The Marauder's Fox

Author's note: Please be aware that I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, everything, except my character I place in here, belongs to the wonderful Lady J.K. Rowling. This is a Sirius Black/OC Fan-fiction, or at least it'll get to that point. I do have terrible spelling sometimes, but I do my best. However, if I misspell something that I have not caught I do appreciate having a correction mentioned. But I love reading Fan-fictions from here, and I hope I can bring others the same joys they have brought me, I figured it was time I give it a shot.

I'm starting small. I will do my best to update as soon, and as much, as I can. I tend to forget things so try to have some patience, even though I sometimes fail at having some myself. *cough, cough*

Now all I have to do is figure out how to make chapters -You are very much allowed to laugh at me, I have my moments of just... being a bit of a dork, or just... weird? Whichever, I guess. -

Enjoy

10/2019

Chapter 1

1974, Sep. 1st

"Emma, for Merlin's sake hurry up! We have six minutes until the train leaves and your shaking legs are holding us up."

"Lily, I'm scared... What if I'm put in a different house?"

Lily's heart broke in half watching her 11-year-old sister's fearful eyes water. Lily always was a bit jealous at Emma's deep emerald eyes, but they held a maturity Lily was glad her baby sister had. Especially having to have herself and Petunia as sisters. Why was she scared? Emma had nothing to worry about, every house was safe. That Lily was aware of. Sighing, Lily pulled Emma into a strong hug, "Emma Rose Evans. You will be fine, you're a smart girl and quick on your feet. You're as clever as a fox and as tricky as one too. Petunia can pertest to that. It won't matter what house you're in because I'm still a student, same as you. I'm not going to be very far away. If anything, I'll be the one wishing for my clingy little sister back by the end of the school year." Lily laughed as Emma's jaw dropped in amused shock at being called 'clingy', but she too began laughing.

"I am clingy, maybe coming to Hogwarts will make me grow out of that, whether I'm in Gryffindor or not." Emma said, her excitement returning.

Lily smiled to her, happy that Emma's confidence she had was back. Hopefully it stayed in her system until she was sorted. Lily and Emma could only hope. "That's the spirit! Now, come along."

Boarding the train was painless, however, trying to keep up with her sister was proving to be difficult when the corridor was filled with students pushing in every other direction, "Lily? Lil- ouch!" Emma ran her fingers through her hair at the pain that came from having it pulled violently back. Looking up she found a group of boys, Slytherins' by the looks of their house symbol embroidered on their uniforms.

"Well, well, well. Another mud-blood, how revolting." A blond-haired boy snickered rudely at her.

Emma had no idea what a 'Mud-blood' was, she really didn't want to find out either, but she did understand what 'revolting' meant. A sudden burst of fire filled her gut that Emma released, in words of course. She had no clue where this burst of courage, or stupidity, had come from. "Then why'd you pull my hair if I'm so 'revolting' as you put it." She grumbled, forcing her body not to shiver at their glares. Their eyes traveled over her. Most likely seeing that she was one hundred percent defenseless. Just as soon as she had found the train corridors full just moments ago and moving, she was now finding it to be empty. She was on her own with a group of older students who were obviously looking for an easy target to use as a punching bag, no matter who they were.

"Has a mouth on her this one. What do you say Malfoy, toss her off the train as it's going?" another boy laughed.

Why they found this funny she'd never know. Furious they were targeting her on her first day on the Hogwarts train, her excitement was gone, now being fueled with anger and fear, "Shove off!" In seconds Emma was not only circled by the group but cornered, and easily towered over.

'How the in the world do I get myself into these kinds of messes! Oh wait, YOUR MOUTH!' was the first thought ringing through Emma's mind, practically kicking herself for not attempting to walk away like Lily had told her to do that vary morning. 'Why me?'

"Venomous, are we? I'd suggest you watch that mouth girl," Malfoy's tone was low and dangerous. But he wasn't the one that sent shivers down her spine, it was the others. The way their eyes lit up with deadly intentions, a fire in them that she really shouldn't have been messing with, and yet she had only provoked them more.

'Now how to get out of here? Legs! I'm short, thank you fate!'

The boys hadn't even had it registered in their minds that she had slipped away under a pair of their legs until she was halfway down the corridor. "What the - Avery, get her!"

Fortunately, his fingers only got a few ends of her hair, but he had viciously ripped those few strands from her head. With little to no shout of pain Emma grunted, her eyes watering. She could cry later about this. Preferably not at all, but she could never hide her emotions in her eyes very well because she was, in fact, a bit of a cry baby on a few occasions. Eleven-years-old or not, she had her very childish moments as anyone else. Her eyes betrayed her, that was what Severus had always told her.

