Disclaimer; You know the drill, just the plot and the OCs. Which by the way, you're going to meet one of the main OCs now! Rose Taten.

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10. One's Surprise, Another's Demise

Remus's eyes shot up as an owl flew into his room, carrying a letter. In the room with him was Jane, but she was always in the room with him. He enjoyed her company so much. They had been in the middle of talking about another meeting he had soon; tiring and tedious as it was it had to be done. They shared a look.

This letter didn't look normal. It didn't have any ministry approving stamps, nor did it come in an envelope or sealed with a wax stamp. It hastily had written on the front 'Remus'.

Keeping his eyes locked on Jane's, he un-scrolled the parchment. He recognised the handwriting. He recognised the scruffy and not at all bothered penmanship. The lazy flicks and the smudged ink. The inconsistent font sizes and the slanted lines. He had never felt so relieved to see Taten's writing. She was after all such an important person in Sirius's life.

Immediately he started reading:

Remus,

Don't lie to me; I am not as dumb as I used to be. Tell me now about my baby, tell me about Sirius! I want to know why he's gone. Why he has left to complete a mission he knows he won't return from. I'm coming back to see you guys, and I pray this reaches you before I do. I haven't seen him in so long, and I miss him with every fibre of my being. I've tried sending letters to his apartment the past few weeks but they all return unanswered, as if no one's there. I know he told me that he wasn't returning, but he needs to come back.

There's someone else who needs Sirius apart from me. Someone he has yet to meet. Who I have yet to meet. I know you hate riddles; I remember that the most about you. I'll explain more when I return, just promise me you'll tell him if you can, that I'm coming for him.

Love, Rose

It was shorter than Remus expected it to be, and he understood all but one part. "Who I have yet to meet." What did that mean? He nibbled on his lip, and reached for a mug of tea just as Jane finished reading.

'Who's Rose?' she asked. Remus prayed that her voice was jealous, and not just curious. But he didn't want to get his hopes up.

'An old friend who's coming back home.' He answered, running a hand through his tawny tousled hair and over his shaven face. 'Dammit,' he growled. 'Why does she love talking in riddles?' Nervously Remus rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket. 'Jane, how long would you say it takes for owls to deliver letters from Australia to here?'

She let out a breath, shrugging her small shoulders. 'I'm not sure, maybe four or five days? If the owl's old then it could take up to a week. Why?'

Remus nibbled on his lip. 'I need to contact my friends, would you mind...'

'Not at all, I'll see you at the meeting.'

Remus nodded at her as she opened the door and hurried out. He sunk down on the desk, knocking over a few sheets of parchment. He looked down at the letter. She was coming soon then? It had already been almost a month since Sirius went into hiding – it was the twenty first of November.

She would hate to find out where he was. 'A life threatening Auror mission' was what Moody had been telling everyone who asked. In fact the old man had appeared on the WWN to talk about Sirius and his disappearance; and how it was in fact, not a disappearance but a mission. And no one liked asking questions. Especially in a time like this. They were scared of the answer they might receive.

Rose Taten was coming back; and with her she was bringing a surprise. A boyfriend? A husband? He didn't know the answer to that riddle, but he did know she was coming back. Regardless, Remus was going to be there for her, just like he knew Sirius would want him to be.

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The Twenty Third of November

Sirius had been hiding for a few days within a mile of the Malfoy Manor. He watched carefully for the daily routines and was soon able to almost predict Malfoy's moves. He was always gone for the duration of the day; but always returned before sunrise where he was sluggish and slow, as if he was in pain. More than once he would turn around to look at where he thought someone was, but he couldn't see the barely discernible dog in the shelter of the darkness. More than once Sirius wanted to hex him into oblivion. But he managed to restrain himself.

It had been a horrible few days, and he was sure Snape was probably looking for him now. Sitting in the cover of bushes over three hundred metres from Malfoy's home; he couldn't help but feel happy. He was going to finally bring justice for his brother; he was going to make sure Malfoy paid. Sirius leant back, his hands behind his head, and his whole buried in the overgrown grass. He shivered a little violently. He wanted to sing because he was so happy. He was a few hours away from killing the bastard.

Then he would go back to the cottage, pack everything and get out of that wretched prison he was staying in. He wasn't going to stick around. And wait for Voldemort to capture him? After murdering one of his most faithful followers? Not a chance.

The stars were shining brightly; it was maybe half nine? Quarter to ten? But with the stars came the cold and Sirius shivered again.

Then he heard a rustle and looked up but upon seeing nothing he slowly and rather reluctantly dropped his head again. Just in time too, because a sharp golden bolt of fire managed to skim the bare tips of his black silky hair. Pulling out his wand and conjuring a shield, Sirius's grey eyes met the colder ones staring back at him.

