Author's Note: I worked really hard on this, so you know the drill. R&R....please!! I will be updating the next chapter very, very soon!!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of his little friends. I only own Angel(a) Black. She is my character. Oh, and I own this plot!!

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A small girl of about 4 stood outside gigantic oak doors leading to a courtroom. She was confused, hurt, and unsure what was going on. A lot of grief for a 4 year old, no doubt.

"Come, Angela." A younger looking Albus Dumbledore beckoned. "It is time to go inside."

He scooped her into his arms and walked into the courtroom, only to see a sullen Sirius Black sitting, magically bound to his chair.

"Daddy!" Angela cried out, struggling to get to him, but Dumbledore did not loosen his grip.

"Angel-My little Angel.." He broke off, straining to turn his neck towards the Minister. "Do you see what this is doing to my little girl? You cannot separate me from her. You cannot do this to m-"

"Hush!" Cornelius Fudge cried out as several Aurors put a silencing charm upon him. Angela burst into tears in Albus's arms, unable to control her feelings.

"Let him go, Mister! Please!" She sobbed over and over. She didn't realize what was going on, all she knew was she might not see her Dad for a long, long time.

"If I may ask a question your honor." Dumbledore stood up, placing Angela on the seat beneath him.

"Well, get on with it." Fudge spoke harshly to him, eager to get on with this trial. He loved the thrill of sending Death Eaters to Azkaban.

"What will happen to this man's daughter when this is all over? Shouldn't matters of the children be put first before matters such as this?" He stared solemnly at Fudge, never breaking eye contact.

"This man is threat to the whole Wizarding Community, surely you can see why he must be dealt with first!!" Murmur broke out across the crowd, mostly women, discussing the well being of Angela Black. Dumbledore spoke again.

"She has no family to fall back on, this is the one man she knows, him alone! Surely you can see the desperate need of finding her care, if you were to send Mr. Black to Azkaban!" The arguments stretched on, and everyone seemed to forget about Angela herself. Sure, they talked about her endlessly in the courtroom, yet, they did not remember she was still sitting there. She saw the opportune moment and took it. She stood up from her chair and ran to her father. She crawled onto his lap and hugged him. Only a lonely Auror by the name of Alastor Moody seemed to take notice. He ran towards the two, separating them, and placed Angela back to the seat.

Fudge finally stopped the madness. "We are here because Sirius Black betrayed the Potters, and led You-Know-Who straight to them, endangering James, Lily, Harry, and his own daughter.

'It is his fault he is here, and he will be sent to Azkaban. As for little Angela, since you seem to care so much about her, Albus, you may take her for your care." Fudge paused to smirk.

"Now then, Guards. Remove this man from my sight and send him where he belongs." Angela screamed with sadness and anger at the same time. She cried "Daddy!" over and over again. Dumbledore looked away from the crowd, a tear forming in his eye. He could not bear to stay, so he left with Angela under his arm, to his secret retreat he called home.