"Eyes are a person's way of telling their stories. If they aren't careful, they can be read just like the easiest of books." but she could think on that later, she needed to find Lily, or anyone for that matter.

"Damn, sneaky little fox!" She heard their heavy feet padding close behind her, the comment was heard clear as a car horn which made her think instantly, 'On second thought, maybe I won't worry about crying later with that comment.' She thought for a moment.

They were gaining distant on her, of course, because they were bigger and had longer legs, but she was fast. But with more than one after her it left them shoving each other a bit as they bounced one another off the walls or doors as they went. 'Uh-oh... I'm in more trouble than I thought... just great!'

Her heart suddenly jumped with hope when she saw two girls at the end of the hall, one with dark curling, wild like hair and the other light blonde waving hair that glided down her back beautifully. "What do we have here Sissy? A little Cub come to play?" The first girl asked, her voice was cold, smooth and if Emma was sure she had heard things right, she could have sworn she heard a tint of deviousness hidden behind her.

All thought, Emma could have really cared less at that moment who they were, let alone had the time to care that these two girls also happened to be in Slytherin House like the group of boys chasing after her. She also wondered, somehow, how this scene also escaped other students notice? A first year, a girl no less, running from a group of older boys, how was that not suspicious one bit!?

"Give the girl a chance Bella, I'm sure there's a reason she's bothering us. What is it girl?" Sissy spoke up.

Emma couldn't help but notice both girls may look completely different, but their eyes were both cold in some way. No matter if one was colder than the others. About to speak up, Emma had been silenced when the boys came up behind her faster than she had hoped. She had wasted her time in thinking.

The one called Malfoy had reached out and grabbed her hair by the roots, pulling her back with a laugh towards the whole group. Thankfully neither of the girls seemed to be amused.

'At least I'm not the only one who doesn't find this funny!'

"Apologies ladies. Bellatrix, Narcissa." Malfoy spoke to them, he could be charming if he wasn't such a bully, not to mention rude.

"What's going on, Lucius?" Narcissa asked, her eyes hadn't left Emma's deep emerald eyes as they watered. Not because she was going to cry for her sister or mother, but because her scalp was burning with pain! Then again, her struggling wasn't helping her case either.

A warmth suddenly came to Narcissa's blue eyes, which did confuse Emma a bit. Unfortunately, Narcissa instantly hardened herself before looking to the boy holding onto her.

"Nothing to bother yourselves with. Just teaching some mud-blood her place." He informed them, his mouth practically hissed the term 'mud-blood' like it was a poison to him.

This time Emma chose to speak up, which was probably not the brightest idea, "Leave me alone! You're hurting me, I haven't done a thing to you, you're bigger than me, what can I do!" And it wasn't a question either, but she probably should have kept her mouth closed either way.

A gasp and a painful grunt were ripped from her as her head was forcefully slammed into a nearby wall, smacking her left temple a bit harder than she'd like to admit, leaving her a little dazed.

Thankfully, yet shockingly, Bellatrix laid down some facts for the boys, "That's no matter, this is the train not Hogwarts Halls! If someone sees you tossing the girl about the train you'll likely be tossed off yourself! … Let her go." Shocking to say the wild haired girl didn't look the least pleased, nor impressed.

'Please don't make me regret thanking them.'

With an irritated huff at her demand being ignored Bellatrix took a different route of action, no matter how badly she wanted to Hex the lot, "Our task our final year," Bellatrix started, "Is to recruit, collect information and by order of our valuable families, finish, unfortunately, Hogwarts classes."

Emma knew she didn't sound to found of the school with how she finished her last line. Apparently, these students hated Hogwarts from their reactions to Bellatrix's little scolding. The group of boys looked to them in shock, "Might I actually be shocked-" one of the boys started, a nasty, wicked grin spreading across his lean face, but was shot down instantly.

Narcissa's eyes weren't nearly as cold and void as Bellatrix's, and that in itself scared Emma a little, "Let the girl go, mud-blood or not Malfoy, Bella has a point... You are the Slytherin Prefect this year, yes? We wouldn't want that perfect record of yours to be tainted? Now would we?" Narcissa's smirk was small but simple. And it held a degree of a challenge, now he had to ask himself, did they really want to push that boundary and challenge her and her sister? No, not really.

Narcissa's words had reached Emma, and she had to give it to the girls, they seemed like they were winning, but it all sounded awfully like a threat to Emma's ears. But, from the burning in her scalp Emma really didn't care, only as long as he let her go!

