A/N: This is my first try in a Harry Potter Fanfic. I don't anything. All of this magical universe belongs to JK Rowling. And I will be forever thankful for it.
Story takes place before the first wizarding war. Bellatrix and Sirius both are 17 in this story. Please RR.
Three soft knocks...his sign. She felt an exciting trickle in her stomach. She cherished these nights... they seemed endless. Just the two of them. It felt like he was the ruler of the universe and she was his queen. Sitting on the roof top of 12 grimmauld place. Everything seemed so tiny, so meaningless under the starry sky from which their name giving stars shine down on them. There was no blood status, no rules to obey to. No Noble and most ancient house of black, although they both bore this name. He had cigarettes and muggel whiskey. She knew her father would punish her for this behavior ...he always found out sooner or later. He didn't dare punish his nephew but with her he showed no mercy. But for the moment, she didn't care. It was only Sirius she cared about, and the world he put to her feet. And the hope that these nights would never end. But reality crashed down on her too soon. She heard her father yelling for her.
She was used to the power of his Cruciatus Curse on her, used to the pain it burned in her innocent soul. Sirius was the only reason she didn't fell to pieces yet. She fought hard to not show any emotion. The tears only came when she was in the sanctuary of her room, and the three knocks still echoing through it. Because she only was safe when he helds her tight, whispering reassuring words into her dark hair. Trying to ease the pain, heal her tormented soul. She lived for these dark moments, his lips on hers that tasted still like whiskey and cigarettes. The touch of the forbidden. The soft sound of his voice barely above a whisper saying "I'll always love you, my Bella."