I'm usually a HG/DM shipper fan, but I'm going out on a limb to try and write SB/HG. I really love the character of Sirius so I'm writing this ship, even though I know not many people read it. I hope you just test it out and tell me what you think. Check out my other fic too, Love is Just a Game.

THANKS!

BTW not a one shot! This is just the introduction

To Love a Marauder

On the night of June 22nd, the outside of the massive Ministry of Magic seemed normal and undisturbed. The building looked as it did everyday, and the grounds outside were quiet. Nothing could have made this night appear to be any different from the rest aside from the cries of a red feathered phoenix that were heard in the distance.

However, many cases in history can vouch for that fact that appearances are usually quite different from reality. Inside the Ministry this evening was a raging battle, one that would later live on to be the confirmed return of the dark,cunning and evil Lord Voldemort. The outside walls of the Ministry were deceptive, as they hid shambles of the rooms that lay inside. Out of all the various rooms in the Ministry, The Hall of Prophecies was in the worst condition. The floor was coated in layers of broken glass and collapsed wooden shelves were stacked to the heavens. Amidst the wreckage, a few bodies were scattered about on the floor, all were black cloaked figures that wore silvery masks to cover their guilt trodden faces. The room, aside from the ruins and bodies, was now empty. The fight had moved itself to a different room, one that contained the Veil.

"Don't give it to him, Harry!" Neville Longbottom yelled, ignoring the wand Bellatrix Lestrange was prodding into his neck. Harry Potter, the boy who would not die, stood in the center of the room. Surrounding him, his friends Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Neville, and Luna were each held tightly by a Death Eater. In front of him, Lucius Malfoy had his hand outstretched, awaiting the Prophecy Harry held to be placed into it. Harry furrowed his brow, trying to ignore his pounding heart.

"Potter, I am getting a bit impatient with you. Hand me the prophecy now or you will watch as all of your friends are killed," Lucius hissed. Harry felt sweat begin to drip from his forehead as he looked around the room at his friends. Ron was wincing at the grip his captor was exerting onto his neck. Hermione was biting her lip furiously, trying to ignore the foot that was stomping on hers. The others all held a similar reaction, one of pain and uncertainty. He couldn't stand to watch those who forced their company on him to be killed. He couldn't do it.

"Fine, take it you great git," Harry growled as he extended his shaky hand, dropping the glittering orb onto Malfoy's palm. Lucius formed a smirk on his pointed pale face in light of his victory.

"Why, thank you Potter. I'm glad you have come to your senses," Lucius said, giving Harry a curt nod.

"Now let my friends go, Malfoy," Harry demanded, gripping tightly onto wand. Lucius scoffed and made a clicking noise with his tongue.

"Silly boy, did you really think I'd just let them go? Did you forget what we are? We are Death Eaters and be damned if you would so foolishly put so much faith in us," Lucius let out a sinister laugh.

"You filthy lying scum!" Harry yelled, brandishing his wand at full staff. Lucius shook his head and raised his cherry colored wand as well.

"Watch your language, Potter. It would truly be a pity if your last words were a string of unthoughtful curses," Lucius hissed as he twirled his wand in his hand.

"Don't you dare tell my Godson to watch his language you fucking bastard," a new voice said from behind Lucius. Harry saw Lucius' eyes grow wide in subtle fear as he turned around swiftly to face the unknown man.

"Ah, dear Sirius, charming as always I see?" Lucius droned as he saw his company, his voice laced with sarcasm. Harry's mouth was gaping at the sight of his godfather, standing before him.

"Wonderful job holding up Harry, but I think I'll take it from here," Sirius called over Lucius' shoulder, throwing Harry a wink. Before Harry could respond, Sirius had thrown a curse at the elder Malfoy, causing Lucius to stumble backwards, the Prophecy slipping from his hands and landing with a crash onto the floor. Lucius opened his mouth in horror at the broken orb,curinsg loudly. Ignoring the broken sphere, Harry smiled broadly at his godfather, hoping to get a chance to speak with him, but that wish was cut short when Aurors from the Order began Apparating onto the scene left and right. Remus Lupin had turned up next to Harry, nudging him out of the way.

"Harry, take your friends and get out of here! This isn't going to be pretty!" he grunted, shooting jets of light at an approaching Death Eater. Almost instantly, the Death Eaters that had held his friends captive had released them and were engaging in fighting the members of the Order.

