. Actually it was Halloween - a celebration created by muggles. Mirabella remembers that she was at one of her mom's friends' house. They had a 1 year old baby. She doesn't remember who that baby was though. She was sitting in her mother's lap as another woman held a baby in her arms. Mirabella remembers waving at him and he smiled back at her. Then there was a shout from downstairs. Both mothers looked at each other and suddenly Mirabella was being shoved into the closet. Minutes of silence passed by as Mirabella sat in the closet, curled up in a ball, trying not to cry.

Then there was a loud noise and Mirabella couldn't help but look through the crack of the closet door. She saw the red haired woman holding her baby tightly as the door came flying off its hinges. There was a man in a black robe but Mirabella couldn't see his face. Avada Kedavra. Mirabella watched as her mother fell to the floor, her eyes going to her daughter who stared at her mother with wide eyes. "I love you." was the last thing she said before she died.

Mirabella heard the phrase again. This time it was aimed at the woman with red hair. She fell to the ground, screaming. Mirabella can still hear those screams when she closes her eyes. But she died as well. The man stood over the baby's crib and Mirabella had no idea what to do. She stayed in the closet watching as the man said those awful words again. This time his wand was pointed at the baby. But something went wrong. Because the baby didn't die. Rather the man in the robes did. And then he was gone. He just disappeared.

Mirabella did nothing for a minute. She didn't know what to do. So she waited for a minute. Just in case...

But nothing happened and no one came. So Mirabella crawled out of the closet and stared down at her mother. She was still beautiful in death. Mirabella wrapped her arms around her mother, still crying. But as her cries grew louder, so did the baby's. Mirabella had almost forgotten about him. She walked over to the boy and he stared up at her. His crying quieted down as she reached her fingers into the crib. He grabbed them, his tiny fingers wrapping around only two of her fingers. She didn't know his name. But they were connected more than she could have possibly known.

As if anymore could happen that night, Mirabella heard someone else walking up the stairs. She looked back and forth between the baby and the stairs, not sure what to do. But knowing that she couldn't pick up the baby, she ran back into the closet, hiding again. The baby began to cry again as Mirabella looked back out into the room, the closet door only a snippet open. She heard the soft footsteps and she moved to the back of the closet. She kept silent, but curiosity grew in the child. She heard the sobs of a man. "Mira! Mirabella!" Mira's eyes went wide as she looked through the crack of the closet door. She only saw his back, but she knew who it was.

"Daddy!" She opened the door wider and smiled wide, letting the tears fall as she saw her father turn around and stare at her with wide eyes. He knelt to the ground as she ran to him, letting him take her in his arms, holding her tight. Too tight. But she didn't mind. She was sure he would fix everything.