Sirius Blacks forgotten daughter

Chapter 1: The Forgotten Daughter

The rain cascaded in torrents outside Grimmauld Place, a relentless downpour that matched the tumultuous atmosphere within. Y/N Black stood in the corner of the dimly lit living room, her heart plummeting with each word uttered by Sirius Black. "Harry is like the child I never had."

The weight of his declaration hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating the room in an oppressive silence. Y/N felt as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet, leaving her stranded in a sea of uncertainty. The gazes of those present bore down on her, their expressions a mixture of pity and indifference. It was as if she were an invisible specter, overlooked and forgotten amidst the revelry of her father's affection for another.

With a heavy heart, Y/N excused herself from the suffocating confines of the room, her footsteps heavy as she climbed the creaking staircase to her sanctuary. Each step felt like a burden, the weight of her father's words pressing down on her with relentless force.

As she reached the solitude of her room, Y/N collapsed onto her bed, the tears she had been holding back finally breaking free in a torrent of anguish and despair. Alone in the dimly lit chamber, the walls seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with their silent reproach.

How could he forget her so easily? It was a question that echoed in the recesses of her mind, a bitter refrain that threatened to consume her whole. Hours passed in a blur as Y/N wrestled with her tumultuous emotions, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil raging within her soul.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and she slipped into a fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by the specter of her father's indifference. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each moment punctuated by the relentless drumming of rain against the windowpanes.

When morning finally came, Y/N awoke to find herself still enveloped in the suffocating embrace of her despair. The weight of her father's words hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of her own insignificance in his eyes. And though she longed to confront him, to demand answers and reassurance, she knew deep down that nothing he could say would ever mend the shattered pieces of her broken heart.

She dragged herself out of bed, her body heavy with exhaustion, and made her way downstairs, her steps slow and hesitant. The living room was empty now, the echoes of the previous night's conversation lingering in the air like a ghostly presence.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N sank into one of the worn armchairs, her thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of confusion and hurt. She felt adrift, lost in a sea of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment.

But amidst the despair, there was a flicker of determination, a tiny spark of defiance that refused to be extinguished. Y/N squared her shoulders, her resolve hardening with each passing moment. She refused to be defined by her father's indifference, to be relegated to the shadows while others basked in the warmth of his affection.

No, she would carve out her own path, forge her own destiny, regardless of the obstacles that lay in her way. She would reclaim her identity, her worth, her very essence, and she would do it on her own terms.

With renewed purpose, Y/N rose from her seat, her steps firm and resolute. She had a long journey ahead of her, fraught with uncertainty and danger, but she would face it head-on, armed with nothing but her own inner strength and determination.

For she was not just Sirius Black's forgotten daughter; she was Y/N Black, and she would make her mark on the world, no matter what it took.

But as she stood there, a torrent of emotions raging within her, she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at her core. It wasn't just about being forgotten; it was about the years of neglect, the longing for a father's love that had never been fulfilled. And now, seeing Harry Potter, her supposed brother, receiving all the affection and attention she had craved, it felt like a dagger to her heart.

As Y/N wrestled with these thoughts, she heard the distant sound of footsteps approaching. Bracing herself, she turned to see the familiar figure of her father, Sirius Black, standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and regret.

"Y/N," he began, his voice soft with emotion. "I didn't mean... I never meant to hurt you."

But his words fell on deaf ears as Y/N felt the tidal wave of anger and resentment crashing over her. "How could you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "How could you forget me like that? Am I just some afterthought to you, some inconvenient reminder of a past you'd rather forget?"

Sirius flinched at her words, his eyes filled with pain. "No, Y/N, you're not. You're my daughter, and I love you."

But Y/N couldn't bring herself to believe him, not after years of neglect and abandonment. "Love me?" she scoffed bitterly. "If you loved me, you would have been there for me. You would have fought for me. But instead, you chose to forget me, to leave me to fend for myself in a world that didn't want me."

Tears welled in Sirius's eyes as he took a step forward, reaching out to her with trembling hands. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry for everything. I know I can't change the past, but please, let me make it up to you. Let me be the father you deserve."

But Y/N recoiled from his touch, her heart aching with a pain that ran deeper than any physical wound. "It's too late for that," she whispered, her voice barely more than a choked sob. "You can't just erase years of neglect with a few empty words."

And with that, she turned and fled, leaving Sirius standing alone in the doorway, his heart breaking with every retreating step. As the echoes of her footsteps faded into the distance, he sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he realized the depth of the wounds he had inflicted on his own daughter.

But even as he wept, a tiny spark of hope flickered within him. For he knew that though he may have lost her trust, he would do everything in his power to earn it back. And maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them to find their way back to each other.

But for now, all he could do was wait and pray that one day, she would find it in her heart to forgive him.

And as the rain continued to fall outside Grimmauld Place, washing away the sins of the past, Y/N Black disappeared into the night, her heart heavy with sorrow but her spirit unbroken. For though she may have been forgotten, she refused to be defeated. And in that quiet moment of defiance, she vowed to never stop fighting for the love and acceptance she knew she deserved.