Ever since that day, Sirius kept to himself. He wasn't going to let himself fall for another woman only to be hurt again. Kaylee meant everything to him and she had died, because in a drunken frenzy, he had forgotten to use protection. They had wanted kids, but not then. Not while Kaylee was still sick. She had been suffering from a strange illness that she had picked up from a remote wizarding village in a far out area in the Sahara.

It caused her bones to become extremely fragile, her organs to become so delicate that an accidental nudge could bruise or even cut her and it caused her blood vessels to rip or tear very easily.

She had been getting stronger every day for the past month. Her bones were stronger than ever and her organs were back to normal, it was the blood vessels that were the problem. While everything else got better, they never changed.

When she was having the baby, while the baby was in the vaginal canal the umbilacle cord ripped and the blood vessels went hay-wire. While the C-Section was being performed they tore a pretty big vein, normally, they would have stitched it up and it would have been fine. No. The disease affected the vessels in such a way that, if cut, they would not re-form. They would stay seperate for good. Kaylee died from blood-loss.

As for the baby...it turned out that it wasn't the fact that it was too big to fit through the vagina. It was the umbilacle cord. It wrapped around the baby's neck. Kaylee pushing and the muscles contracting was pushing the baby down. It was hung by its own umbilacle cord.

Sirius had gotten letters from all his friends saying they were "sorry for his losses". They didn't understand that a simple piece of parchment and ink couldn't make the pain go away. It couldn't erase the cold, hollow feeling inside him. Nothing could.

Sirius stayed that way for months, only leaving the darkness of his house to get supplies that were essential for living. Food and drink. Thats all he got. The rest he made Kreacher get.

He never wrote to anybody anymore. No-one had heard from him since the funerals. He didn't write, he wouldnt meet up with them. His social life was non-existant.

Then he had a visitor. She gave him a shoulder to cry on, a friend in his time of need. She became his closest friend and the one who made him feel again. She came by every day with news of what was happening in the outside world, something that Sirius was touched by. He longed to know what was happening with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, to know if any of his friends had been killed.

One day she turned up pale and shivering. Her eyes were puffy and her face tear-stained. She walked past Sirius in a zombie-like trance and fell onto the sofa. He walked over to her, sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She cried into his chest for what seemed like hours and then pried herself off him. She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "They're dead Si. Voldemort killed my parents," she said, her voice low and dull.

Sirius was shocked. The woman sitting in front of him was the kindest soul he had every met. She was sweet, kind, caring and very beautiful. She didnt deserve something like this to happen to her. "I'm so sorry. You dont deserve something lik-," he was cut off by her pressing her lips to his. Her kiss was full of want but Sirius knew he couldnt take advantage of her while she was in this state.

He pushed her off and said "You have a husband, friends, a LIFE! Please, don't ruin that. I cant bare the thought of you winding up like me."

"Sirius, please. I need a distraction. I need to be able to focus on anything but the pain I'm feeling," she replied, pressing her lips to his again, this time with more force and passion.

When they came up for air, their lips were puffy and red. Sometime during the make-out session, Sirius had pulled her onto his lap. She could feel him underneath her and pressed down into his lap, making him groan in response. "Maybe we should take this upstairs?" Sirius said huskily. She nodded and he carried her up the stairs, sucking on her neck all the way up. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure coursing through her body. This was the perfect distraction.