At hearing this, Lucius reluctantly released Emma's mess of red hair letting it fall around her face and shoulders, matted and tasseled in waves and curls. She couldn't help the staggering her feet did when she finally touched the floor with pure happiness, trying to find a wall, which she was sadly failing at, to help her find her footing again. Dizzy still, Emma looked to the two girls with a thankful smile spreading across her soft, pink lips and opened her mouth to try and thank them. Only to be quickly silenced by a hand suddenly connected with her mouth rather violently sending her staggering once more, and quite literally made her start to see almost nothing but stars. Instantly, Emma tasted blood and felt her lip light up like fire had just attacked it. The force had sent her back into Bellatrix's abdomen, and to some of their shock, the seventh years arms wrapped around her, almost protectively, if anyone bothered to pay much attention.

This action sent a jolt of confusion and slight fear through Bellatrix, since her own body had reacted on its own accord while Narcissa shouted, at the one responsible.

Gasping at the attack, Narcissa's eyes flared with heat, wrapping an arm around Bellatrix, the other holding the girl's arm in her sister's hold as she quickly glared to the boy. "Avery!"

The sixth's year laughed as he ran his long fingers through his messy brown hair, "Simply teaching her a lesson, Narcissa." He said with a cocky sideways grin, satisfied that his ring had successfully gotten blood on it also and laughed with self-pride.

As this went on Bellatrix uncomfortably found herself feeling stiff, while thinking Narcissa was right, mud-blood hater she was but the girl was 1) on the train in wide view of someone to see this, and 2) a child; and the second was always one of her sisters rules, don't touch a child like that, at least not in front of her and that was a rule that Bellatrix reluctantly went by, simply for her sister. But something about the girl, something deep in her eyes, made Bellatrix want to Hex the lot even more.

"Get back to your compartments, I'll deal with the rest." Her tone was cold, deadly even. A tone that the boys knew to never cross paths with and scurried away with their tails between their legs.

Somewhat more comfortable how they had left, Bellatrix moved Emma back from her hold and grabbed ahold of her chin a bit harshly, but Emma wouldn't complain, they had both sent them packing.

"Prat that Avery is. He got you a nice one too little cub." Emma's lip was split open, from the bottom of her lip and up into the lips' curve, it had been ripped open like a snake's eye. Blood caked to her skin, rolling down her chin a bit as it bled like tears. She knew it was red and angry and she feared to look at it to see how bad it looked. She always cried at the sight of her own blood. Ever since she had hurt Petunia with one of her pranks, she'd cried and panicked at the sight of blood, it was better that she not see it. "You'll be fine. Though, it may scar."

Emma could only shrug, something in Bellatrix's voice was anything but how she was a bit ago when she'd nearly ran the two girls over. Bellatrix still held that potent darkness, but if she wasn't careful her softness would have been nearly open to the world.

Emma locked eyes with Narcissa, catching the blonde's confusion, but neither said a thing as Bellatrix continued, "Your eyes, they hold innocence... Keep that as long as you can, little Cub... Now, get along."

Having been released, Emma smiled warmly at the two girls, despite the screaming of her lip. Now having the chance to thank them she was going to do so, but her voice was barely above a whisper and breaking because of the assault she had just gone through, "Thank you." She was trying not to cry, especially not in front of the two girls as she left. Now she just needed to find her sister.

As the two moved into their compartment, Narcissa couldn't help but wonder, and couldn't stop the words that almost came out of her mouth "Bella -"

"Don't ask Sissy." That stopped any possibility of getting anything from her sister about what she had seen. But Narcissa knew what she had seen, Bellatrix Black, had just saved a mud-blood. Not only that, Bellatrix's sister, had gotten a glimpse of the laughing, fun loving sister she used to be, but that had been ages ago. That Bellatrix Black was dead. Narcissa's heart sank as she heard her sister humming an old song she had made up at the age of six. A song that didn't only frighten her but tore away at her heart and soul while her mind was tortured with flooded memories of a laughing dark brown haired five-year-old hanging on a smiling Bellatrix. Her dark green eyes lighting up with fun and laughter, but most of all, love. Something Narcissa had barely seen in her sister since that terrifying day.

'Oh Melie, such a sweet little girl you were.'

If that wasn't weird, then Emma didn't know what was.

Putting her hand to her mouth she allowed a few tears to roll down her face, allowing herself some personal time, now that the corridor was empty of the students, and let a little whimper out after feeling some of the pain that was starting to sting, "ow."