A/N: Hey, guys. I thought it would be interesting to get more into the heads of the characters from the Marauders Era. There were probably parts of their lives that weren't mentioned in the books that happened. I thought it would be interesting if Sirius had had a love interest at some point, since all the other Marauders (except Peter) got one and how he would've dealt with her death. So, yeah, here it is :) Let me know what other characters you guys would think are interesting.

Sirius Black

He laid there, staring at the ceiling of his cell. He was broken. James and Lily were dead and their son-the last piece of them left on this horrible, dark, dank earth-was gone. He was safe; Hagrid had taken him to Dumbledore, but he was still gone all the same. Wormtail had proved himself to live up to the "worm" in his name. Remus was God knew where.

And Sirius was here. In Azkaban. For a crime he didn't commit. There would be no chance of adopting Harry now.

He was broken beyond crying, beyond anger, beyond everything. He'd been so defeated that he'd actually laughed while the officials had taken his picture for the prison. He'd laughed maniacally until they'd dragged him away to his cell.

And then Saoirse... Oh, God, why did she have to die... Her face still haunted his dreams at night. He saw her every time he closed his eyes and sometimes the pull towards her was so strong that he wanted to die. He especially wanted it now, locked in this prison-and not just Azkaban; all of reality. It was horrifying, how badly he wanted to just die and be with her and James and Lily. Maybe if he just closed his eyes, he could drift away...

Sirius looked around nervously. James would tease him mercilessly if he found out his friend had a crush on a Slytherin, of all people. If asked to answer seriously, James would probably admit that not all Slytherins were horrible, just the majority. But he'd still enjoy giving Sirius a hard time, because that was James.

Saoirse Lyneth had caught his eye in a Potions session a few weeks ago. She was small, with short brown hair-shorter than his own-and piercing grey eyes. She'd told him she'd never met her father; he had abandoned her mother before she was born. But her mother was apparently an Animagus and had taught her daughter quite a bit about the art of transformation. That was why Sirius was here; Saoirse was going to give him his first lesson.

"Stop looking around for me like I'm going to eat you," a familiar voice said behind him.

He turned to see her leaning nonchalantly against a tree. "I wasn't."

She rolled her eyes, giving him a small smile. "Then who were you looking for? Scared Ganes will find you out here and haul both our asses back to the Great Hall?"

"I'm not afraid of Ganes," Sirius replied with a smirk, referring to the annoying Gryffindor prefect, who had no real skill when it came to the outside world. "I can take him any day. He should be afraid of me."

"Forget about taking down Ganes and let's how you take down transformation."

Sirius smiled and complied. He liked Saoirse more by the minute.

~ a year later ~

Abigail sighed. "There's that black dog again…"

Saoirse turned and smiled, rubbing her fingers together. The black dog quickened its pace and trotted over to her, rubbing its head against her hand and whining.

"Why is every Irish person I know obsessed with dogs," Abigail grumbled.

Saoirse shot her cousin a glare. "You're part Irish, too. And what's wrong with dogs?"

She sighed. "Nothing. It's too hot out here. I'm going back inside with Emma and Mama." She spun on her heel and rushed towards the house, grumbling about its "small size" all the way back.

Saoirse rubbed her face wearily with her hand. Entertaining her mother's snobby, rich sister and her daughter for the past few days had worn her out. Apparently, Genevieve had something important to tell Emma that couldn't be trusted to a letter, but then she'd decided to stay for a few days, much to both Emma's and Saoirse's disappointment.

"C'mon," she murmured to the dog, heading towards the woods behind her mother's house. She smiled. "I'll race you.""

The dog took off towards the woods. He knew which way she'd go. They always went to the same place. He beat her to the creek by a landslide, like he always did, and sat panting by the water. He'd changed out of his Animagus form and was splashing water into his bare back. Saoirse took a minute to admire his tanned muscles and couldn't keep a smile from spreading over her face.

As if sensing her grin, he turned and flashed his whites back at her. She rushed at him, throwing her arms around his neck, letting him pick her up and swing her around.

"I missed you, Sirius," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"I missed you, too," he replied, pulling back to look at her. "Are you and your mum all right?"

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"Just all these rumors about some new dark wizard rising. I didn't know if anything had happened."

"I've heard about that... So far, I think we're fine though. The worst I've had to deal with this summer is Abigail and Genevieve." She shuddered.

"Is that who was with you when I came?"

"That was Abigail. Genevieve's her mum and my mum's sister-unfortunately."

"Well, she's gone for now, so…" He paused and looked her up and down, seeming unsure what to say.

She licked her lips, eyeing his hungrily. They'd been apart so long-practically all summer-that now they just wanted each other. She defiantly hadn't told her mum about him; she never would've approved. She wasn't as stuck up as Genevieve, thank God, but still slightly stuffy.

Sirius' dark brown hair glistened in the sun and his torso was still wet from splashing water on himself. His green eyes flickered between her eyes and lips before he leaned forward and let his lips smack into hers. Their lips seemed to move in perfect synchronization and she teased the dark recesses of his mouth with her tongue, running her fingers through his damp hair. His hands moved up her back as his lips danced with hers...

