"Harry, dear, would you mind looking through this old box? It's the last thing to go through in the office." Mrs. Weesley asked kindly and dropped a box in front of Harry. She looked at the tired boy and brushed some of his unruly, black hair out of his eyes, "Don't worry," she said sweetly, "it shouldn't be too hard to go through this one. Probably just old trinkets, Remus glanced at some when he threw it in here. He said there wasn't anything special. Just a quick look through please."

The young wizard nodded and began to sort through the box, there was a couple of necklaces he could only assume belonged to be Mrs. Black, he found a few empty shoe boxes, a pair of shoes. It wasn't taking too long to go through the objects; they were mostly trash, nothing that the Order would need to preserve. He kept looking for anything that might be needed, although it didn't seem likely that this box would hold anything. As Molly had said, it was all junk.

Under a couple of blankets and a Slytherin sweatshirt Harry stumbled upon a small box, with the Gryffindor seal on it. The seal was faded, it almost looked like someone had tried to rub the seal off. With a growing interest he opened the box to find a stack of old photographs planted inside, looking closer he realized that one of the people in the picture was a younger version of his godfather. Young Sirius didn't hold the burdens which now plagued Sirius Black. He was carefree and happy, there was also a short girl, she had blonde hair which curled around her face making her look like an angel. The girl stood behind a wall and was peaking around it, she would then look over at the young Sirius and smile at him. Even Harry who was looking at this photo through time itself could see the pure love shared between the two. His curiosity grew, he never knew that Sirius had been in love.

Flipping through the stack he saw his father, Remus, and Peter. Often the blonde girl would be in a picture, once there was his mother. They were all so happy in each photograph.

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at?" Remus asked cheerfully as he walked into the empty room. He looked over Harry's shoulder, "Can I see this?" He asked quietly, he lightly held the pictures. He ran his fingers over the scene with a smile on his face.

"Who is she," asked Harry, not willing to beat around the bush.

"This, this is Tamina Night. She was your mum's best friend and your godmother. I don't know if I should tell you the story though, this one should be Sirius's." Remus's voice had changed from happy to sad, as the memories rushed back to him, "We all loved her," he seemed to be forced to add, "she had something about her that just made you want to protect her from everything that could ever go wrong."

Harry reached for the photo, "I think I'm going to ask Sirius for the full story." Harry mumbled as he walked out of the room, not able to take his eyes off the picture. He noticed that Sirius looked happy, there was no longer the sullen look that time had taken on him to produce the man he now was.

"Harry, did you finish going through that box?" Mrs. Weasley asked as he passed her. As he came close, her eyes caught on the photo in the young boy's hands, "Oh dear," she said, "he thought all of her was gone forever. You should bring that to Sirius," Harry nodded and began to walk away, "Harry, don't be shocked … don't be shocked if your godfather cannot tell you the story." This only made his curiosity grow, why would this be hard for Sirius to talk about and where was this beautiful girl now?

"Harry! I was just about to go looking for you!" Exclaimed to voice of none other than Sirius Black, "What do you have there?" Harry couldn't bring himself to speak as he handed over the pictures and watched Sirius's face fall, after a few seconds a small smile emerged onto the older man's face. He wouldn't take his eyes off the picture, "Wow, I thought the pictures of her were gone. She's beautiful, isn't she?" Harry nodded silently although Sirius wasn't looking at him, "You know, she came from a strict pureblood family as well. She was in Gryffindor with me. Wow," He couldn't seem to be able to grasp the idea of who he was looking at, as he slowly flipped through the small stack of photos, "she looks just like an angel."

"Will you tell me about her," Harry asked softly, trying not to push his godfather.

Sirius didn't respond, he just stared at the beautiful girl he had not seen in a lifetime. Her face held the memories of happier times, "She was really beautiful, not just on the outside, but on the inside. Many had mixed feelings towards her, there were some girls who despised her because of me, they thought she was hogging me." He let out a small chuckle, "It sounds conceited saying that now, but that was how it was. No one hurt her though, I wouldn't allow that. She never resented me for her problems, she was always happy. Then there were the teachers, the ghosts, us and your mum, we loved her so much." Sirius didn't seem to be able to stop talking about the girl.

"What happened to her," Harry asked again, "please, will you tell me the story?"

"She was killed with your parents," Sirius put an arm on his godson's shoulder, "we were both supposed to go over there, I was running late. I could've been there." The pain and self-loathing was dripping from his voice, "I had gone to check on Peter."

"I was never told of her," mumbled Harry, "Why didn't anyone tell me that my godmother was with my parents when they were killed?"

"My best assumption was that a Death Eater hid her body, maybe Peter so that I would definitely be blamed. It was hard enough for anyone to believe that I would sell out James and Lily, but if it was heard that Tamina had been there too, that would've been absurd. Too many, people I cared about.

"I know you've heard, I was quite the Casanova in my Hogwarts days, but with all of those girls there was just one who was aways there with me. Tamina and I were attached at the hip," he chuckled at a memory, "once, she broke her arm. I wasn't allowed to sit with her and she was being forced to stay in the hospital wing for a night. She hated the hospital wing, so I hurt myself to get me stuck with her. Since then I was allowed to be with her no matter what."

Remus had come up behind them, "I remember," he spoke, "when she found out my secret problem she had become really confused. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why I was nervous about it. She was a bit innocent in that aspect. Since then she would wait every full moon, she would visit me every chance she had while I was in the hospital wing."

"I can tell you each story that went along with the pictures." Sirius mumbled, "I could never give justice to the entire story of Tamina and I." He thought for a while, "This was going into our sixth year, she had just been disowned by her family much like I had been…