(Moss here. Yay! My first Harry Potter Fanfic! When I was writing this, I was on the verge to tears for Sirius :( R&R! Enjoy the story! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd get as much Pumpkin juice, Butterbeer and Chocolate frogs as I could! Sadly, I can't :( I do own Azalea Evans Black though. Hope you like her story as I go back to when she was younger up until she dies...)

Prologue

"Today, Azalea Evans Black died. She sacrificed her life for Lily and James Potter and their son, Harry." Dumbledore announced loudly to the members of the Order of the Phoenix at 12 Grimmauld Place. Every member was seated in a chair at the long table, each trying to hold back tears, or already sobbing.

Sirius gripped James's hand tightly, tears forming in his eyes, his vision blurring. Like Azalea's did when she was dying...

"She was a loving sister, a great wife, and a friend to all of us." Dumbledore breathed heavily, discontinuing his speech. "Lily, you may speak."

She stood up from her chair next to James, saying, "She died bravely. For me, James, and little Harry. She shouldn't have died to day at the hands of Voldemort... I should have. I know it." Lily burst into tears, sobbing into her hands that now covered her face.

"Azalea had a way of changing fate. We all know that." James said, his voice echoing in the dining room as he stood up. "That's our Azalea, our flower."

Remus, who was sitting next to Sirius, didn't stand up from his seat, but instead entwined his fingers together, crouching in his seat, looked at the floor and said, "Now... we must learn to live without that flower. We all have to move on, no matter how difficult it is."

"How can I get over her death?!" Sirius shouted, standing up from his seat. He leaned on the long table until his head was close to Remus who was on the other side. "What is wrong with you, Remus? Got whacked in the head? SHE WAS MY WIFE!" The tears that had been forming in his eyes now streamed down his face like rivers.

"I did not get whacked in the head, mind you." Remus said quietly, not daring to look Sirius in the eye. "My head is perfectly fine."

"Then do you want me to whack it for you?!" Sirius shouted, standing on the table as he picked up his chair.

Just as Sirius was about to throw it at Remus's head while he was filled with grief, Dumbledore yelled, "SILENCE."

At once, Sirius lowered the chair, now appearing ashamed. "Dumbledore, I don't know what got over me."

"It's the sadness and grief that's overwhelming you. Here, have some tea."

Dumbledore slid a cup of tea over to him, and Sirius poured it into his cup, drinking some. Gulping, he said, "Thanks."

"Your quite welcome." The Head Master said, a small smile played upon his lips. I'm talking like I do with first-years. he thought. These people are 20 years or older.

Silence followed and stayed that way for a long time. No one knew what to say. As soon as Sirius put down his cup, Lily broke the silence.

"Dumbledore, may I share a memory of my sister?" she asked determinedly.

"Of course, my dear."

Lily walked up to the front of the long table, where Dumbledore was. "When we were 5, we all made a promise..."

(Next chapter is of course about the promise. I'm almost done with that. Please no flames! I hope you guys like it :) What was that promise...?)