Sirius sat in the rain, staring at the grave. He couldn't cry in his Animagus form-but he couldn't risk changing here. There were still a few of Saoirse's family members and he hadn't officially been invited to the funeral.

A few weeks before school had started, Saoirse had lied and told her mother that she was going to spend the last week of summer with her friend Milah. It hadn't been a lie, exactly. She had been at Milah's; but so had Sirius. Milah was in several of his classes, so they knew each other well and he asked to be invited so he could spend time with Saoirse. Milah and her family had generously agreed and he and Saoirse had spent practically every waking moment together.

He'd started to worry when Saoirse didn't reply to his latest letter. He'd told himself over and over that she was probably just saving her reply for when she saw him at Hogwarts-but then she hadn't been on the train. She hadn't been in the Great Hall and not even her fellow Slytherins knew where she was. She had been missing for six months, with no word; Sirius had been worried sick. Enough that James, Remus and Peter had noticed. After their endless prodding, he'd finally told them about her. They didn't tease him like he thought they would. Instead, they even offered to help him find her. They'd spent most of their winter holiday looking for any signs of her, but had found none.

Lily Evans-one of James' friends, and an acquaintance of Saoirse's-was the one who had told him. She and the rest of his friends had gathered at James' house to hear Lily tell the news-

Saoirse was dead.

No one was really sure how it had happened. There had been a ruckus coming from their house and when one of the neighbors went to check on them after the noise had died down, they'd found the place ransacked with the Lyneths nowhere to be found. The Ministry had been alerted and had been looking for them ever since. They'd found them both held captive-=they wouldn't reveal the captors, much to Sirius' annoyance-and had to duel the five wizards to get to her. Emma Lyneth had been dead for weeks, but Saoirse was still gasping for air when they'd found her. They'd tried to save her, but it was too late: the poison had spread too deeply into her veins and she'd died before they could get her the antidote.

And now Sirius was here, at her grave. He hadn't even gotten to say goodbye. Why wouldn't the Ministry tell them who Saoirse's captors had been? Sirius wanted to kill all of them. He pawed at the gravestone and whimpered as his paw fell back into the mud. He shivered; it had been raining all day and he was soaked. He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there. The funeral had started at noon and now the skies were turning dark as the sun set behind the grey veil of clouds.

Grey like Saoirse's eyes, he thought. If he could've wept in his Animagus form, he would've. He stared at the clouds for a moment before tilting his head back and howling at the sky. He didn't care who noticed him anymore.

"Sirius?"

He froze, unsure whether or not to turn. He relaxed as Milah came to stand in front of him, tears in her eyes, blending with the rain streaking her cheeks. She crouched down beside him and gently draped a blanket over his back. "Everyone else is gone if you want to change," she said, her voice cracking.

Sirius bowed his head and let himself slip back into his human form, letting out one last howl that slowly changed into a human wail. He buried his face in his hands and let the tears come, not caring that Milah was sitting beside him.

"I know," she rasped, rubbing his back. "She loved you though-more than she's loved anyone."

"Who took her?" he asked, his voice gravelly with despair.

"They don't know. The wizards fled before they could find out anymore about them. One of them had a strange tattoo though."

Sirius met Milah's eyes. "What tattoo?"

She hesitated, struggling to remember. "I think they said it was… a skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth? Something like that. I don't know." Her bottom lip quivered and she laid her head on Sirius' shoulder, her body wracking with silent sobs.

Sirius hung his head and gripped the grass by his feet. Mud slipped underneath his fingernails, but he didn't care. If he ever met anyone with a tattoo like the one Milah had described, they would die the most painful death possible. For Saoirse.

A loud clang made Sirius' eyes snap open. It was just the prisoner in the next cell over banging his chain against the wall. Sirius sank in disappointment-he would rather be at Saoirse's funeral than in here. At least he'd been free and not wrongly accused. If Saoirse was here, she would've cut off an arm to get him out. He knew she would've.

He knew now that Death Eaters had killed her and her mother. That was what Genevieve had gone to speak to Emma about that blistering hot August day: she was going to join Voldemort's ranks, and she'd wanted Emma to join with her. When Emma had refused, Genevieve had run back and told the others. Voldemort gathered that Emma and Saoirse knew too much and, unless they joined, they had to be eliminated. Those five wizards were the beginning of the Death Eaters.

The temperature dropped as a Dementor passed by Sirius' cell door. Icicles slowly grew downwards from the ceiling, the tips melting almost immediately once the Dementor had gone. Several moments later-or was it minutes? Or hours? He didn't know or care anymore-the tip began to drip onto the floor with a steady pace.

Drip… drip… drip… drip…

Sirius chuckled, then began to laugh. His laughs grew to a hysterical roar and soon, he couldn't distinguish his own laughter from the howls of agony that slipped in. The faces of Saoirse, James, Lily, little Harry and even Peter swam in front of his eyes as he continued to sink slowly into the black cloud of madness that was consuming him.