Disclaim: I do not own the characters only the plot. The only characters I own are Shara Blackwood, Darren Cateralette, June Patiger, Aveck Octenge, Jacob Snowteshn, Suesanna Ovente, Alecsis Bourdete, Aorn Blackeden, Paul Crowe, Julien Haventel, Aaron Kalin, Jessica Fornet, Akasha Engle, and Sally Blance.
Warnings: Language

Note: I have two people up to this point who added my story to Story Alert. Thank you Lily Iva Evans, and ficlover08 for adding this. I am sorry for the delay but I was a bit lost on how to go on. Enjoy! This is for you two!

Chapter four
Halfbreeds, celebrations, and new commitments.

It was December holidays. The day previously people went home for Christmas. Except... "Sirius have you seen the billboard in the common room this morning?" Severus asks as Sirius leaves the bathroom after a shower. "No, why?" Sirius asked. "There is a half breed party tonight in the great hall and some of us including you are invited." Lucius informed him. "Oh, so in other words I have to act all posh and proper tonight in shadow veela form dressed up and everything?" Sirius said sceptically. "Yes that is the general idea." Said Narcissa settling down neatly. "Great…just awesome! Exactly what I need." Sirius grumbled. Regulus watched the exchange curiously before asking questions. "Can I go?" Sirius looked around to see Regulus looking innocently up mat him. "Yes I supposed you do fall under the category of halfbreed." He said thoughtfully. "Oh yay! I get to go with!" Regulus cheered. Narcissa smiled and stroked his soft black locks as he jumped for joy. Looking at Sirius she saw he was looking with a wistfulness at Regulus. 'Hmm....I wonder why that looks come up. Could Sirius be regretful of something? I'll have to ask Lucius to investigate.' she thought as she closely watched her cousin. "Lucius, come with me I would like a word." commanded Narcissa. The boys in the room ooohhh'd in malice as Lucius left in a dramatic fashion, with the appearance of a man about to die. As soon as the door swung shut Narcissa lead Lucius in to the deserted common room. "Alright Cissa, I give up what did I do wrong?" Lucius said dreading his doom. "You did nothing. It's what you will do that's important." she said mischievously. "Oh dear....my beloved...I do not like it when you smile like that. I know that look Cissa! No! No! Narcissa no!!!!!!" Lucius howled.

Sirius sat on his bed contemplating life. Life, he determined, was just there...Seriously....they just existed. Love might have been real as emotion, but life? Death was embarrassing. As you lie dead a number of people bathe and clothe you and possible hurt your body if they are so prejudiced to you. Sirius laughed madly as he thought deeper into it. 'When we die we just are gone. No judgement of the soul, no meeting of whatever God is coming for us. No paramount of importance in our life after death. We just go and never realise we are gone. Like being aware of yourself but seeing only black and being incapable of moving. Incapable of thinking. Pure bliss you get only from dreams of blackness surrounding you. Why were we born then? Why did our parents allow us to be born? But if we weren't born we would never have known peace and love, or the pleasures of the food and drink, or of the skin. Life is puzzling.' Sirius concluded. 'Still I'd rather be alive than dead.' "Sirius! Sirius come on we are going to be late!" Regulus yelled as he came rushing in. "Hmmm...? OH! Oh yes, I'm coming." Sirius said. 'Yes, definitely alive rather than dead.'

The dance was lively, (excludes the vampires........who were there but not alive. LOL gettit?), every one was cheerful. There were over twenty two creatures in Hogwarts. Three werewolves, six vampires, two shadow veela, five normal veela, six high elves and others who were unidentifiable. One of these beauties caught his eye......Shara Blackwood. He had know her for years, and was infatuated with the beautiful vampire. She was shorter than him, with blond hair and grey/violet eyes, her skin traditionally pale, she wore a silken outfit of white lose trousers to her ankles and golden strapped sandals, a white blouse with exquisite lace and bead work. She was the picture of an angel. Her soft golden locks fell in a childs curls around her face. her blood red lips parted to show three sharp teeth on either side of her mouth. She was smiling at me. Darren, her donor walked behind her sporting new bites on his neck and face. He was small, slender for a boy, his black hair was cut short leaving a halo of hair around his head. Brown eyes that sparkled with mirth and knowledge beyond his years. He was her assistant; he guarded her coffin in the day, gave her his blood willingly, did chores for her as she slept, and went to lectures for her then recited them for her so she could do her homework which he brought for her. She had found him over the summer before her first year determined not to allow Dumbledore to chose a student. Next year Darren would become a student at Hogwarts. Though he would start at Shara's level. "Hey Sirius. How are you? Long time no see." Shara purred.
"Hello Shar, I am well thanks. I see you are well fed tonight."
"Oh yes! Thank you for noticing!"
"Did you get your fangs polished? They look wonderfully healthy. Not that they aren't always healthy."
"Yes, I got them cleaned and checked by my nurse." She playfully nudged Darren in the side. He giggled softly,
"Imagine that. Me in a nurses dress......" The three of us fell into a fit of giggles at the mental image.
"Yeah, that'd be a sight to see."
"You would like to see Sirius! You filthy monster!" Shara laughed at her companions tease, as did Sirius and James who had been near by enough to hear. "He got you there mate!" James poked. Soon they were all in peals making crude jokes about Sirius's masculinity. "Well I had best be off. My maker is over there waiting for me." Shara said. "See you guys later!" Darren called back as he hurried after Shara. "She's something eh Sirius?" spinning around Sirius came face to face with his father, a kind, healthy man. He was taller than Sirius with long black hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, his grey eyes spoke of mischief that lurked behind his otherwise gentle demeanour (Never trust a 30 something man! Character is based on my dad).

He was kindly and wise,
a gentle old man like the kind you never despise.
(Doctor Zeus is getting to me. *Starts growing whiskers* ROFL)

"Yeah, she is really pretty isn't she?" Sirius admitted. "Hmmmm....why not go meet her maker?! Yes, that's a good idea!" Orion cheered. "NO! A bad idea if there ever was one!" Sirius exclaimed. "Why not? He looks friendly." Looking over they watched as he licked blood off his fingers having punctured Darrens neck. "Yeah....real friendly...." James said looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there. "Goodluck mate!" He said before running off. "Goodluck dad!" Sirius said running after James. "Children....when will they learn not to judge books by their covers." Orion said sadly before going to talk to Shara's maker.

A/N I know it's short but I am recovering from a trialsome experience. I will update just as soon as I can! School, mother, friends, and other relations..........Please leave me in peace!!! Please people, Review! It isn't that hard! Just take one or two minutes to comment!

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