A/N: alright, this is for the oneshot I had promised DimFish months ago I would write. I'm sorry for the inexcusable delay. I've decided to turn the one-shot into a two-shot. hope you don't mind. I know you wanted fluff here, but there is hardly any in this one. but in the next part, I promise you'll get it in full force.

Now people, this is what COULD be the future to Black Frost. No one's saying it is or isn't. hope you enjoy it.

For DimFishLovesParamore!

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The Black household was in a state of chaos. Well, not so much the household as the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. There had been a death eater attack. The attack had taken place in the dead of the night. No one in the Order had been notified until the wee hours of morning when Remus Lupin had heard the news and immediately informed the Headquarters.

He had apparated directly to number 12 Grimmauld Place. As he stumbled over the umbrella stand, he called out to the first person, for whom he knew, this attack would matter the most.

"Sirius!" he called out in despair. "Sirius, come down!"

"What happened?" a voice called out groggily. But it wasn't Sirius'.

"Moody! Where is Sirius?"

"I'm here," Sirius groaned on one of the landings above. "What's the matter, Remus?"

Remus turned to find Sirius come into view on the top of the staircase.

"Sirius," Remus said hoarsely. "They attacked The Frost Mansion."

Sirius immediately froze, his hand in mid air. He turned pale. The Frost Mansion, The Frosts, Eva...

Once they had managed to get the entire Order together, Dumbledore held an emergency order meeting. Everyone was present, waiting for the instructions to be given. The Longbottoms had left their son with his grandmother and James Potter had arrived with his very pregnant wife. They were all worried and shocked as to why The Frosts had been attacked. They were a wealthy pure-blood family, with a rich history in the darker forms of magic. But it was Sirius Black who was having to be held down by a pair of hands.

"Why?" he snarled. "Why them?"

"I suspect Voldemort found out, about her alliances." Spoke Dumbledore, his eyes only for Sirius.

"What?" exclaimed James. "Alliances? Who are you talking about?"

"I'm afraid, Miss Frost decided she wanted to fight against the dark arts, unlike her family who elected to have a neutral stance. She has been providing us with vital information, information only she could provide us with. It seems Voldemort got wind of it. We need to-"

But Dumbledore was cut short by a sharp sound of a chair being drawn out. Before anybody knew, Sirius had stood up and left the house. James and Remus ran after him but before they could reach the door, Sirius had already apparated away.

Sirius Black arrived at the estate when the sun was just beginning to peek out. In the early light of the foggy morning, the mansion which once looked like a grey fortress now seemed to be an old and deprecated ruin. The grey stone had been charred to a sooty black while many sections of the building had been blasted away. It would've been doubtful to say that anyone could've survived such an attack. Proof of the identity of the assailants was the now slowly fading dark mark, which hung just over the place.

Sirius couldn't help but feel the helplessness creep into his chest. He wanted to shout out to her, but he knew it was of no use. He slowly stumbled towards the remains. He scanned the lifeless faces of the people that lay around him, but none of them belonged to her. There were a fair few of death eaters, which was proof of the fact that they had put up a brave fight, for her protection. He hoped against hopes that she still was breathing somewhere, somehow, just managing to keep herself alive. Anymore than that would've been wishful thinking. She would never let others fight her war for her; it was one of her attributes he once loved her for.

His steps froze as he came across a face, familiar yet horrifyingly unfamiliar. Blake Frost lay at his feet, once a cheery and joyful face now lay twisted in agony. It would've taken a fair few death eaters to bring him to this state and Sirius cringed at the image that formed in his head. But by the amount of death eaters that lay around him, it was obvious he would've been a tough one to take down.

Sirius quickened his pace after that, desperate to find Eva. He looked in room after room, hallways, corridors, but he couldn't find her anywhere in the war affected mansion. After thoroughly searching the building, he went on to search the grounds. And search the grounds he did. But still to no avail. The fear of her being captured, now entered his mind. The death eaters were on a rampage these days, and if they had on their hands a young woman of infinite knowledge and beauty, there were things they could and would do, which made Sirius' blood boil.

As he came near a dense patch of trees, his footsteps froze. He thought he heard a muffled cry of someone. His breath caught as he heard someone snarl.

"So, Frosty, thought you were clever, eh?" the voice said menacingly. Sirius' footsteps followed the voice.

"Thought you could hide in the thicket and no one would know? My, my, weren't we wrong. Bad decision, love. Now no one is there to hear you, even if you scream, at the top of your voice."

Sirius found Rudolfus Lestrange, bent over a woman. Her hair pulled over one shoulder as he sniffed the other. He had her up against a tree while he held her hands behind her back. Sirius felt a pot of boiling rage as he recognised the mop of curly black hair and pale skin, now covered with dirt and tears...

A/N: knowing how bad i've been lately, I know I don't deserve reviews. But still, if there is some kindhearted soul out there, do leave a review.