A/N: Each chapter of this will be totally unrelated apart from it being a little dark. Hope you like it.

If pushed he'd probably admit that he'd enjoyed corrupting Hermione. He'd done everything necessary to protect their unborn child. And that had all come about because he'd been forced into killing Regulus. His father was convinced that Regulus didn't mean his Death Eater vows, and like a scared child Sirius had gone along with everything he was asked to do. He wished he hadn't but he had. It had been the most gruelling thing he'd ever had to do. There had been something about watching his younger brother flail, trying desperately to draw breath but only inhaling water that had been satisfying. He hated himself for feeling that satisfaction, and he didn't have anyone he could talk to except Hermione. Only he'd been warned that if he ever so much as spoke a word to anyone ... so instead of talking, in his grief, he'd kissed Hermione, and of course one kiss became another which became another until ...

Sirius shook his head and scratched his eyes. Hermione hadn't said no to him, not once. Even when her family had kicked her out, determined that she should have her baby in secret, she had still clung to the belief that Sirius would rescue her, and indeed he had. It had been so easy to spring her from a Muggle convent that he almost laughed. The other girls there wouldn't find it anywhere near so easy to get out. Things would have been okay if they'd just kept moving but the problem was money. Hermione had been the one to suggest robbing a Muggle bank, and Sirius had had to concede that it did make sense. There was no possible way that they'd have been able to break into Gringotts without detection. But a Muggle bank ... well that would work perfectly.

Only it hadn't. The security guard, having realised that something was up before they'd even so much as approached the counter, maybe he'd recognised them as the runaways that were gracing the Muggle news, he didn't know, but this guard had opened fire on both of them. Sirius had thrown up Shield Charms as quickly as he could, but he just wasn't fast enough. Hermione had crumpled to her knees, her hands clutching her bump, howling in agony. Sirius had fired off several Avada Kedrava's at the guard, hitting him but feeling no satisfaction in his death. He could see Hermione growling paler as blood stained her clothes, tears streaming down her face.

"You have to let me go," she whispered. Sirius reached for her and held her tightly as she slowly slipped away from him. He heard familiar popping noises as Aurors appeared around him, and gently lowering Hermione's lifeless body to the ground Sirius drew his wand and prepared to duel. He knew it was likely that he would die, but he didn't care. Hermione was gone, their child was gone, he had nothing left to live for. If he was going to die he was going out fighting, taking down as many Aurors as he could with him.

A/N: What did you think?