Sirius looked down and stared at the table. Why was he being so stupid and weird about this girl; she’s not any different from any other. But that was it- she was. She was so different.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ain't that a kick in the head?
 
 
 
 
 

...skin as fair as an angels, long silk hair as golden as a Phoenix’s feather, eye’s as dark blue as the ocean deep and lips as pink as- as- he couldn’t think what they were as pink as but Christ- they were beautiful.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

An Oath for Death...
 
 

A bath like no other...
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sirius let go of Regulus’ robes slowly and stepped back from him, both eying each other, “It doesn’t matter whether I hate you or not, I still don’t want to see you become one of them; a monster. You don’t want a life like that Regulus. A life that means you’re always under Voldemort’s thumb-!”

 
 

Sirius closed his eyes, waiting with excitement to feel her warmth against his warmth and the two would erupt a fire within that even a phoenix couldn’t compete with it.

“I know exactly where they are going. They tend to go out every month, frolicking like the immature adolescents that they are in the Forbidden Forest. At the first opening, you will find them; but be warned- you might get a little something that’s unexpected” his smile widened and pushed past Lucia back to the dungeons.

“Like father like son!” Severus provoked. And he hit the button. Sirius stopped. His mind wandered away from a reluctant guilt when he looked at Lucia and a raging fire burned deep inside him about to unleash itself. And he knew exactly who to unleash it on.
 

As his hand slid into the opening he was surprised to find something hard and cold and what he didn’t expect. Pulling it out, his baffled expression turned to curiosity; his curious appearance then turned to confusion again as the mirror had a hazel eye looking out from it.

“And who’s standing behind you itty bitty Sirwius?” Bellatrix mocked, “Who’s going to help you in a room full of Deatheaters?” she laughed hysterically at him then moved over to Orion, “You told me uncle that Sirius was such a disappointment. But look at him. Standing up to us all alone and no one to have his back. Such a brave little Lion; little Gryffindor! Come on Godric! Show us what you’ve got!”

Something really terrible must have happened; what if he’s dead? He thought madly, thinking of the worst. Don’t be stupid, James, he’s not dead- he can’t be…

She was the one thing he looked forward to see in the morning, the one thing that made his heart beat faster, the one thing that made him gaze dazedly in her direction when in his presence; a complete and utter growing love.

Just as Sirius was about to follow Lucia and her mother into the kitchen, a gruff sound came from the top of the stairs. Sirius looked up and saw a man in shadow, standing completely still and staring straight at him. Sirius suddenly found himself staring back, not wanting to break the glare and show his weakness. Maurice started to walk down slowly, eyeing Sirius with eyes full of distrust and dislike.

The elf was gone and Regulus was to face the wrath of Voldemort alone.

Marriage to a lover; suspicions of a friend...