"What will she say, Ron?" Harry was concerned. He didn't want his family growing up in a world like him, with no parents. "Come on, Harry. We have almost found them, I can feel it. Don't you think we're almost there?" Ron's half smile faded to a frown. "Don't you?" He asked again. (this has many different looks on their life, just bare with me.)

Sirius howled into the night; people with pokers and fire and clubs were chasing him. He was running through a village, and he had no idea where he was. “Help!” He tried to yell, but only a howl came out, making the angry mob chasing him run faster. Finally he saw a light, his dad was at the end, “Just keep running.” He told himself and the faster he ran the farther his dad seemed to get from him; further and further and further…