Sirius was a wreck. What was he doing here? His best friend was married now, and Sirius was… What was Sirius? He had no direction in his life. He wasn't doing anything at all. James and Lily were married, trying for a baby. Sirius was just… Nothing.

This girl was nothing. She was like Sirius, but as of the moment, she had a purpose. Her big, best friend was waddling next to her, breathing heavily, and it was up to her to help. It was up to Olivia to help.

"Alright, Ash," Olivia said frantically, leading her friend out of the pub, "We'll get you to a hospital, it's gonna be okay, Ashley."

"Ohh! It feels like he's trying to kick my insides out, Olivia!" Ashley groaned, holding her swollen stomach. Both had accents. Scottish, Sirius decided, they were Scottish.

"He's not, he's just trying to leave your uterus." Olivia said calmly. She wrapped her trench coat tighter around her body.

Sirius watched in interest at the two girls. He flicked his cigarette, and the lava-like ashes sizzled on the fresh snow. The one with black hair was wearing a lacey, one shoulder dress. Low-cut and high on the legs, it showed a lot of skin. The trench coat she was tying around herself didn't cover her bare legs, which were a gothic pale color, like the rest of her.

The pregnant one wore a tan, shimmering sleeveless dress that was tight around her bulging belly. It was tight everywhere, actually, and he wondered how she got it on. She was also wearing a trench coat like her friend's, but it hung around her and looked too small to tie in front.

"Where's your wand?" Ashley asked, "Liv, where's your wand?"

"I think I left it at home!" Olivia wailed, "Where's yours?"

"I lost it, remember! We need to get the Knight Bus…"

Sirius stepped out of the shadows he was smoking in and said, "I can help you two ladies."

Olivia jumped and held her white chest, shocked, "Can you? If you could just call us a Knight Bus, it would help a load. We can't Apparate yet."

"How old are you two?" Sirius asked as he got his wand out.

"Just past eighteen." Ashley moaned. Suddenly, a bright purple bus appeared in front of them. Sirius helped them get on and told the driver to go to Saint Mungo's.

Sirius smiled at the two, "I'm Sirius Black."

Olivia shook his hand quickly and said, "Olivia Katsopolis. This is my friend, Ashley Chase."

Sirius made eye contact with Olivia, and saw that she wasn't just a gothic-looking bird. With her black hair and white skin, her blue eyes were a shock. Around them was dark makeup, and her lips were full and blood-red. Maybe she was a gothic-looking bird. But she sure was a beautiful gothic-looking bird.

The bus arrived at Saint Mungo's and Olivia helped Ashley off the bus. Sirius was unsure whether to go along with them or not, so he did just in case. He followed them into the hospital where Olivia demanded attention for her pregnant, tipsy friend.

A nurse came to lead them to a room immediately, giving Ashley a hospital gown. Olivia, seeing that Sirius was still there, pulled him inside the hospital room as Ashley went to the bathroom to change.

"Thank you so much, Sirius." she said gratefully.

"It was no problem, trust me."

"It's just… We were out drinking, and then suddenly Ashley goes into labor and it was so unexpected! We didn't even know it would happen tonight!"

"So you both are just out of Hogwarts?" he asked curiously, "And she's pregnant?"

"Don't judge. It happened over winter holidays. We graduated just last June, a few months ago."

"What House were you in?"

"Ravenclaw."

"I was in Gryffindor. I graduated last year."

"I barely remember your name, we were so caught up in our own things…" she shrugged, "It's nice to see you again, Sirius."

He smiled, but felt guilty he didn't remember her own name.

"Liv!" Ashley called from the bathroom, interrupting them, "Help me get my dress off!"

XXX

Afterwards, when Ashley was spending a moment alone with her baby boy, Sirius and Olivia sat on the linoleum floor outside her room.

"Makes me feel useless, you know?" Olivia sighed after some silence, "Like I don't have a place in the world."

"You do, though." he said.

"Do I?"

"Everyone does…"

"If everyone does, what'll it make a difference if one person doesn't? Not everyone can have a place here. And it's like… If I don't have one, why me? Why not somebody else, out of billions of people?"

Sirius didn't respond, so she continued, "What's your place? If everyone has one, what's yours?"

"I… I'm a friend." he said, "I'm a friend to a married man."

"What's your job?"

"I don't have one."

"Do you have a girl in your life?"

"no…"

"So you're just a best friend? What is it to live if you don't have anything to depend on? I didn't have good grades in school, so I can't necessarily do anything now."

"Isn't living having someone depend on you? Knowing you mean something to someone?"

"I don't know…" she traced a scar on her wrist. It was one straight line, and got much deeper in the middle. "I guess Ashley's got her parents… I don't have any friends but her. My parents never talk to me anymore. I've got no job, no home, no man… I keep thinking of running off to Greece or Russia or America or somewhere."

"What would you do?"

Olivia shrugged, "I'd play."

"Play?"

"I'm a musician. I have one instrument, my guitar. It's my passion… It's all I've got. What about you?"

"I've got my motorcycle… It's my escape."

Olivia frowned and wiped a tear away, "Why's life so screwed up?"

Sirius shrugged, "Wanna go get some… Pie?"

"How about coffee?"

"You'll never get any sleep."

"It's two in the morning. I'm not going to sleep either way." Olivia stood up and knocked lightly on Ashley's door.

"Come in!"

Olivia walked in and smiled at Ashley, cuddling with her newborn son. "How's Kevin?"

"Fine… Perfect."

"Look, I'm gonna go."

"I was about to suggest that." Ashley said, frowning, "…Goodbye, Olivia."

Without a 'thank you' from Ashley, Olivia walked out of the hospital with Sirius. They walked down the street a bit and arrived at a quaint café. They sat at one of the wooden tables and ordered a cup of strong black coffee for each of them.

"What are you going to do now?" Sirius asked.

"What are you going to do?" she countered.

"I'll go on to my apartment, living my boring, loathsome life… No good, bummy freeloader, I am."

Olivia reached over and cupped his face in her palm, "You're all good… Run away with me."

"Where?"

"I don't know… America… New York City. Or California. Or Florida. We could go to the beach or to the desert, or the mountains… Anywhere, but not here."

"Okay…" he whispered.

"Okay?"

"Okay, yeah. Let's go."