The One That Was Left Behind

Seventeen-year-old Marie Dumbledore sat upon the foot of her bed cradling her young daughter in her long slender arms. This newborn was barely a week old and she was already being put up for adoption because her mother couldn't keep her. It wasn't that she didn't love her, Marie didn't have the money, she didn't have the husband, and her father, Albus, was a totally different story. He had looked down upon Marie ever since she conceived when she was sixteen. He thought it was unjust for a lady in his family to be doing.

Marie's long black hair fell in front of her face to make the baby stir just a bit from a long slumber. The girl opened her big lavender eyes for the first time.

"As you lay here with your wide open eyes," Marie began holding her wand to a pendant around her daughters' neck. "Let me remember you at this moment, at this very moment my dear daughter, let me remember what we have. Though I ask, please forget me dear daughter. But, remember that I will always love you." Marie took a breath, "Impreius."

Marie put the pendant under the cloak her daughter was wearing; She had just completed the curse her father commanded her to do. He said that there was no reason for this girl to know her mother or father, even though he was the one and only Sirius Black.

Marie knew all about her wrong doings, though she still said it was just a fluke a one-time thing that left her and her daughter with a scar for life. No one knew about the girl except for Albus, James, Remus, Lily, Sirius and herself. Though they were all sworn to secrecy to never tell a living soul about this little human being.

Marie got up off the bed of her dorm room; she had to bring the little bundle back to her father for the night. He hated to do this but there was nothing that he could say or do to make the situation any better.

Someone went to open the door back into the dormitory room that belonged to only Marie and Lily. There stood six foot two Sirius Black in the doorway. His eyes like coal and his black hair was just so. Seventeen he was at the time, a foolish seventeen he was. He walked towards Marie with a sorrowful look in his eyes and his hands deep into his pockets. "Marie," he purred while sitting next to his daughter.

"Yes Sirius what is it this time," Marie spat while getting up and wrapping the baby girl up in the cloak so that only her face could show. She had no interest in talking to his daughter's father; he was the cause of the problem without him nothing would have happened. Her father wouldn't be covering for her so she wouldn't be the laughing stock of the whole wizarding world.

Why don't you ever look into my eyes anymore? You used to Marie, you used to look into what seemed to be the crevices of my own soul," Sirius said.

Marie got up off the bed, as she went towards the door Sirius grabbed her shoulder to hold her back, "I have a solution. Your father could take care of her until the end of this year and we could keep her. Marie we could get married and live in a nice house and raise a family."

"You don't understand I can't." Tears started to come down her cheeks, "Sirius Black you are seventeen, I don't know if that has set in yet but you are. We can't raise her we don't have the money or the time," Marie said while trying to hide her tears from him.

"Marie we could do this, It's not like we can't we can overcome it, please give it a chance," Sirius was really trying to convince her to keep the girl. He couldn't give her up; she was a part of him no matter how he wanted to deny it. She was truly a big part of him and he wasn't going to let her go.

"NO WE CAN'T!" Her voice raised a notch while she headed for the closed door that led out towards the Gryffindor common room. "You can't and I can't you have to let that set into your childish head. She will go up for adoption, like father said, this summer."

"I won't let that happen," Sirius spat while putting his foot down to stop something for the first time in his seventeen-years of life.

"You don't have a choice," Marie gave Sirius a cold long stare while heading out towards the door to go give the child back to her father. It did pain Marie to give her up, don't think that she was a cruel woman because she wasn't. She really couldn't keep her, there was no way that she could, and nothing that she said or could do would make up for that. Marie and Sirius hadn't even given her a name; they didn't want that responsibility her new family would figure that out when they had her.

Marie walked out of the common room and down the hall that led to the cast dormitory. Yes, there were a lot of people they're looking at her as they did every night while finishing their own assignments. Looking at Marie with the utmost suspicion about what was the thing that she cradled in her arm ever so dearly. Marie walked out of the dormitory while she could feel someone gaining on her, probably going to ask her what she was carrying or whatnot. For she was prepared she knew what to say and how to act, for she went through it every night.

"Marie," called a familiar high-pitched voice from behind her. This person wasn't anyone that she be afraid of, it was a man that she could trust with her life.

"Remus."