Shelby Black and The Sorcerer's Stone Ch.1

Harry Potter and Shelby Black book 1 - The Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 1

A/N yeah, yeah I know you've seen millions of Harry Potter fanfictions where the person ends up being Harry's girlfriend or Harry's sister. This is sort of different, because I'm not his sister. I'm his- never mind I don't wanna say too much XP anyway... I do not own any of JK Rowling's characters, and {this} means its supposed to be italicized. ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Sirius Black's POV- dog form

I could think of nothing else but of getting to Lily and James' house. Anastasia was staying there as well, and with that thought I sped on. I finally reached the small house, but it was too late. The small house was now in ruins, with a giant hole in the roof. Lightning flashed across the sky and illuminated a tall hooded figure leaving the house. I shifted into human form and dashed over to the figure. Grabbing the back of the person's cloak, I twirled them around. The first things I notice are the hooked nose and how the person's face is framed in greasy black hair. Severus Snape. Tears leaked from his piercing black eyes, and his voice cracked as he spoke.
    "Black?! What are you doing here?" He snarled at me.
   "I could ask you the same question, Snivelus," I said with just as much venom.
   "If you don't remember I was Lily's best friend, therefor I came to tell her about the Dark Lord coming to get her and that retched Potter,"
   "That 'retched Potter' happens to be my best friend. I came here for the same reason. Did you see Harry and Anastasia up there?" A wave of fear suddenly struck me. What about my godson? What about my baby?! Without waiting for a response, I ran into the house and bounded up the stairs. My eyes met a terrible sight, one that still scars me to this day. My best friend, laying motionless on the ground. His hazel brown eyes stared unfocused at the ceiling, his glasses astray. I knelled down and put my hand on James' arm.
   "Mate?" I whispered. "Come on, get up. We need to take the kids," no response. I knew in the back of my mind he was dead, but there was still a small ray of hope: maybe he was only frozen, or Stupified. "James, you need to get up, we have to go," I wined. Still no response."James. James!" I yelled. I started screaming his name, over and over, until my throat was sore and my voice was raspy. I bent over his figure and looked into his eyes. They were blank, and glazed over. There was no longer a mischievous sparkle there. A single tear streamed down my face and landed on his cheek. I knew he was gone for good. I curled up In a ball near him and cried. I cried and cried, until I ran out of tears. I sniffed and stood up slowly, and then I heard a soft cry. It sounded like a child. Another small voice joined its companion. They were okay! I followed the cries into a small nursery. And there, sitting In the crib with tear-soaked faces, was my daughter and godson. My daughter looked up at me and smiled, her brown eyes shining with happiness. Her ear-length brown hair shook back and revealed a small, single circle of lifted skin. Underneath her skin, barely visible, was a basilisk scale. I drew in a sharp breath and I felt my eyes start to tear up. He had done it. He had marked her as a future follower. Only I, Andromea(her mother)and Dumbledore knew of this plan. Voldemort wanted her to be His follower one day( God knows why), but he wanted to be able to communicate with her secretly. Thinking the basilisk scale would do something, he had put it in her skin, right next to her left eyebrow . As I studied this mark, she whined and lifted her arms to be held. I smiled at her in return, and glanced at Harry. His black hair barely covered up his fresh lightning-bolt scar, and his green eyes were filled with fear, as though he thought I as going to hurt him. I lifted Anastasia and Harry into my arms and turned to leave, when a great boom shook the house. And I knew that it wasn't thunder.
    "Who's there?!" Said a deep, booming voice. Hagrid! I put the kids down safely back in the crib, and raced down the stairs.
    "Hagrid! Listen, I know you have to take the children to Dumbledore, so take my bike,"
    "I cant do 'at! Its yours, Sirius," he countered.
    "No for real, take it. I won't need it anymore," I panted. Without waiting for a response, I shifted into my dog form and sprinted off.
    When I knew it was safe, I came back into human form. Considering the Order was on the hunt for me, thinking I was one of His secret followers and gave away James and Lily's hiding place, I stayed in the shadows as much as I could.
   "Sirius?! How could you?!" A squeaky voice cried out. I whipped around to see Peter Petigrew racing up to me, his gray hair whipping around in the wind, and his eyes wide with fear and- was it joy I saw? But why would he be happy...
   "How could you?!" He screamed again, catching up and grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. I grabbed his fists and pushed him away, not wanting trouble. Anger flooded his small, watery blue eyes, but it was quickly replaced with evil. I watched curiously as he rolled up his sleeves. But as he rolled up his left sleeve, I saw the thing I would've least excepted on a Marauder. The Death Mark. Instead of charging at me, he brought out a silver knife that shone in the moonlight. An evil smile crossed his face, and he stepped up in front of me.
    "Sirius, No! Don't kill me like you did them!!" He shouted. What was he on about? He sliced off his ring finger swiftly, crying out into the night in pain. I pulled my wand out to protect myself, and he pulled out his. He blasted the strongest killing curse I've ever seen at the wall behind me. It bounced off in thirteen different ways, hitting an equal amount of bystanders. As the smoke cleared, I make out a small rat scurrying away, leaving the blade and finger behind.
   I've lost my best friend, I had to leave my daughter and godson, and now I'm about to be put in Azkaban because my other good friend betrayed me and went to the dark side? I looked at all the bodies around me, and started to laugh. Then I started to crack up. Before I knew it, I was laughing so hard I was crying. Everything was just too much for me to handle.
   "Sirius Black, you're under arrest for witnessed murder of 12 muggles and one wizard," an authoritative voice stated clearly. I just walked with them, still laughing. I couldn't talk, and even if I could it wouldn't matter, because my "murder" had been "witnessed".
   {you're not going to get yourself out of this one, Black,} I thought solemnly through my fit of giggles. {you'll never be able to be free again, you'll never be able to feel happy again. You'll never be able to see Anastasia again,} as I thought this last thing I stopped laughing and walking abruptly.
    "What is it?" Said an irritated voice.
    "My daughter," I spoke quietly.
    "What about her?"
   "Can I see her, one last time?"
    "No. Keep moving, Black,"
   I sighed and did as I was told. This was it. I'm going to Azkaban.

