I do not own the rights to anything from the world of Harry Potter, that pleasure belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am only responsible for the OC's created for the purposes of this FanFiction. I do however hope that you enjoy my fic and please bare with me as I hope to improve my over all spelling grammar and of course story telling (This fic is being totally rewritten, as I wasn't happy with the original. And have deleted it.) by the end of this. With that in mind please feel free to read & review.

Chapter One.

Christoff Nightshade's funeral was going to a busy affair. He was a renowned auror who had helped the great Dumbledore himself track down the dark wizard Grindelwald.

Christoff Nightshade had a large family to mourn him as well as countless friends and work colleagues, from his illustrious career. And with a career like his it was guaranteed that his wake would be used my many to gain political advancement. After all everyone within the ministry would be attending. After all it wasn't every day that the head of the auror department died.

Louisa Nightshade was 10 years old when her grandfather died. He was the first person that she had ever lost. The loss had shaken her to her very core. Louisa didn't know much about death, but she had been certain that there should have been some kind of warning of what was to come.

But there wasn't. Her grandfather had simply gotten up one morning, told her grandmother that he was going to visit an old friend. He never even told her grandmother which friend he was going to see.

None of them herd anything from him for three days. Not until a Muggle walking his dog stumbled across his body on a small coastal beach. It was some where that Louisa had never even herd of.

They said that he must have lost his footing on the cliff top. It all seemed totally ridiculous to Louisa. Her grandfather was one of the greatest wizards of his time, how could he simply fall? But her mother insisted that he had been very old and that it was more than possible.

Louisa was curled up in the window seat, at the top of the stairs at her grandmothers manor. The great hall was overwhelmingly crowded and she felt like she was going to suffocate if she stayed in there any longer.

Louisa was lost in thought when she herd the pounding of footsteps along the entrance hall. Peeling her head off the window, she looked for the source of the noise. Two boys that were clearly brothers. Were running across the the entrance hall, each making noises and waving there arms in a pretend duel.

The smaller of the boys dived behind a large vase of flowers, clearly pretending to avoid an attack from his brother. As far as Louisa was aware the only children at the wake were her siblings and cousins. And these boys were neither. Leaning over the banister Louisa cleared her voice as the younger boy, ran for the narrow corridor that led to the kitchens.

"Who are you?"

The older boy jumped in surprise at hearing her voice. It seemed to take him a moment to realize where, her voice came from. The boy smirked up at Louisa, and despite herself she had to admit that he was very good looking.

His black hair fell gracefully into his face and sharp grey eyes seemed to miss nothing. Everything about his posture and demeanour gave the impression, of someone who had been told from a young age that he was important and better than everyone else.

"Sirius Black, and who are you?" His grey eyes twinkled with curiosity.

"Louisa Nightshade. It's very rude to run about someone else's home."

"Well it's very rude to leave guests unattended, but here we are." smirked Sirius.

Louisa watched the boy as she descended the stairs. Big headed was certainly the best way to describe him. And yet she couldn't help but smirk back at him. It was possibly the first time that she had come close to smiling in days.

"What where you doing?"

Sirius shrugged, "keeping my little brother entertained."

"By running around?"

"Well it's better than in there." Sirius nodded in the direction of the great hall.

"What were you doing out here?" asked Sirius.

"Too many people." Louisa smiled faintly.

She wasn't sure how but his sharp grey eyes, seemed to soften with understanding. He didn't say anything, just simply nodded his understanding.

"Looks like you lost your brother."

A small frown creased Sirius's forehead. "Hmm, mother won't be pleased."

Louisa watched as the boy stared at the doors to the great hall. An anxious look on his face.

"I could help you find him. If you like."

Nodding his thanks, Louisa led the way down the narrow corridor towards the kitchen. Neither spoke but that was fine with Louisa. She was tired of talking with people. In fact she found it soothing to be in company that she didn't feel the need to talk with.

Reaching the kitchen her grandmothers two house elves Twinkle and Winkle came rushing over to offer them help.

"Can Winkle get Miss and Mister anything?"

"Should Twinkle make you something to eat?"

Sirius raised his eye brows at the sight of the two house elves.

"No it's OK thanks. We're just trying to find Sirius brother."

Both elves nodded there heads in understanding.

"Twinkle saw a small boy with dark hair run out into the gardens, Miss."

"OK thanks Twinkle." and both Louisa and Sirius headed out into the gardens.

After a few moments of silence Sirius spoke, a small frown appearing between his eye brows once more.

"You have two house elves?"

"No we don't have any. They are my grandmother's elves." smiled Louisa.

"Oh. Why two though?"

Louisa shrugged, "I don't think that either of my grandparents, had any brothers or sisters. And I suppose that they inherited them. Isn't that how most families get house elves?"

Sirius was quiet for a few more moments.

"We have one house elf, Kreacher. He's awful, always spying on us for my mother."

Louisa glanced side ways at the boy with grey eyes. She had the sneaking suspicion that this was the first time that he had ever said anything, to anyone about his mother or his house elf. She stayed silent as he described his house elf to her and how it worshipped his mother and was forever spying on him and his brother, to get them into trouble.

It was bizarre to Louisa that a family would behave like that. Louisa's own family was quite large. With two older brothers and a older sister. Louisa also had a younger brother and a new baby sister.

And she had two very loving parents who loved the noise and mess that came with having a large family. And she could never imagine her mother or farther spying on her or her siblings to deliberately get them into trouble.

"That sounds awful! I cannot even imagine what that must be like!" When Louisa finally spoke, they had both stopped to sit on a stone bench among her grandmothers rose garden.

"Your parents have never done anything like that then?" asked a deflated Sirius.

Louisa was sad to see the cocky and self assured boy from earlier disappear. He seemed to be completely deflated by her words.

"Are you OK?" Louisa placed a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him. Although she doubted it was doing much.

"Sirius!"

Both Sirius and Louisa jumped at the banshee like screech of Walburga Black. The tall, slender woman was marching across Lucinda Nightshades tidy lawns towards them. Sirius certainly had the look of his mother. Both had the angular features of aristocrats and the blackest hair that Louisa had ever seen. But where Sirius had warm, sharp grey eyes. Walburga's were icy cold with a deranged glint in them.

Louisa's hand dropped from Sirius shoulder, as she followed him in standing up. Louisa felt a knot of apprehension building in her stomach, as the shadow of Walburga fell over them.

"What do you think you're doing? Running off and leaving Reg on his own?" demanded Walburga.

"I didn't..."

Sirius never got the chance to finish what he was saying as Walburga's hand connected with his face.

"You filthy little liar!" yelled Walburga, as she grabbed Sirius by the collar of his robes and began to drag him away.

Louisa stood rooted to the spot, for what felt like hours but was in reality minutes. She couldn't begin to comprehend what had just happened.

"Hey kid! You OK?" It was Alex, Louisa's eldest brother.

"yeah, just getting some air."

Alex smiled at his little sister before snaking his arm around her shoulders and walking her back towards the house.

"Come on everyone is leaving. I reckon that mum could use a hand with the clearing up."

And just like that the memory of what day it was came crashing back to her. And the pressure of her grief started to build up in her chest yet again.