One wouldn't know it when looking at her, a seemingly normal girl with abnormal hair. It was easy to assume she had a standard upbringing, what with her polite and kind nature. One especially couldn't tell after seeing that smile that belies happiness before two words she repeats in her head as a mantra fall from her...
what if Sirius Black had a son? What if, when Sirius went to Azkaban, that son was dropped on the doorstep of a certain ghost-hunting couple? And finally what happens if at age eleven, just as Minerva McGonagall came to pick him up, he lost everything?
I live in a pretty screwed up world. I mean, we all do, but mine's a little more screwed up than your average American city. First off, I have that cliché sort of crush on my best friend. The second part of that cliché is that he's interested in every other girl but me. Second, we have superheroes. A lot...