Anastasia's POV

I watched as my father's figure ran down the stairs. {where are you going?!} I wanted to scream {Lily and James are sleeping!! I want to be held! Daddy!! } I started to cry loudly, hoping he would understand and come back for us. Harry looked at me and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He laid down in front of me and glanced up at me with tired eyes. I, too, suddenly felt tired and curled up with him, my head resting on his side.I soon stopped crying and my eyes drooped as they got heavier. I fell into a light sleep, and I dreamed of Daddy coming back and getting me.
    Suddenly, I woke to the feeling of not being on land. I heard the roar of Daddy's noisy thing, he called it a bike, that he sometimes flies us on. I looked up, expecting to see him, but instead I see a very big man. He was wearing the most ridiculous goggles I've ever seen, and his face was almost covered in hair. You could see, however, his small black eyes and his nose and mouth. A mane of black hair covered the rest of his face. The man glanced down at me and smiled. I looked around and realized that Harry was next to me. His small hand was on top of mine, and I started feeling relaxed again.
   A jolt of the engine made me start to freak out again. We bumped onto the ground and skidded to a stop.
    "'Ello Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagal," the large man holding us said in a gruff voice.
   "Hagrid! No problems, I presume?" A kind, gentle, old man's voice said.
    "No, I found them asleep in 'eir crib. It was obvious that they 'ad been cryin, I  'eard then when I came into the house. Li'll Sirius Black was there, 'e insisted that I take 'is bike. I told 'im no, but 'e pressed on, then didn't wait for me to respond. Just disappeared," Hagrid said. So that's how he got Daddy's bike.
   "Well, lets get this over with," said a woman's stern voice. An old man took me into his arms, and I felt his power. But he seemed nice, so I reached up and grabbed a part of the white hair flowing down his face. I tugged gently, not wanting to hurt the man, and he smiled sadly. Why was the man sad? I squirmed slightly to see Harry, still asleep, on a doorstep. I looked around and saw we were at a house. A number four could be seen next to the door. I was gently put down next to him, and a woman appeared in my vision. She had brown and gray hair that was pulled back into a tight bun, and stern hazel eyes. She pulled a piece of yellowing paper out of her emerald cloak and started to put it in my blanket, but I grabbed onto it and held it up in front of me. I saw green words on the paper, but I couldn't make them out. I didn't know how to read words yet. I only knew letters and numbers.
    "Good luck, you two," the old man said quietly, then turned away and disappeared with the woman. I soon heard a loud sob and the roar of the motorbike as it flew away. Then it was silent. I rolled over in my blanket, my eyes wide with fear. I clutched the piece of paper close to me and soon fell into a dreamless sleep. Little did I know that I would wake up the next day to Harry's( and technically my) Aunt Petunia screaming...