Sirius Black

I was Sirius Black's daughter, but he was unjustly imprisoned in Azkaban, the worst prison in the world, full of Dementors. He spent 13 years locked in that hellish prison. And me? His daughter? I was raised in a British slum, without money for the basics, working since I was 9 years old because my "mother" was an alcoholic and addict. I went to Hogwarts, but when I wasn't there, I had to become a stripper to survive, because no place would hire someone for just two months. So I resigned myself to being a stripper; it paid the bills, but it was humiliating. Now I was 18, I had just finished Hogwarts, when Sirius Black escaped from prison. I didn't care; it wasn't my problem, right? Wrong, what I didn't know but Sirius did, is that I was his biological daughter, raised with him until I was 5 years old when he was imprisoned. My memories were erased and I was sent to be the daughter of a Muggle who accepted everything for money. Sirius knows my story, he found out because he investigated me as soon as he proved his innocence to the Order of the Phoenix, and now he was there along with Remus Lupin, his best friend, and Nymphadora Tonks, his cousin, investigating to find my address.