A/N: Hi everyone! So this is my first time writing a fanfiction. Well, writing in general so I hope you like it! Please feel free to leave reviews and let me know what you think! :)

Disclaimer: Dont own..Sadly. :(

Prologue:

It was just a picture. It would mean nothing to anyone laying eyes upon it. If only the pair of eyes had belonged to anyone but him. He had forgotten completely why he had this photo. It didn't even move. It was taken with a muggle camera, a strange device he had grown accustomed to playing around with much to her annoyance.

A young woman sat upon the old swing, moving back and forth laughing as the wind blew her hair into her face, spitting out whatever strand landed on her lips and blowing it out of her eyes.

A man walked up to stand in front of her, fidgeting around with something in his hands. Looking at it for the third time that day he pressed a button and out popped a white square shaped paper.

The girl began too laugh.

"You know you really need to stop taking pictures of just yourself. I know your handsome dear but, come on. Use the damn mirror and stop wasting my film!" The young man, obviously not thrilled with her sarcasm let out a bark of laughter.

"Your funny you know that?"

"And you're Sirius." She replied while sticking out her tongue at him. Seeing this, he quickly took too action and snapped a photo.

"I'm sure that will make a lovely picture for your scrap book." He laughed and walked over to her, pulling her up to him, both now standing around waiting for the picture to develop.

As the picture began to come into focus Sirius began to laugh while the young woman playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

"I look ridiculous! I knew I shouldn't have given you that damn camera." Sirius couldn't help but grin as he continued to look at the photo.

It seemed strange. He kept staring at it. Waiting for it too move to next show her expression of shock and anger-not that she could ever really pull that off- but, instead it stayed transfixed on that one emotion. Her brown hair covering half her face, leaving only one of her green eyes visible, and her legs crossed under her. It was the silliest thing he had ever seen. It was a simple photo yet it represented everything he ever wanted.

He looked up and noticed she was standing in front of him. She was smiling, her warm, glowing smile that he had only seen her give to him, and that's how he liked it. He moved to gently brush his lips against hers and moved to kiss the top of her forehead.

"I don't think I told you how much I… lo… you." She lifted her head up too look into his grey eyes. She could sense the hesitation in his voice in using that word. When he noticed her looking at him, he shut his eyes closed in shame. Why couldn't he do it? He sure as hell knew he felt it.

"Saying it is one thing. Showing it is another. You show me all the time Sirius. I know you do. Don't worry." He pulled her small frame into his and held onto her tight, placing soft kissing on top of her head and whispering in her ear.

"One day. I promise ill be able too say it without hesitation. Without a second thought, I promise you."

"Just know I love you Sirius Black."

Before he knew it, tear drops were falling upon the photo, his breathing getting caught in his throat. He brought his hand to his eyes and began to wipe them furiously. After running the same hand through his shoulder length black hair, he felt his breath slowly come back too normal. A knock came at the door.

"Come in." His voice was horse.

The door opened and the now second occupant of the room came and sat down next to Sirius. They to began to look at the photo.

"She is beautiful isn't she…?" Sirius felt their hand grasp his shoulder gently rubbing it.

"Yeah, she was Padfoot. Come on now, the meeting is going to be starting. Everyone wants to pay their respects." James felt as Sirius shoulder begin to shake, violent sobs raged from his body. Without faltering James pulled him close and rubbed his back, feeling his own tears welling up.

"I told her Prongs. I finally told her and it was to damn late!" His voice was shaky.

"She heard you Pads. I know she did. She knew you loved her. She felt it everyday. She will always be with you in some way." Sirius crying began too calm as pulled himself apart from James.

"I should have died with her. I should have saved her. I have to kill them" Even though his voice was almost a whisper, James could still sense the remorse and anger in it.

"Its not what she would have wanted. She would have wanted you to continue fighting yes, but not out of revenge or hate, but out of knowing what's right and what's wrong."

"We all have a dark side. What divide's us are those who decided to act on it. That's what she told me. The first conversation we ever had. I've never felt this before James. Not like this. There is nothing more I would love to do then go find him myself, all of them and kill every single one. I may be who I am now, but deep down I am still a Black." Sirius spat out that last word as if it was venom or a curse itself. He looked once more at the photo and handed it to James.

"Hold onto this. Give it back after the war, after all this is over. I trust you to keep safe all I have left Prongs." James nodded and took the photo while standing up, grabbing Sirius arm along the way, pulling him into a standing position as well.

"Come on Pads…we got another meeting to go to. Lily is with Harry right now, I need to head back soon." Sirius merely nodded and began following James out the door, taking one last glance at the tiny bedroom and at the Daily Prophet sitting on the nightstand next to the door.

The date read October 21, 1981.