The following years after Hogwarts, Jane and I got married. It was hard to, considering that she was sort of a party girl once we graduated. A couple times she did or almost got drugged. But she turned out to be ok. After we got married, she calmed down a bit more, but every once and awhile would go out. In 1981 we decided that we wanted to have kids. We were married for three years, we might as well.

"Jane, I'm home!" I said walking through the door on the 7th of May. We had bought a small a few miles away from Hogsmead. It was a two story house, if you count the attic as a story. There was a kitchen, a living room, an office, and two bedrooms. We had the table in the kitchen since there wasn't an extra room. The office was for Jane. She wanted to be a Herbologist, but for the time being, she was a curse breaker. So people would send her their cursed objects and pay her to fix them.

"I'm in the kitchen!" she called. I went into the small kitchen. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, as it had been for awhile. I kissed her on the cheek and held her shoulders, looking at what was on the stove.

"Whatcha making?" I asked

"It's what Muggle's call Pena Ala Vodka." She took a piece on a fork and held it up, "Try it." I took the fork and placed it in my mouth. She looked at me, eagerly, waiting for my response.

She had been sensitive about her cooking ever since my mother found out I got married and came over for a visit. She criticized everything about our lives, right down to the scar next to her eye which her parents left. It was the last time her parents had hit her. The day we got back from Hogwarts in seventh year, I went with her to her house. We started packing her things. Her parents called her down, so she went downstairs. When I made my way downstairs she was on the floor, forehead bleeding, and her father standing over her.

"Wow, Jane, this is really good." I kissed her and sat down. She got two bowls of Penne Ala Vodka together and sat down across from me. There was a loud crash from the front of the house. I stood up and started walking but Jane told me not to.

"Don't. It's not a break-in this time." I looked at her, "A cursed Bludger that won't stop rolling around on tables." I sat down across from her as she continued her story, "Figured I should lock it in the office while I figure out how to stop it."

"Good, you should relax." She had been a little stressed lately. Sometimes in the middle of the night I would wake up and she wasn't there. I would go into the kitchen and she'd be sitting at the table with her head in her hands. She almost choked on her food as she went wide eyed and jumped back

"Oh Merlin, I can't believe I forgot!" she laughed and pulled something out of her pocket. "I found a Muggle doctor that can make sure if we're ready to have kids." I took the pamphlet

"Oh yeah, I've heard of those, they're called a therapist, right?" she laughed and shook her head

"No sweetheart. Therapists are for emotional stuff. This is an actual doctor that can make sure everything is in place." She leaned over the table and pointed to a certain line, "Actually read it, Sirius."

"Oh, ok. When are we going?"

"Well I'm going tomorrow and you're going Saturday. I'm sure everything's fine, this is just to get the facts and stuff."

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I walked up to the house late at night. I looked at the light on in the living room, mortified. The second I opened the door, I would have to face her eager expression. Having so much faith in me. I slowly walked in the door. The television was on, but Jane wasn't sitting in the living room.

"Sirius?" she called from the other room. I puffed out air

"Yeah, Jane I have to talk to you." She walked into the living room wearing the dress she got as a wedding present from Karen. We brought it on our Honeymoon. It was just a plain, short, black dress. "Shit," I muttered, "You still look bloody amazing in that." She laughed and walked over to me

"Thanks. How'd it go, as if I don't know the answer already." She laughed

"Look, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Let's sit down." She frowned and slowly sat down on the couch. I took my hands in hers. I opened my mouth to say something but she pressed her lips to mine. I tried to pull away, but she held on to me tightly. "Wait, wait, wait." I said when I finally pulled away

"What, you're not helping right now." I looked down at our hands, "Sirius, what's wrong?"

"Jane, I have to tell you something." I looked at her. Her blue eyes, which had been tired for about a month, were finally sparkling again, "Uh…"

"Sirius?" she put her small hand on my face, "What's going on?"

"Jane, I can't have kids."

"Really?" I nodded, "Oh."

"What do you mean, 'oh'?" I asked, she looked at me confused, "You just found out that you can't have what I know you want more than anything, and it's all my fault! How can you just say 'oh'?" she laughed

"Sirius, I love you. And, yeah, it sucks that we can't have kids, but… its ok." I gave her a confused look, she laughed again and moved closer to me, "And it's not your fault. And you know what; there are other ways of having kids."

"I love you so much." I said kissing her forehead, "How'd I get so lucky?" she laughed

"Look, I don't really care that we can't have kids. I still love you, and I always will." She leaned her head on my chest, "I guess it's just not meant to be