Title: Broken Paradise
Author: -MyForever-
A/N: This chapter takes place in Harry's fifth year the day after they go back to Hogwarts after Christmas break. I'm really surprised I got this up this quick, two chapters in one day, but it's all thanks to the amazing review I had from Potterwatch, that reviewer spurred me on to give me a reason to write more, so thank you very very much.

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in the last chapter, I do not own anything but the plot, I may own more in later chapters, but anything you recognise I do not own. Also this is my own plot.

Lastly, this chapter is dedicated to my reviewer Potterwatch hope you like it!

Chapter: 2 - No Rest for the Wicked

The day dawned bright and cool, with a sharp breeze running through the air, and the few clouds in the sky hid the sunlight cooling the Earth down. Garden gnomes carried on their deepest ambitions to enter the Weasley's garden, house elves up and down the countries prepared breakfast for their masters, parents woke up wondering whether after only a day back, it was too early for them to write to their beloved children, however in one house sitting unnoticed in London, the sole occupant was not to appreciate the beauty of the day, did not have garden gnomes to worry about, did not have a house elf who cared enough for him to cook him breakfast and did not know what to write to the only person who was family to him now.

Sirius Black woke early and spent the hours before dawn sitting at the end of his bed with his head in his hands. It was the morning after the day when the house had emptied as if there was a fire. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George had gone back to school albeit Harry was a bit reluctant, and the Weasley's had gone back to the Burrow, the Professor's were back teaching at Hogwarts and the other Order members were off doing Order business, that he, Sirius Black was not able to do.

Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban prison after twelve years locked up inside and had gone straight to where he knew that the little rat (literally), Peter Pettigrew was staying, Sirius knew that Peter had betrayed Lily and James and he knew that Peter had faked his death the day when Sirius was captured, and it was time Sirius committed the murder he had been locked up for. He had found his best friend Remus Lupin and the boy he now loved as a son, Harry, and he wanted so badly for them to live together, but that was not meant to be. On the night when he could have been free, Peter Pettigrew got away again and using a Time Turner Harry and Hermione had gone back to help Sirius escape. After a year on the run, Sirius had finally settled down in his childhood home which held so many terrible memories, Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Hiding from the Ministry, the only thing he can do for the Order of the Phoenix was to offer his house for the Headquarters.

Together, Remus and Sirius had been looking for news of Elise, although any hope that Sirius had before he was captured had definitely disappeared now, but he felt he owed it to her memory. Sirius had been doing background, scouring the newspapers and Snivellus' reports from Death Eater meetings for any clues, while Remus and sometimes Tonks had been looking outside.

Sirius had heard Hermione's mutterings before they went back to Hogwarts that he was sad that they were leaving and he was being selfish because he wanted them to stay with him. And sadly, Sirius knew she was right. For the first time since his school days, Sirius felt he had a reason in life, to protect Harry and his friends, he had them to take his mind of things, he needed Harry, Harry was his lifeline, and without him Sirius felt he might just grow more reckless than he was before. Not to mention he had to worry about what Snivellus would do to his godson during the Occlumency lessons. Hoping against hope that Harry would use the two way mirror.

Moving over to his bedside cabinet, Sirius pulled out a small box which was covered in deep purple velvet, carefully opening the box he saw two rings, picking them out he twirled the two between his fingers. Sitting in the palm of his hands were his and Elise's wedding rings, which they had picked out on their last Hogwart's weekend when they were allowed into Hogsmeade, as was Elise, she only picked the most decorative and detailed which turned out to be one of the most expensive, but Sirius had his Uncle's money, and her parents chipped in on both hers and James' rings, so they had enough to pay for them.

Getting overcome with memories Sirius placed the rings back in the box and put it in the back of the pocket, remembering to place them in his jacket once he'd got dressed.

Sitting back at the end of his bed, his thoughts turned to Harry, his godson, the son he never had. Never had he felt this strong love for a person since the day he graduated from Hogwarts, Sirius knew that if the time arose he would die for him.

Hearing the front door open, Sirius knew that it could only be Remus coming into the house, as he was the only person who remembered not to knock when they came to the house. Quickly getting up he hastily dressed, remembered to place the purple velvet box in his inside jacket, and went downstairs to meet his best friend.

Remus looked a little worse for the wear, although it had been the full moon last night. Sirius' heart gave a pang when he reminisced about the fun the five of them used to have when they would turn into their animagus selves and run around with Moony once a month. Then remembered how, Elise had let Lily into the secret and trained her to become the brilliant snowy white unicorn that was her animagus, and Sirius remembered how, Elise was the first one of them to become animagus and had encouraged them when they felt they were failing by turning into her jet black eagle and flying around the room to show how much fun it was.

Suddenly a hand holding a mug of coffee was in front of his face, Sirius' eyes travelled up the arm to find Remus standing at the end of it, sipping his own mug. With a questioning glance, he took the mug from his hand and began to drink.

"You don't look that good; I figured you could do with wakening up a little." Remus answered with a sheepish smile, before occupying the chair opposite Sirius.

"You can talk Moony; it was the full moon last night."

"Yeah, well I've had this since I was six, so I'm used to it by now."

"And I've felt like this since I was 18, and had many sleepless nights in Azkaban thinking about it," Sirius' eyes darkened at the thought of Azkaban.

Hundreds of miles away, up in Scotland; Harry Potter was slowly awakening after another nightmare that had once again leaving him sweating. Hurrying to the communal bathroom he had a shower and got dressed for the day, and was ready waiting while Ron was still trying to drag himself out of bed, and while Neville still lay in deep slumber which was obvious due to his snores.

Bored of waiting for Ron who seemed to be taking an abnormal amount of time in the shower, Harry grabbed his books and took his bag down into the Gryffindor Common Room where he found Hermione was sitting on one of the large armchairs next to the roaring fire reading her Charms book.

