Something was off, she could tell. As her boyfriend, David Fletcher, kissed her neck against the wall of their common room she felt his eyes on her.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she opened her hazel eyes and saw his grey ones staring at them, a loathing and disgusted look on his face.

She didn't know why he was all of a sudden so interested in her and Colton. It's not like he didn't have a different girlfriend every two weeks.

Gently pushing Colton away, Logan tore her gaze away from him turning to her boyfriend of seven months.

"Colton, I have to go help James, Peter, and Sirius with their homework. Remus can't, he has prefect duties." She told him.

"Of course, love," Colton sighed, planting one last kiss on her neck and then one on her lips, "I'm going to head up to my dorm. I told Henry and Liam that I'd play a round or two of Exploding Snap before bed."

"Okay, night." Logan leaned up and kisses his cheek.

"Goodnight." Cody left up the stairs to the Gryffindor boy's dorms.

"Padfoot, Prongs, Wormtail," Logan plopped down on the sofa next between James and Sirius, Peter was sat on the other side of James, "still need help with that History of Magic essay?"

James smirked at his friend, "well Kit-Kat, I think the real question is whether or not Fletcher found whatever he was searching for on your neck."

He yanked playfully on the collar of her robes, "because he sure seemed to have left something."

"If you're taking about a hickey, Puppy-Love, then you are sorely mistaken. Colton left no such thing." Logan rolled her eyes.

"How do you always know when I'm lying?" James asked his best girl-friend. "It's slightly terrifying to be honest."

"Can you guys not?" Sirius exclaimed, bitterly. "We need to work on our essay."

"Why so 'serious', Paddy?" Logan chuckled at her own play on words.

"That joke got old after the first twenty times you used it today." Sirius glared at Logan. "Between you three and Moony I can't say anything without a 'Sirius/Serious' jab thrown at me."

"Oh," Logan smiles playfully, "does Paddy need an itch behind his ear scratched? Does he feel neglected? Maybe he needs a belly rub?"

Logan reached up and ran a hand through Sirius's shoulder length black hair and rested the other hand on his stomach . "Don't worry, Paddy-Cake, Logie loves you!"

"Shut up..." Sirius mumbles while batting Logan's hand away from his hair but leaving the other on his stomach

"You know you love me, Paddle Boat!"

•••

Summer before Harry's third year

•••

'Beep. Beep. Beep."

Logan woke up with a loud groan. She blindly slapped at her alarm clock and turned it off. With an angry sigh caused by her unwanted dream/memory, she got out of bed and slipped on a bathrobe before leaving her room and heading to Harry's closed door.

She knocked loudly on it while calling out, "Harry, it's time to get up! We have to get you to Molly's in an hour! The boys wanted to have a game of Quidditch before Charlie and Bill leave for work."

"I'm already up!" Harry's voice called from the kitchen.

"Well then." Mumbled Logan as she walks out to the kitchen.

Harry sat at the kitchen table, looking at the cover page of the Daily Prophet.

"Aunt Logan," Harry looked up at her, "who's Sirius Black?"

It was in that moment that Logan's heart felt like it stopped beating. "W-what do you mean?"

"This," Harry faced the newspaper toward his aunt, who's heart immediately dropped, "this paper says that he was my mum and dad's Secret Keeper. The one that betrayed them."

"Harry, just leave it be." Logan practically pleaded with her nephew. "Please."

"No!" Harry suddenly jumped up from his chair. "I want to know!"

"Go to your room." Logan said to him, ins deathly quiet voice.

"I will not!" Harry yelled. "I have the right to know! They are my parents!"

"Go to your room NOW!" Logan shouted, her temper overflowing.

Surprised at Logan's out burst and the distressed look on her usually cheerful face, Harry nodded slightly and hesitantly headed to his room.

Rushing forward as soon as the door to Harry's room shut, Logan snatched up the paper. On the front cover was a photo of someone she never wanted to see again. Sirius Black.

All in a rush, images from almost twelve years ago came back into her mind:

Getting word that there was going to be an attack at Godric's Hallow. Rushing there as fast as she could. Storming into the house, finding one of her best mates dead on the floor, his eyes glazed over. Crying while clutching to his cold body.

Remembering that Lily and Harry might still be alive. Rushing up the stairs and into Harry's nursery to find her twin sister also dead and her nephew/godson missing.

Finally collapsing to the floor and breaking down. Dumbledore eventually showing up with order members to 'clear the bodies'. Him telling her about Harry. Crying even more. Cursing the name Sirius Orion Black repeatedly.

With a loud, sobbing scream, Logan threw the newspaper across the room with great force.

Immediately after, racking sobs took over her body and she fell to her knees.

Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her. Opening her eyes quickly she looked and saw Harry. She then tried (and failed) to stop crying.

"Aunt Logan," Harry said quietly, "you need to talk to me."

"I'm sorry," she slowly composed herself, "I yelled at you and it was unnecessary."

"No," Harry sighed, letting go of his aunt, "I was out of line and that was unnecessary."

"It's time I tell you about Sirius Black..." She sighed while wiping away the remaining tears. "Isn't it?"

Harry nodded slightly, "I think so."

"Come on, then." Logan stood unsteadily with the help of her nephew, walked into the sitting room and shakily lowered herself onto the love seat.

Harry joined her.

"Gather round kiddies, it's story time!" She joked, trying to lighten the moods.

At hearing this, her nephew cracked a small grin.

"All right, the year was nineteen seventy-one and I had just met Remus and joined him in his compartment.

•••

September 1, 1971

'Do you mind if I sit with you?' Logan asked a sandy-haired boy in worn looking black robes. 'My twin sister decided to sit with her friend Severus, but he gives me an uneasy feeling.'

'No, of course I don't mind,' the boy smiled and Logan sat down, 'I'm Remus Lupin.'

'Nice to meet you, Remus.' Logan smiled. 'My name's Logan Evans. Are you a first year?'

'Yes,' Remus nodded, 'are you?'

Logan nodded yes.

After a train ride of talking, they got off and headed to the boats first years ride on. Seeing as Lily joined a boat with Severus, Logan decided to join Remus as he sat in a boat with a boy with black hair and glasses and a boy with shaggy black hair and a mischievous glint in his grey eyes.

'Hello!' The boy with glasses greeted the two. 'The name's James. James Potter.'

'And I'm Sirius Black!' The shaggy haired boy added.

'I'm Remus Lupin.' Remus smiled politely

'Logan Evans at your service!' Logan joked while giving a jaunty wave to the two boys.

The four conversed for most of the ride, until the grand Hogwarts castle came into view.

'No way...' Logan whispered in awe. She suddenly jumped and to get a better view.

When she did that from the sudden shift of balance, the boat lurched and flipped over, depositing the four eleven year-olds into the dark water of the lake.

•••

"And after that, we were the best of friends, including a small boy named Peter Pettigrew who the boys shared a dorm with." Logan recounted the story to Harry. "Eventually I guess Sirius gave in to the pressures of his family or something along the lines of that. The Blacks' were a prominent pureblood family who despised muggleborns and only tolerated half-bloods. They hated non purebloods, Muggles, and 'blood traitors' which your father was called. Blood traitors are purebloods who like Muggles and muggleborns. That's what some horrid people call the Weasleys, who you know are lovely people. Anyways, back to Black. He caved and gave up your parents and then he killed Peter and blew up twelve Muggles. The bastard is or was rotting in Azkaban with the dementors. I swear if I ever come across the low life, psychotic, murderous, arsehole again he'll be dead within the minute."

Little did she know an underweight scraggly black dog had slept on her porch the following night...