'So you have been following me? I thought you were an Auror!' Lucius Malfoy howled, sinking into a duelling stance and raising his wand arm over his head. A very powerful spell sent from his dragon heartstring wand was enough to burst Sirius's shield, and another one was enough to send the younger man flying. It wasn't because he was a bad dueller or anything; in fact he knew he was better than Malfoy, but he was shocked. He was shocked!

Sirius shook his head furiously, feeling dazed from the sheer force that had been put into the spell. He couldn't let Malfoy win; he couldn't let Malfoy beat him! Sirius twirled his wand professionally, sinking into his own duelling stance and sent a spell with absolute strength that threw Malfoy into the air, and back down to the ground.

Sirius watched as Malfoy started chuckling on the ground, a trickle of blood oozing out of his mouth. Then the chuckling turned into full blown laughing. Sirius looked behind him and watched as ten Death Eaters advanced, slowly, threateningly and with their wands drawn and pointing to him. His heart sank. No! He wanted to cry.

He was gone. He was dead. He was captured. But he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Sirius spun around, his wand over his head and dark blue light streaming out. A spell shot out from where his shield had yet to reach and a warm feeling tingled over his body. But with the shield, and the unknown tracing spell that had been slipped past the shield, Sirius disapparated. The first place that had sprung into his mind was Diagon Alley. A foolish choice, since all but one of the Death Eaters was wearing masks and black robes to cover their identities; and so they wouldn't mind wreaking havoc in public. But wasn't curfew dawning closer? No one would be hurt, right?

Around him were hundreds of people, shuffling for their last purchase of the day. When one of them saw Sirius, blood down his face and with a fading glow around him, at first the woman mumbled – 'Sirius Black?' but when ten Death Eaters and Malfoy apparated to where he was, the woman screamed.

The whole of the high street was in uproar; running and screaming. Ducking down or disapparating. His heart was beating fast; and not in the way he liked. Sirius wasn't one to witness innocent lives being ended; he prayed they would get away safely. Hopefully one of the screaming witches would contact the Auror office and help save him too.

He prayed it would be Moody.

Oh dear God, what had he done? Because of him, James and Lily's lives were now in jeopardy. But he wouldn't give them up, he wouldn't, he couldn't. Sirius waved his wand and sharp fast bursts of black flames roared from the tip of his wand, colliding with Avery and Mulciber, and throwing them backwards and setting them alight with the flickering flames. A spell collided with the side of his face, and he felt such pain he was sure it was the Cruciatus Curse.

Sirius fell on the floor, groaning in pain. His body twisted into such shapes, and his screams took such tones that it spiked curiosity among many of the hiding bystanders. And they saw it wasn't one wizard casting the torture curse, but three wizards casting the curse simultaneously on Sirius Black. As soon as it ended, he flicked his wand and roared 'EXPELLIARMUS!' which disarmed one Death Eater.

Then Sirius rounded his wand to another close by and hissed with all the anger and cold and evil inside him – 'Mortem!' With a cry the man he couldn't recognise fell to the floor, tremors rippling through his body. In a few minutes, the man would be dead – if Sirius had performed it with just the right hatred and disgust.

Immediately, one of the Carrows (it must have been Amycus) kicked Sirius hard in the stomach, before whispering another spell. It felt like his body was on fire, it wasn't the Cruciatus that he was performing, but it felt like something different. Sirius whimpered out loud, his wand was pulled from his hands.

He tried to pull it back but he couldn't. All he wanted was to kill Malfoy. As fast and sudden as he could, Sirius leapt up and seized both his wand and Carrow's. He roared such an evil curse, he wished to never have to do it again. 'ADFLICTIO!'

Carrow's mouth started bleeding and his eyes were bulging with pain, froth started emerging too and weak screams escaped his mouth. The pain Carrow was going through was lesser than the Cruciatus Curse, but still unimaginable; it was such a dark and ancient spell that barely anyone knew it. But he knew it. Did that mean he was dark?

Sirius deflected a spell that came his way and stunned another. 'PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!' He watched for a moment as Carrow's younger sister dropped hard and sudden, almost as if she was dead. Someone hissed from the shadows, 'Expelliarmus!' and one of the wands in Sirius's hands flew into the air, caught by another Death Eater. It was only half a dozen or so left, and already he was feeling so weary, so tired and so in pain. His body was screaming. His heart was racing. His head was drumming painfully. Just five more, he chanted to himself. He had distracted Mulciber and Avery, gotten both the Carrows and killed an unknown Death Eater. Just a few more and Malfoy.

