AN: This is a bit of a prologue to my story that most felt I needed. I'd like to think that this has enough of what was lacking in my original chapter one to give you all a firm footing while I try this again. It goes without saying, if you recognize it, i don't own it.

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Sirius black sat at his desk in his private study, a bottle of Ogden's Finest and a glass of ice reflecting the firelight, a candle flickered a bit over his paper. He set his dicta-quill up and started speaking from the heart as he stared a picture of four boys in their Gryffindor robes hamming it up for the camera.

"You never did get over the trust issues, did you? You never were willing to accept that others made mistakes and that there's such a thing as forgiveness. You were more than just the brains of our little band of miscreants, you were our brother. You know what you meant to me and I will never forgive you for taking that away."

He huffed and sat the glass down a little too aggressively, causing it to crack. Two flicks of his wand later and the vessel was repaired and his drink was refilled.

"You missed out on getting to know Harry. He was only a toddler when you left, Remus. I swear he's gotten the best bits of all of us. He's as smart as Lilly, as suave as James, he's as cunning as you on your best days, and he's got the fire in his eyes that I once saw in my own reflection. There's been no revenge sweeter than the day Harry was sorted into Slytherin. Snape almost quit on the spot."

He chuckled at the memory looked up in a moment of quiet reflection.

"Reggie says he's a shoo in for head boy if he keeps up with his studies. You know the hat said Slytherin, but he's a Ravenclaw if I ever knew one. He's really taken after his Uncle Moony in that regard...you always were an eagle who wore red."

He swallowed hard,

"Between Harry and Draco, there's not much out there that I don't think they can do. For years, they have been one and two in the class. They have pushed each other towards greatness since they were three. No, Harry and Draco don't have quite the same talent for pranks we did, but those two...those two will change this world Remy. "

A tear traced down his cheek

"I just wish you were still here with me to see it"

He stopped and read what had been written. With one last draw from his glass, he took the parchment and held it over the candle, watching it catch fire and burn to ash.

"Fourteen years you've been gone Remy, I still miss you. The changes I've made since you've been gone are for the better I think. I just wish...I wish I could have had just one more night"

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AN: So there you have it, I started with a question "What if Sirius were more serious?" and this was born. I hope you all enjoy. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, but at the end of the day as long as you don't gouge your eyes out after having read my work, then I'm happy.