"Hey Hermione." Harry sat down on the couch next to her placing his bag at his feet, waiting for the time when Ron would finally get downstairs.

"Hey Harry, you ok?" Harry rolled his eyes at the question. She thought he had been affected by the way Sirius had acted, well he didn't really interact with him over the last few days more like ignored him, and secretly it had, but he wasn't going to tell Hermione that.

"Yes, for around the hundredth time Hermione, I'm fine."

None of the trio knew about Elise Potter, none of the trio knew James Potter even had a sister, never mind a twin sister. They all felt that Sirius was been selfish in his ignorance, however they did not know that in a way they were right, but they were not correct in their reasons.

After a few minutes of silence, while Hermione finished her Charms book and Harry stared blankly into the fireplace wishing Sirius could appear and explain his actions to him; Ron wandered down the stairs with Neville, Seamus and Dean not far behind him.

"Morning, Harry, 'Mione."

"How many times Ronald Billius Weasley have I asked you NOT to shorten my name? I like my name; it's unusual and therefore does NOT have to be shortened!"

Laughing, Neville, Seamus and Dean backed away and started to make their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry, sensing that this would turn into another one of their great fights, joined Dean and went to breakfast with his other three roommates.

Ten minutes later and Harry had nearly finished his breakfast when Hermione and Ron entered the Great Hall. They seemed to have come to a truce as neither was speaking to the other and were both speaking over Harry to get things.

In the first lesson back – Defence Against the Dark Arts - Professor Umbridge gave them another lecture about how their O.W.L's were nearly upon them and they had better be getting their revision in early so they could get good results, although Harry already knew that everybody in the DA would get an O in the Defence O.W.L.

Yeah like we could ever get good in Defence when we only learn the theory. Harry muttered under his breath, Hermione sitting to the right of him kicked him hard in the shins for his impertinence and was silently praying that the old toad hadn't heard him, but luck was not on their sides that morning.

"What was that you just said, Mr Potter?" Professor Umbridge asked in her sickly, sweet voice.

"Nothing, Professor." Harry strictly placed the emphasis on Professor, once again hoping she had not heard the sarcasm and once again the winds were blowing the other way that day.

"I will not tolerate your impertinence in this classroom Mr Potter. Detention tonight 7pm. Now please let me go on teaching this class."

Hardly teaching though is it? Once again Harry received a kick in the back of his shins, however this time from Ron who was sitting on his left.

"That will be a weeks worth of detentions Mr Potter, and I want no excuses that you cannot be there because of Quidditch practises or any other stupid things you take part in on your evenings, but oh yes, silly me, you are only allowed to take part in Quidditch at the moment, aren't you Mr Potter?" This time it was Umbridge's turn for emphasizing and all the members of the DA sitting in the classroom had their heart missing a beat.

"Yes, I understand clearly Professor, I can only take part in Quidditch and there are to be no excuses for missing any of your detentions."

"Very well, Mr Potter, and now we look to the last chapter of our textbooks."

An hour later and the trio were heading down to Potion's class.

"But Harry what about Occlumency? Don't you have those lessons on a Monday evening?"

"Snape told me that they would begin next Monday so I just need to try and hold my tongue in Umbridge's lessons as I'm sure Snape won't let me miss an Occlumency lesson, but Umbridge won't let me miss a detention either."

"Well, it'll do you good to learn to hold your tongue in that class." Hermione shot back at him, surprisingly cold.

That evening after managing to complete half of Umbridge's eight foot essay on their thoughts on the textbook they had been reading for Defence and the theories inside it, and still having to complete Snape's ten foot essay on the Potion they had been brewing today, he made his way to his detention in Umbridge's office, which Ron had now labelled as the torture chamber.

"Enter," came the sweet, high voice from inside the office, when Harry knocked heavily on the door, it was then followed by a sickly sweet Sit, and You know what to do.

Seven hours later, and it was nearly 2 am in the morning, and Harry was finally relieved from that night's detention, his hand had bled freely since the moment the quill had touched the paper and stupidly he had forgotten to bring a cloth with him to wrap his hand up. Holding his hand to his chest, ignoring the growing puddle of blood on his shirt, he kept his head down and his eyes and ears wary and mad his way quickly back to the Gryffindor common room.

For one of the first times, Hermione and Ron had not waited up for him and the common room had long since emptied. Knowing that he would not have enough time tomorrow to complete that day's homework, he settled down at one of the desks in the corner and set to work on his Defence essay. At half three he finished the essay and tiredly pulled Snape's essay out of his bag to finish it. At six he still had two feet to go, but knew that he couldn't get the last two feet done anytime else, so stayed up working and managed to convince Hermione when she came down that he had been to bed but had just woken early. Noticing the now dried blood across his hand, chest and table, she quickly cast a Scourgify charm on them and apologised profusely for not being there when he came back, but she had been very tired.

Throughout the day Hermione had to keep nudging him to keep him awake, but did allow him to sleep through History of Magic, however it was only a single lesson, so did not help him overcome the lack of sleep whatsoever. Ron persuaded Hermione to let him sleep through lunch and they brought him a sandwich to eat before they made their way to Defence class. There Professor Umbridge gave him another detention for nearly falling asleep in class, so it meant his Saturday night was not free either.

Something Sirius had said to him, a couple of days after they got back to Grimmauld Place for Christmas came back to him, and he smiled at how much the phrase could be used at this present time. There's no rest for the wicked.

A/N: Once again thank you for reading, and please review. As you can see from my A/N at the top, reviewing really gives me self confidence and encouragement to write quicker. Anyway, the next chapter should be up within the week. Thanks once again!