I'm not fobbing my daughter off with anything less. You can quote, disagree with, glorify or vilify me But about the only thing you can't do is ignore me
That night, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny and Sarah sat in the common room, in their night clothes. Sarah was wearing a new pair of pyjamas as a late christmas present from Draco had arrived. It was a pair of black silky long pyjamas. She sat in the common room, playing on her new iPad and listening to music through the headphones that had come with it, when the fireplace said 'Hello.' 'Hello Dad.' said Sarah, putting down the iPad. 'Happy Christmas.' 'Happy christmas to you too.' said Sirius. 'See you are wearing the necklace I gave you.' 'Is it real onyx jewels?' asked Hermione. 'Of course it is! I'm not fobbing my daughter off with anything less.' said Sirius. 'I need some answers from you.' he said, suddenly looking serious. Sarah looked at her dad for a moment, before it dawned on her. That's why her diary had been in her suitcase, even thought she didn't remember putting it in there. 'You didn't. You did! A diary is a girl's privacy!' she cried. ' I know, I am disgusted with my self, but I need the answers from you.' Sirius said, looking ashamed with himself. 'It's difficult, you don't know what life was like back them.' said Sarah. 'I'm listening.' Sirius said. 'You may hate me.' she whispered. 'I'm willing to take that chance. How can I hate you?' said Sirius. Sarah took a deep breath. 'Well...'
'Back in the orphanage, I was bullied a lot, because I could do things, that the others couldn't. They hurt me, and took the money that the orphanage gave you for lunch. At dinner, the would push me out the way so I would get the scraps that were left. So one day, I was sitting on the bed, eating what I had salvaged from the dustbins from the all-you-could-eat-buffet down the road, three boys came barging into my room, demanding my money. I shut my eyes. I was sick of it, I imagined them on the floor screaming and withering, when a scream opened my eyes. They were on the floor, screaming and withering, just as I had imagined. I had stopped imagining it, so they got up and ran to go tell the house mistress. She locked me in the cellar for a week, with no food and just a glass of water a day. That is what happened.' finished Sarah. Sirius looked at her.
Mwhahaha, I am leaving it there. Lets know what you think
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