I felt myself sit down, not sure what to do with myself. He went to prison when I was three. Maybe he forgot about me. What if he did? I looked back at Mr Weasley and he was very cautious about what he said next. "Harry. There are some within the Ministry who would strongly discourage me from divulging what I'm about to tell you. But I think you need to know the facts. Because you're in danger. Grave danger." Harry's eyes drift back to me, as Mr Weasley ignores my glare. He didn't do it. My dad didn't sell out Harry's parents to Voldemort. He wouldn't have done that. "What do you know of Sirius Black, Harry?" Mr Weasley asks him.
"That he escaped from Azkaban. That he killed someone... but also that he's Mirabella's dad."
"Harry, thirteen years ago, when you stopped..." Mr Weasley hesitated, unable to continue.
"Voldemort...?" Harry asks, finishing Mr Weasley's sentence.
"Black lost everything. But he remains a loyal servant to this day. In his mind, only you stand in the way of..." Once again, Mr. Weasley hesitates.
"Voldemort...?" Harry once again finishes.
"Harry, I hate it when you say..." Harry sighs, nodding.
"I know, sorry. Ron hates it too." Harry looks back at Mr Weasley, briefly looking at me. I hadn't said anything. I wanted to. I should've. But I didn't.
"In Black's mind, only you stand in the way of... You-Know-Who returning to power. That's why he's broken. That's why he's broken out of Azkaban. To find you. And..." I stand up, looking back at Mr Weasley, incredibly hurt.
"Kill me?" Harry asks, as Mr Weasley nods, nervously. I shake my head as Mr Weasley looks back at me.
"Wait... you don't think he broke out for me?" Mr Weasley shuts his mouth, looking at me. "Do you think he'll try to find me or not, Mr Weasley?" I ask, crossing my arms. His silence was the only answer I needed. He didn't think my dad would come for me. Everyone is so concerned about whether or not my dad did anything to actually look at the facts.
"Harry. I want you to swear that... whatever you might hear... you won't go looking for Black." Mr Weasley looked at me wearily before looking back at Ron.
"Mr. Weasley, why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?" Mr. Weasley nods, then claps Harry on the shoulder.
"Just watch yourself, will you, Harry?" Mr Weasley walks away before I say anything. I look back at Harry.
"Whatever people tell you Harry... I know my dad. He didn't... he doesn't want to kill you." Harry sighs and looks back at me.
"I never told you this, but I think I was there Harry, when your parents were killed." Harry's eyes went wide as we sat down. "My mum brought me there. I think our mums were friends. I don't remember much from that night but my mum was killed that night too. And I refuse to believe that my dad had my mum killed." I shook my head, holding Harry's hand tightly. "Just don't believe everything you hear Harry." I looked back at the twins, watching them laugh. I smiled, wiping the tears away from my eyes. I looked back at Harry, shrugging as I stood up and walked back to the twins.
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As the train started to move, I sighed, resting my head on George's shoulder. Fred had the paper in his hand still and I shook my head as he snickered every once in a while. "What is so funny Fred?" I asked him, taking the paper from his hands. He moved over, so that he was next to me.
"George's nose looks positively massive in that photograph." I looked at the person he was pointing at. I looked over at George, both of us chuckling.
"Yeah, Fred... that's you." Fred's smile fell as he snatched the paper back, sliding back to his seat across from us.
"Bloody hell. 'Tis, isn't it?" All three of us laugh loudly as I sit up, shaking my head.
"How is it that I can tell you apart but you can't Fred?" I ask him, shaking my head at the other twin.
"Maybe it's because you take more of an interest in one of us..." Fred looks over at George, winking at the two of us. My cheeks go red as I look back at Fred.
"Or maybe... it's 'cause I'm just smarter than you." I shrug, folding my arms over my chest. Fred glares at me and I stick my tongue out. I rested my head back on George's shoulder.
"Tired, Mira?" George whispered as my eyes started to shut. I nodded my head, starting to fall asleep. As I did, I caught the beginning of Fred and George's conversation.
"Your cheeks are red George."
"Shut up Fred."
"You have to tell her mate." And then I was out like a light. Even though I wanted to listen to more of their conversation. I could only assume they were talking about me. But what did George need to tell me?
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I didn't feel like I had been sleeping for long but when the train stopped suddenly, I fell off of George's shoulder, falling to the ground. I groaned, my eyes opening as the compartment rattles, the lights flickering on and off quickly. "Sorry." Both boys said, looking down at me. George reaches down and helps me up as I sigh.
"In our defence, we did try to stop you from falling." I shake my head.
"It's fine." I check my watch, running a hand through my hair. "There's no way we're at Hogwarts yet." George looked out the window, shrugging.
"Maybe we broke down?" George offers, shrugging as he looks back at me. After a while of flickering, the lights finally shut off. Suddenly it was like the heat disappeared as ice began to spread across the glass. Memories flashed through my mind as I remembered my father.
Dementors. They're here.
My face went blank as I stared at George who grabbed hold of my hand. "What's wrong?" My breathing quickened as I locked the door to the compartment.
"What's going on Mira?" Fred asked me but I didn't have time to answer before the dark, looming figure floated outside of the compartment door, staring at me. I knew it was after my father and it wanted answers from me. But I knew nothing. I squeezed George's hand, tears pricking my eyes as I stared back at the dementor, praying it wouldn't open that door and suck away my soul.
"He's not here!" I yelled at the dementor but it didn't leave. It only comes closer and I feel it begin to suck away my soul. I hear the yells of Fred and George and then I hear my mother's voice calling out for me.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
When I sat up, George and Fred were looking down at me, worried. "Are you ok?" They both ask me, helping me up. I nod, confused as I see all the lights on.
"What... happened?"
"Dementors." Another voice says. As soon as I sit back down next to George, I look at the door, seeing another man. He was probably around my dad's age, scars all over his face. His dirty blonde, almost brown hair, swooped to the side so we could all see his blueish/green eyes. He had a mustache and a small beard. That's when I noticed him pass me a small bar of chocolate. "Chocolate. Eat. It'll help." I nod, not saying anything. Who is this guy? And why is he so familiar? He looked over all of us, but his eyes stayed on me, looking at me confused. But then he left, going back to his compartment.
"Mira? Are you ok?" George asks me, as my attention snapped back to him.
"Hmm?" George looks me over and I nod. "Oh... Umm yeah. I'm ok." I looked back to the door, still feeling too familiar with everything.
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Daughter of Black
Fiksi PenggemarShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
