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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Black Heir". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith never thought she’d become somebody’s family or The collected Black family reacts to their newest ‘misplaced’ member.

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Harry Potter > Faith-Centered > Theme: Real FamilyJmariaFR151831,1421112371,51628 Aug 1025 Apr 13No

Black Sheep

Title: Apples, Trees and Roots
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: J.K. and Joss own all. I own battered copies of their collected works.
Spoilers: Season 7, book 5, my ficlet Numb the Pain.
Summary: Faith never thought she’d become somebody’s family or The collected Black family reacts to their newest ‘misplaced’ member.
A/N: Thank you to all of the reviewers and everyone who is enjoying this series. The question of Faith’s magic will be answered in the next chapter, as will Sirius (for a bit).

Apples, Trees and Roots
Black Sheep

Faith tightened her jaw and prepared for the - hell, could there be anything worse than finding out your pops couldn’t even man up and bring himself to break bad news to you? Not that she should even really care what he had to say. She leveled her eyes on the pretentious werewolf who’d gotten the sucker job of making nicey-nice with Black’s bastard. At least he had the decency to look bothered by the situation. He got props for that.

“You gonna spit it out?”

“Sirius - your father - hasn’t exactly been cleared of his charges,” Lupin shared a look with G-man. “As such, it’s not safe for him to -”

“And your protecting something bigger than him, so you’re not willing to take a real convict to meet and greet, am I right?” Faith shook her head.

“Faith,” Giles rubbed at his brow again.

“Nah, it’s cool. I get it. So why the sudden interest in me now? What dirty deed you need done cheap?” Faith swaggered over to Giles’ desk and leaned back on it, feeling like she had with the Mayor, before her year long sleep.

“That’s not why I made contact with them, Faith,” Giles said sternly.

“You responsible for all the shit the Council did to me now, G?” Faith didn’t look back at him, keeping her eyes locked on her father’s closest friend. It stunk, this situation. And she wanted word to get back to them - her father’s family that had made these decisions about her life without asking her - about what they’d signed her up for when they nullified her. “You responsible for them sending two green Watchers out to watch my ass? For the knife they wanted to stick in my back when their shit backfired on me three times? For choosing death over magic? No, far as I can tell, all you’re responsible for is trying to make the best outta a bad situation. And let me tell you, wolf-boy, I was fucked up. Still am.”

“Sirius wanted to be here, but with Harry -”

“Harry? Who the fuck is Harry?” Faith narrowed her eyes.

Before Remus could even form a reply, a loud pop sounded in the far corner of the room. Giles sighed behind her, and Faith popped up from her lean ready for a fight. A petite woman raced up behind Remus, who only huffed out an exaggerated breath. Her hair was a shock of neon blue and red, and her brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Wotcher, Wolvie,” she grinned at Remus’ back. “Bloody hell, she looks just like him in the eyes, don’t she? I almost didn’t believe Dumbledore.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere else, Nymphandora,” Remus hissed out behind him.

Faith almost jerked back at the way her eyes narrowed. It reminded her so much of herself that it freaked her out. Nymphandora punched him on the shoulder. It was a stupid little one-fisted girly punch that should have lacked any power, but the sturdier werewolf jerked forward about two feet. Faith’s eyes widened. Not much shocked her - she’d seen and done more in her short life to shock her easily. The force of the punch obviously shocked her as well, but the blush that followed was incriminating.

“Don’t call me that, Lupin!” Nymphandora huffed. She pasted a smile to her face and stuck out a hand to Faith. “You must be Sirius’ girl.”

“I ain’t anybody’s girl but my own,” Faith felt that itch at the back of her neck that she always felt around B, but that she’d never said she’d felt back. Huh, must be the magic. “Who’re you, Nympie?”

“Nymphandora Tonks,” Remus answered before she could.

“Just Tonks,” she grinned. “I’m your cousin.”

“My cousin the witch who just found out she’s got Slayer strength?” Faith crossed her arms. “So that’s why you decided to look up the black sheep of the damn family. Cause you need something from me. Fuckin’ figures.”
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