Prologue:
Adalia sat watching the television screen. A news report flashed on showing
a picture of none other than the elusive Sirius Black. Adalia stared at the
screen still not sure she was comprehending what she was seeing. So many
things had happened to him through the years. She knew he was innocent.
They had been looking for him ever since he had escaped and she had just
heard from a letter from Dumbledore what had happened to him. He was dead.
Her eyes filled with tears as she sat back in her chair. The news reporters
had not gotten wind of this and were still randomly flashing his picture up
on the screen every few days.
When she saw the picture up again, with Sirius's face so hollow, his hair
long and tangled. She sighed. This was not the Sirius she knew. This was
someone else.
Every bone in her body ached as she thought back to her days at Hogwarts.
She closed her eyes and rested her head back on the large comfortable
armchair. Before long she was drifting off into a soft sleep.