“That’s it, you prat! I’ve had it! I did nothing wrong and your treating me like public enemy number one!” At this point, everyone in the Great Hall is staring at Sirius and me. I updated this chapter extensively 21 May, 2007.

“Love isn’t like your romance novels. Lust is.”

“I said I’m not done! Let me finish!” I am enraged now. I’m not just angry. “I was taught that you only have sex with people you love! Sirius…I…”

What if this is just a hoax? What if this is some sick way for Sirius to try to get me back? I don’t know if I want him back anymore. Well, that’s what my head says. In my heart, I know he’s who I want. Maybe I shouldn’t go this evening. Yeah I should. I already told them I’d be there.

“Everything was different that night, Sirius. We were innocent. Now we’re guilty as charged.”

“Do we really…do we…do we really…do we…really love each other?”

“Sorry,” I mumble. “We’re almost there, Sirius.” I whispered this so that only he could ‘hear’ me. I am well aware that in his unconscious state, he probably cannot hear me. Don’t think that I’m crazy. It just seems the natural thing to do.

I run upstairs to get my bag that I told him I had packed when in reality it was sitting in the bottom of my wardrobe. Something inside me told me to pack some nice pajamas and lingerie. I am not sure which part said that, but I packed it. As I came back down the stairs, his face brightened. I’m not sure why, because I’m still mad as hell.

“Since when do you give a damn about failing?! You have a T in virtually every class! It’s a wonder McGonagall lets you get away with that!”

“We need something to pass the time.”

“I can think of a few other things that we could do to pass time,” he whispers in my ear seductively.

“Sirius, you must have other past times, save sex and pranks.”

“Cute, Chelsea, real cute,” he says bitterly as he tries to wipe some of the goop off.

“Thank you,” I say, trying to sound innocent. I ease my body down so that I am sitting between his legs and he puts his arms around me

“Good, how about you?” I say, looking at Frank oddly. He’s holding some odd contraption and I’m guessing that it’s an instrument, knowing Frank’s personality.

“I’m fine. Pardon Frank. He bought some old instrument at a Muggle antique store and is simply infatuated with it.”

By the time Christmas rolled around, nothing eventful had happened. Now I’m sitting on the Hogwarts Express with Sirius waiting to get to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters to meet my parents. I can see the sweat glistening on Sirius’ head.

“What?” Sirius asks in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant,” I say, trying to stay calm.

“How did that happen?”

“I told you you’d be mad…”

“I can believe you’re getting married today,” my mother says as she rubs my back affectionately.

“I can’t either,” I say. “I think I’m going to puke.”

“Don’t do that, sweetheart,” Dad says, putting his hand lovingly on the top of my head.

He pointed to the newspaper that was thrown on the floor. She stood up from the bed and leaned down to pick it up. She turned it the proper way and read the headline story. Her eyes scanned the page quickly looking for ‘Regulus Black.’ She ran her finger along each line of the print. Her eyes found it a few moments later.

“Can I help?” Grace said, her eyes still wide. Chelsea nodded her head in agreement and finished chopping something. Sirius staggered into the kitchen with a cauldron. He placed it on the counter beside the ingredients.

Sirius buried his head further into her hair and did something he hadn’t done since the day Grace was born. He began to cry. He cried for his daughter and his wife. He cried for the two people who were his world.

Chelsea and Grace sat quietly on the living room floor for many moments. Chelsea was allowing Grace to look through the box of photographs and other things that represented Chelsea’s memories with Sirius. Chelsea glanced out the window to see the pitch black sky outside the window.

“I know,” Grace said as she tightened her grip on her father’s neck. Chelsea watched the scene before her with tears of both joy and sorrow in her brown eyes that were so much unlike her daughter’s and husband’s.