Warning: Slightly sexual content in this chapter.

The familiar sound of rustling leaves was heard as a gust of wind swept through the streets of London. The leaves that weren't as lucky to be swept away were destroyed by the heels of a young woman running. She occasionally looked back to make sure nothing was following her but she knew she was being watched. She didn't dare to stop running, even running across 'busy' roads at that time of the night which nearly earned her a trip under several cars.

Turning a corner, she stopped running, leaning against a lamp post. Her hand was to her chest, feeling the rapid beats of her heart. She ripped off her pink fur hat off of her head to reveal the young woman's hair in a bun of brunette. Feeling around the bun, she finally grabbed a black pin and pulled it out, making her hair fall. The brunette looked around cautiously until she was sure that she was alone, she started to walk away from the lamp post only to get thrown against a wall.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She closed her eyes tightly only to open them when she felt a familiar hand against her cheek. The young woman surveyed the man intently. His hair was of shoulder-length black, warm grey eyes were looking straight into hers, a sullen smile was on his face but his clothing struck her the most. The man's clothing that looked expensive (which it was), now looked like it had been mauled by several dogs from the gashes in the clothes and had endured the intensity of a fire due to the burn marks and holes in his clothes. Her heart fell slightly but was glad that he was still alive. She missed him.

"Wand." She didn't need to put it into a question because she knew that he knew that hers was a bust. The man stepped towards her so that his body was pressed against hers. She took in a sharp intake of breath, on the verge of either wrapping her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss or falling on the ground.

She missed him a lot.

"Pocket. Discreetly."

"You were followed?" she hissed, the feelings gone in a moment. The man looked down at her which made her slightly scared. She had been running around wand-less for the past three hours, having to stop every half an hour to catch her breath. Running, she remembered, was not part of the job. However the life she was leading back in school, a few years ago, was completely different. She absolutely hated the man in front of her (however they had their moments in which the man in front of her would drag her off to an empty classroom and snog for several minutes before having to return back to their ways until their fifth year where things got serious), she was oblivious to the danger around her (even after reading The Prophet but not believing anything because she was raised to put her thoughts ahead of everyone else), her sister was her only enemy (even though they still got along when she would bribe her) but she was completely unaware of this. Of what she was and who she really was but she had her friends who were like her.

"It wasn't my fault."

"I'm sure it wasn't."

"Stop acting like you're fifteen, especially when-"

"That never really got into anything."

"I'm sure it didn't."

"I have a boyfriend."

"Big whoop and I'm Sirius Black. You know, the guy who you were snogging in the empty classrooms until-"

"I know but it wasn't anything. It was just for fun and you were the guy every girl wanted to be with. I was there when you needed me. You and I used each other." Lies. Stupid, shite lies. Lies that are coming from my arse. Lies that we both agreed on. Lies that I want to stamp on the ground. Lies.

Sirius had pressed his lips against the young woman's when they heard footsteps come from the right. The young woman made no resistance against Sirius's attack on her lips but just went with it. Sirius licked her bottom lip which made her wrap her arms around his neck, her knee going up his leg until a bright light was shone their way. The young woman was surprised when Sirius lingered then pulled away to look extremely annoyed.

It dumbfounded her that Sirius didn't answer her when she had given him a choice. Which is why he agreed to have the lies seem like they were truths.

The young woman pressed her face into his chest then dropped a hand into his left pants pocket. She felt around until she felt the 'replacement' for her bust wand.

"It's dangerous out here now," the young woman heard, who she thought was, a policeman say to them. "Many deaths on the streets are occurring, especially at this time. Why don't you continue your...escapades...with your girlfriend elsewhere? Possibly at your home?"

"We were just coming back from a date, sir," Sirius replied, emphasising it by squeezing a place which hadn't received that since dating her current boyfriend. She felt her cheeks redden at the thought of her boyfriend knowing what she or Sirius had done. He would understand, right? He knew that they were going to have to risk things and even hurt each other. But what had just happened, between her and Sirius, was something that was happening for far too short of time but for far too many times for her liking. Her escapades, however, with her current boyfriend, was only good at getting the deed going but never to the end. She had to fake it to make sure that there wasn't going to be another argument about Sirius. Both of them had gone to the extent where they had pointed fingers saying that he or she had slept with another person. The young woman had never slept with another person but she wasn't too sure if he was telling the truth. If he was, she needed to backtrack as quickly as possible.

"Get on home now because we don't want to have anyone else dead this week. Do you two understand?"