"C'mon everyone, we have to go NOW!" Harry yelled, waving his arm, beckoning the young wizards and witches to him. He saw his friends attempting to run to him, avoiding the flashes of light that were flying everywhere. The group found their way safetly to Harry, pausing to catch their breath.

"Everyones here mate, let's go," a panting Ron said after a few seconds. Harry nodded and looked at the group quickly making sure Ron's observation was correct, but a sharp pang was felt in Harry's chest when he saw one of them was missing.

"Where is Hermione?" he asked. The others looked around them, confusion on their faces.

"I thought she was with us!" Ginny exclaimed. They all turned around, looking at the battle waging on in front of them, hoping to spot Hermione's brown, bushy hair. Harry's attention was soon drawn away from locating Hermione to the biggest fight that was occurring by the Veil. Sirius and Bellatrix were in a heated fight and neither seemed as if they would retreat until on of them would end of dead.Sirius was throwing every hex and curse he could think of against Bellatrix Lestrange, whose cackling could be heard throughout the room.

"Why Cousin, you are as pathetic and weak as the teenagers you seem to be trying so hard to protect!" she laughed menacingly as she avoided another one of Sirius' curses.

"And you are as ugly and horrid as you've ever been, you nasty wench," Sirius spat back, throwing an impressive spell at her, causing Bellatrix to fly backwards. Seeing the state of Bellatrix, Sirius began sprinting over to a pile of rocks, blasting away anyone that stepped in his path.

"What do you reckon Sirius is doing? Is he mad?!" Ron yelled. Harry had no idea what Sirius was running so wildly for, with such determination on his face. Looking over to the rocks where Sirius was headed, he recognized a tuft of brown hair that was barely visible over one of the boulders.

"Hermione's over there, by the rocks!" Harry proclaimed as realization dawned on him. Forgetting his senses, he began dashing over to the stones. He could see Bellatrix rising from the floor out the corner of his eye. She looked as if she would kill the first person to walk in front of her as she quickly swirled into black wispy smoke and landed next to Sirius.

"Trying to help the Mudblood are you?" she yelled at him. Sirius saw her raise her wand in fury, his eyes bulging. Harry knew Sirius must have expected what would be coming out of her wand shortly as he leaped and dove sideways in front of the trembling Hermione.

"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix bellowed and a jet of green light erupted out of her wand in Hermione's direction. Sirius' soaring body got the blast of the spell as he fell to the ground. Harry had finally reached him, but it was too late.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, reaching down to him, shaking his shoulders. A serene look graced the dead man's face as Harry's shakes became weaker.

"See you around, Potter," Bellatrix scoffed with an evil grin creeping onto her face as she disappeared from the room.

"No...Please…Sirius!" Harry fell onto his knees; his face covered in tears. He wrapped his arms around the man's body, pounding his fist onto Sirius' chest, in anger that he had left him all alone in the world.

"We have to go Harry!" the booming voice of Lupin said from behind him.

"I won't leave him! I can't!" Harry yelled, his voice cracking. Lupin swallowed a gulp in his throat as he fought the urge to drop to the ground to cry with Harry at the site of his best friend dead. He reisisted , knowing the danger they were in, and grabbed Harry's flailing body, trying pulling him back. Harry's screams pierced the ears of the other Death Eaters as they all turned around to see Harry fighting Lupin's restraints. The loud crack of another apparition was what brought the memorized wizards and witches out of their stupor.

"Dumbledore," Lupin whispered as he saw the figure of the man appear beside him. Harry didn't bother turning around to view the entrance of the Headmaster. Nothing else matteredat that moment in time except him staying right here with Sirius' body. However, at that same moment the other Death Eaters seemed to have noticed that a fight with Dumbledore was not on the menu and they began to Dissapparate.

"Let's go Harry," Lupin said softly, pulling Harry back from his godfather's lifeless body. Harry let out another body racking sob as he let Lupin drag him away.

The action slowly ceased in the room, as Harry's friends all ran over to him, holding him in a large embrace. The Aurors put their heads down in a respectful bow, clearly shaken by the death of a great man faithful to the Order, and Harry's hero. Only the old eyes of Albus Dumbledore noticed the small shape of Hermione Granger in the corner bent over Sirius' body, spilling buckets of tears all over the man, and grasping on tightly to his collar as if trying to bring him back.

"Don't leave me, Sirius" Hermione begged quietly, looking pleadingly into the lifeless eyes of her one and only love.