"What happened then?" Harry asked, appalled that Sirius ended the story there, "Did you kiss her? Did you tell her that you were in love with her?" He needed to know what had happened between the two.

Sirius gave a sad sigh, "No, unfortunately not. There was this first year who was constantly hanging around me, her name was Abigail I think. She burst into the kitchen and got really mad at Tamina for talking to me, that girl was a miserable presence." He proceeded to point at the picture, "This was taken early on in my relationship with Kylie, James had hoped to show me that there was no way I could ever move past Tamina and he was right."

"So…" Harry paused, "When did you finally tell Tamina how you felt?"

Sirius paused for a second, he looked over Harry's shoulder at the wall. He was lost in thought, the much younger boy grew uncomfortable not willing to break Sirius out of the memories. Finally he seemed to realize that Harry was still there, "I waited years, I first realized that I loved her when we were in the dining hall, third year." He gave a soft smile, "Tamina had trouble sleeping, she had good days where she would be fine and then bad days where she just couldn't sleep. I was the only one who could calm her down to sleep, so the night before had been a bad day and she was explaining the concept to your mum. Tamina said that I was the only one who knew how to deal with her. That was when I knew that I loved her.

"It seems so simple, it was a casual conversation. She had even said it before, hell I had said it before. For some reason, right in that moment, it hit me. Everything suddenly made sense." He looked at Harry, "I waited until the first day of our seventh year to tell her, I wasted four years of my life. Harry, don't ever waste time because it flies by so fast."

Harry listened closely to his godfather, "Wait," he began as he tried to sort through the little he already knew, "I thought that your seventh year was bad. Remus said that you two never talked during your seventh year."

All the sadness flooded Sirius's face as the memories came back, "I don't want to talk about this right now, I'm sorry Harry, but this isn't the time."

Harry rushed out the door before Sirius could get angry, he needed to hear this story about The Marauder's seventh year at Hogwarts, from what he had heard so far, whatever pushed the two apart had to be huge.

Harry stared down at the photos, not paying attention to where he was walking, "I'm sorry." He mumbled without looking up at the man who he had bumped into.

"Mr. Potter," a chilling voice spoke, "what are you staring at?" Snape asked as he yanked the pictures out of the young wizard's hands. Without saying a word Snape walked off with all of them, not caring that Harry was pleading to have them returned.

"Severus." Molly Weasley began, looking concerned about what was happening.

He kept repeating that she was dead in an angry voice, he lifted the pictures above the fireplace and threw them into the flames ignoring the many protests.

Harry left as Molly began to scold his professor, he had to be the one to tell Sirius the pictures were gone. He began to walk up the stairs, dreading Sirius's reaction. This was his last connection to the woman, now he would never see her again. It was final.

He knocked on his godfather's bedroom door hesitantly, he slowly explained what Snape had done. Sirius gave a slow, sad smile. He didn't jump up in anger or cry, he simply sat there. Harry finally realized just how broken his godfather was. He had grown accustomed to loss and wasn't affected by this one which was added to the list.

"Why did Snape react that way," He asked hesitantly, curious to the reaction of someone who was generally so cold and collected.

"He was friends with your mother, sometimes Tamina would be with them. They were not friends, but on some level he cared for her. Harry, you must understand that everyone copes differently and he just couldn't see her alive in the pictures."

"So, will you tell me what happened your seventh year," Harry pestered, although he knew he would be shot down.

Time has a tendency to pass without one being aware of it. With the pictures of Tamina gone, Sirius's memories left too. He stopped telling the stories and she was no longer spoken of. Snape acted as though he had never burnt the pictures and Remus never asking where they had gone off to.

The young wizards and witches went off to Hogwarts where one weekend Harry remembered something he was told. Moaning Myrtle had known Tamina on a personal level, walking to the first-floor girls bathroom took longer than he hoped. Especially as he needed to make sure no one watched him enter it.

"Myrtle," He called out, "will you tell me about Tamina Night?"

In a matter of seconds the ghost appeared in front of him, "How do you know about Tamina?" Harry gave a quick explanation, praying that he would get another story about the woman. The ghost huffed, "I wont talk about her, leave now." She roared as she dove into one of the toilets.

"Please, Myrtle. She was my family."

This only enraged the ghost more, "You didn't know her, she wasn't your family. She was my family, she was kind to me unlike everyone else at this miserable place. You do not have the right to use that wording in front of me, she was perfect. We became friends from the bullying she had to put up with from the miserable twat Sirius Black." Myrtle disappeared after this, he called out, but she wouldn't return. He waited for a while, to no avail.

He left with a little more knowledge of his godmother, he only wished he was given the opportunity to know the kind woman.

The year passed the way most of Harry's years passed. Attempts to defeat Voldemort, trying to keep everyone he loved safe. It was a long year, one that ended with Voldemort rising for the public and Sirius's death. The only comfort from his death was that he would now be with Tamina, hopefully they were happy.

Finally, now that their time was coming to an end, Harry was given the story of what happened to Sirius and Tamina in their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.