You were accepted into Hogwarts; got into Gryffindor house. You’d became friends with Harry and Ron. When you figured out Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban you were … angry? Very angry. You had a secret which you hadn’t told your two best friends, or anyone for that matter. Sirius Black was your father.

You hated him, with a passion.

One night, you bust into Ron and Harry’s dorm, “pst.” you called out, “cmon.

Ron was groggily muttering complaints about being woken up in his hour as they followed you.

You all heard someone coming towards you and before you had a change to react you three were pulled into an empty classroom. Face to face with Sirius Black.

His face formed into a sort of twisted smile, “{{user}}?”