"Yes, sir," Sirius replied and before the young woman could say something, Sirius was already dragging her away from the policeman with the wand in her hand. Sirius continued to drag her for a few blocks until they reached a road which had rows of houses on either side of them. Neither said anything but continued to walk on. The leaves under their feet were crunching as they continued to walk through the street however the young woman nearly tripped when Sirius suddenly stopped walking. He grabbed her but she quickly swatted him off when she realized where they were. She straightened her trench coat and sighed softly. In front of them was a huge mansion which may have been built during the late Victorian times. It had pillars by the huge metal doors which had replaced the wooden ones. The windows were huge which had huge curtains covering them but no one really came here. The side that was trying to kill them didn't know about this place but if they did, they were doing a good job on hiding and muggles couldn't see it.

"Love-"

"Sylvia." Sirius stared at her before raising an eyebrow. It had been years since Sirius called her Sylvia and it hadn't been often. After the countless arguments with her boyfriend she had rethought her relationship with Sirius. She finally came to the conclusion that he couldn't call her 'love' anymore or anything that symbolised their previous relationship. It's going to be hard.

"Sylvia, we have been ordered to go here by the Order. Everyone is here. Including Harrison."

"Oh thank Merlin he's alive," Sylvia sighed with relief.

"You're welcome by the way." Raising an eyebrow at him this time, she searched his eyes before getting on her toes and kissing him on the cheek. She did this to everyone but she knew that this was dangerous grounds she was going on. Her boyfriend, Harrison, despised Sirius and she knew that even if Sirius saved him from Voldemort or even killed him, Harrison wouldn't change his mind about Sirius.

Sylvia was sitting next to a mousy-brown haired young man with bright blue eyes. Her fingers were entwined with his as a red-headed woman with green eyes, called Lily, was standing up, telling everyone what had recently taken place. There had been over twenty deaths during the past week; all were done by people called Death Eaters, those who were part of Voldemort's army. Lily then went onto what had happened during the times that Sylvia was running, Sirius saving Harrison and what to do next. She felt Harrison's breath on her ear and she looked at him, slightly annoyed that he wasn't listening to a word that Lily was saying.

"What did you do with Sirius?" he asked. Sylvia rolled her eyes then looked back to Lily before having to pull her hand out of Harrison's as he was giving her a death grip. Her heart skipped a beat at what he said next. "Policeman."

She was caught. Big time.

"Let's talk about this later."

"You need a lot to explain about."

"No I do not. He thought we were in danger and-"

"Sil, you wanted to say something before this meeting ends right?" Lily asked, snapping both Harrison and Sylvia out of their argument. Sylvia nodded shakily then stood up, having to hold onto the table to try not to collapse. She didn't need the argument right at that moment. That was the last thing on her mind but she needed to tell them important information.

"Lately, Voldemort has gotten extremely stronger. His Death Eaters are starting to control the Ministry and all of the...order's...allies are now dead now. We have to make sure that we have a second plan to control this or else things will get out of hand. My wand was destroyed because of these Death Eaters. We cannot always count on Dumbledore because he has a school to look out for as well. My wand is now a bust-" Sylvia took her wand out, which was nearly broken in half, and threw it onto the table. "-because of Voldemort. We need to strengthen everything: our defences, our spells and maybe having to strengthen our relationships."

"I agree," she heard Sirius say. There was a round of agreements.

"If Sirius and Harrison don't work together then we're weak. I don't care how you try to look past your problems with the person you dislike the most, you will be put up with them for most missions starting from tomorrow-that is if you agree. Raise your hand if you agree." Sylvia looked around the room to find nearly everyone with their hand raised. The only ones who didn't were Harrison and a small, mousy-brown haired, blue-eyed man. Sylvia knew exactly why they didn't. "It's settled. We're going to have to do this. Dumbledore needs to be a part of this so can anyone reach him?"

"I will, after all, I need to discuss with him about what is the plan after this," a black haired woman with brown eyes announced.

"Very well Alice but bring Frank as well. You'll need backup just in case." Alice nodded.

Sylvia was on the verge of tears as Harrison was yelling at her. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why the hell do you insist on pushing the limits? Hmm?"

"It was a damn cover!"

"For what?"

"You would do the same damn thing if it were Rebecca-"

"Don't you dare go there!"

"Why the hell not? Are you admitting that you're sleeping with her or something?"

"It's not like you're getting done by Sirius yourself!"

"Oh my God. I am not getting done by him!"

"Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

Pain was going through her body as Harrison slapped her cheek. Tears suddenly started flowing as her hand went up to her cheek. She opened her mouth but quickly closed it. She looked at Harrison only to find him a blurry blob walking away from her. She watched as the blurry door opened, Harrison walking out of it then closed her eyes before she heard the door slam shut.

She was lying on her bed, shaking with fear whenever she heard footsteps near her door but they went away. It had never gotten to the point where physical violence had ended an argument but this time it did. Here she was, crying, shaking, wishing that someone would come in and cheer her up.

Sirius did.

Here is my first try at this. Criticism, ideas or anything would be great!

-mushroomzzz-