Her face haunts my dreams; her voice fills my head and makes my mind turn into a swirling ball of confusion. I try to keep her out; I try to focus my thoughts upon anything else. It's no use. She has made me hers unknowingly. I am hers. I am only hers…

XOXOXSNRXOXOX

We are at Grimmauld Place, we cannot think of anywhere else to go. I keep searching throughout the library for some clue, some small piece of information that could help us with this task Dumbledore put upon our shoulders. There is nothing. I see Harry becoming more frustrated every passing day. There is a dark storm brewing behind those once kind piercing green eyes. I fear for him, for his sanity. This war will change him; there is no doubt about it.

" 'Mione!" I hear a straining cry come from the back of the old library. I know it's Harry's voice. Hurrying I run along the huge rows of books until I come upon him. "Hurry and grab them before they fall…"

With a flick of my wand I levitate the stack of uneven books that had been hazardously stacked upon one another in his arms. I quirked my eyebrow at him, "Harry. Why didn't you use any magic?"

He scratches the back of his head in that oh so familiar fashion. "Well I just thought it would be best to try not to rely on magic. You never know when there may be a time… when. Well…" He begins to leave me; I can see him moving into his mind.

I carefully set the books down on a table nearby before moving over to him. Touching his shoulder gently I whispered, "Don't think like that, there is still hope." I know he doesn't believe me, I know I sounded doubtful to myself. I did hope though that he would take some comfort in those words however.

"Right, of course. Always hope. I'm going to go see what Ron is up to." He begins to walk numbly towards the door. "Will you start looking through those books? There might be something there."

"I'll get right on it," I state aloud. My voice sounds strained, my love of books seems to be diminishing, withering I guess from all of the unsuccessful research. I walk over to the old chesterfield and sat down gingerly, placing a small stack of the books he selected next to me.

As I flip through the pages my mind begins to wander, a bad habit I have begun to form. I think upon happier times, carefree, were all we used to worry about was whether or not we would pass the final exams. I chuckled at my own thoughts, when had we ever just worried about exams. Our lives had been an ongoing battle ever since that damned troll in our First Year. If there was one magic creature I could truly say I hate, it would be trolls.

I toss the first couple of books aside; again there is no mention of Horcruxes to be found. As I pick up the next book my thoughts turn to subjects other than those damned evil creations we search for. I daydream of what I would be doing at this very moment if Voldemort had never existed. Sighing I flip another page. Perhaps I would be reading a muggle novel while the boys complained about me being done with the assigned work already. A smile plays across my lips. I can see myself now telling them off for being lazy with their work.

Flipping the page once more I suddenly stumbled upon a few stray papers. Excitement courses through my body as I swiftly took them out of the book. My mind raced, Oh my god, please let it be important, please…

I delicately begin to unfold the first paper. The page is worn, and fragile; you can see that it is old. My eyes squint as they try to read the loopy print upon the page…

June 27th 19—

My Dearest Cousin,

I have been se…the place in which…object. Time is running…of that. My mother of….regards…dreadful.

I stare at the letter, what is being said? In the back of my mind I wonder if there is a spell I could use to decipher the letter. However before I do anything, my eyes drift down and see the back of an old photograph. I turn the photograph slowly, and as the image appears I see Sirius standing with his arms out. He is noticeably younger, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen years old. I am about to call for Harry when a young woman runs into the picture.

My eyes study her; she has long curly ebony locks, an hourglass figure. I can tell they are close as I watch her jump into Sirius' arms. It looks as if they are brother and sister, but of course that is impossible. My brain tries to think of anyone in his past that would match the young woman's looks. However, I can only think of one name. And that would be impossible.

A/N: Okay, tell me if you like it so far…or if you hate it. This is just something that has been floating around in my head for a couple of days. Review, let me know if it's worth continuing.