Altair looked up at the sky. It was night time, and his brothers and sisters were out and shining. He wished he was back up there: this world was not very good. He'd lived here when he was a babe, and he'd hated it then- what made him think it would be any better now? "I miss you," he said to his brothers and sisters. "I want to come back, I really do, but it's going to be hard…No Babylon candles, but maybe a Portkey would work…" Footsteps came from behind him.

"Altair?" It was Sirius Black. "I thought you'd be up here."

"Yes?" Altair replied, nearly glaring at the older man. He didn't, but it was close.

"I heard Albus wants you to teach," he said, settling down by the star. "You think you can do it?"

"I can try," he said softly, "and I'll need to work, anyway, as I don't think there's much chance of me going home."

"You really like it up there, huh?" Sirius said, gazing upwards. "When I was a kid, before my parents hated me, my dad used to tell me stories. 'Sirius,' he used to say, 'You have the name of a star, like all the Blacks before you.' And then he'd tell me about how Percival Black had saved a female star from the clutches of some Muggleborn witches who wanted to eat her heart to stay eternally young. Estelle, that was her name. He'd tell me about how the Blacks had sworn an oath to help a star whenever they could, and this oath was passed down by blood to this very day. It was my favourite bedtime story, you know."

"What happened to Estelle?"

"She fell in love with Percival and gave birth to his child, Yvonne."

"That sounds nice," he said with a smile.

"It was her talents that brought out the dormant Shadow Powers in the Black family line," he said softly. "I never learnt the Powers- it never came naturally to me. My brother, Regulus, however, understood the powers. That's why Voldemort wanted him so badly. And he got him. My baby brother died years ago."

"You must miss him."

"Not really. We weren't close when we were kids, and then he joined the Death Eaters…We met in battle, Altair. It's hard to see someone you love injured, but even harder to know someone you're friends with caused it…"

"I know," he said softly in reply.

"I'm your Godfather, you know," Sirius spoke quickly. "If you want, if you can't get home, you could, you know…live with me."

"I would like that," he replied, with a small smile. "I would like that a lot."

Silence fell, and they sat and watched the stars for a while more before Sirius spoke. "You should get to bed. I know it's night, but you're going to be teaching soon. And if you need any help, I'm here for you." Sirius brushed down his robes and turned to walk away.

"Thank you," Altair said suddenly. "For everything."

"My pleasure," replied his godfather, and he left, leaving Altair alone, staring up at the sky, wondering…Was it possible I could like it here after a while?

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