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The Twenty Third of November

Remus knew that he wouldn't be told off for staying in bed a little longer. He was the Head of Department; he could do whatever he liked. And full moon was in three days; he was allowed to stay in bed a little longer. Well he'd said to himself three hours ago 'just a little longer' and it was now half two. He couldn't stop thinking about Sirius, his best friend. He knew that Rose was coming going to come soon.

He wasn't in the mood right now; he was scared for his best friend. The fury Lord Voldemort was feeling was so obvious and so terrifying that even his own apartment had been pinched; with two injuries during a Muggle attack near Oxford Street. Luckily Jane wasn't injured.

He felt so lonely, without James or Sirius or Peter. The full moon that passed over three weeks ago had been the worst in the last five or six years. He had never (since his fifth year) been alone during a full moon. Therefore, he'd grown so utterly dependent on his friends to entertain him; to help him stay calm and tame that naturally without them he had gone wild. Remus opted though, to go to Madam Pomfrey instead of St Mungos because she was so kind and sweet. She made him feel normal.

On the plus side, his department had already found two hiding Death Eaters. By pure luck really but already the Death Eaters had been tried and sent to Azkaban for life.

There was a knock on his apartment door and he groaned. Remus wasn't dumb; in fact he was pretty damn smart. He knew who it was. Slowly and reluctantly, he got out of his warm bed; shrugged on a jumper to cover his toned and honey coloured chest, and hurried to answer the door.

Her back was to him, she seemed to be looking down the corridor. Her hair was still as long as it used to be; comfortably brushing the top of her thighs. It was long and silky and deep golden. She seemed a bit ... chubbier?

Suddenly, she whisked around and her face lit up. 'Remus!' she cried, hugging him. Tentatively he put his hands on her back and patted her. She had gone really quite fat. He could feel her enormous stomach pressing hard against his own.

It took a few moments for him to catch on, but when Remus did he gasped and pushed her back gently, his eyes raking over her body. She smiled and did a little twirl; ever the show off.

'Remus,' Rose's husky voice said quietly, 'meet my baby boy.'

Rose was fat, yes. But not in the way Remus thought she was. Rose was pregnant and she was nine months pregnant at that.

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The Twenty Third of November; 23:02

Sirius was thrown backwards, but out of hatred his hissed – 'ADFLICTIO!' and the Death Eater who was in the process of hexing him once more shrieked in pain. Sirius dodged behind an enormous overturned billboard.

Behind it was an old woman and someone who looked a lot like the old woman; was it her daughter? They took one look at Sirius and shrieked but it was drowned out by the commotion going on a few metres ahead.

He gave them his most pleading look. 'Shush! Please, hush! I'm a good –' he jumped up and cried a curse, which unfortunately missed his target. Malfoy was a sneaky bastard after all.

'PROTEGO!' he bellowed, and a large shield was place in front of the two women besides him. Then he dodged back down in front of the billboard. The two women were looking at him as though he was someone famous and terrible all at the same time.

'Has anyone contacted the Auror office?' he asked. The women still stared at him with their mouths open. Sirius wiped a trickle of blood from his face and sighed exasperatedly. He peered over the billboard to see the remaining few Death Eaters shooting spells at his charm, waiting for it to falter. He could see Malfoy reawakening the stunned and petrified. That meant three more Death Eaters.

Sirius wiped the perspiration from his forehead. He was going to lose. And he was so tired; and in such pain. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. It hurt to move. It was like fighting a ten-headed monster, every time you cut off a head, ten more popped up.

He sluggishly stood up just as the shield was destroyed. If he was going to be defeated, might as well procrastinate as long as he could. He coughed into his hand just as he waved another shield. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.

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The Twenty Third of November; 15:24

'Does he know?' Remus all but whispered, setting the cup of tea in front of Rose before sitting opposite her. He was shocked. She was pregnant, due in two days. And this whole time she had been hiding out in Australia; from Sirius – from telling him the truth. It hurt Remus a lot. All the decisions Sirius had made would have been different if he knew he was going to become a father.

But he didn't know; he never would. It made Remus furious.

'What the hell is wrong with you Rose?'

She was startled. Remus never shouted at her. Maybe it was because she never did anything to him or in front of him that warranted a scolding. Right now she was wondering what she did that warranted a scolding.

'What?' she hissed back rudely. 'What have I done?'

Remus put a hand on his forehead and looked down at the table. It was hard to restrain his anger. He felt bad. So terrible. He knew that his best friend had a son coming along but his best friend didn't. His best friend was probably hiding out in a ditch, with a can of beans and the Daily Prophet on his lap. He didn't have a clue what was going on in London right now.

'Sirius doesn't know, does he?' He didn't need to ask, it was stupid to ask. But it was worth her face.

She shook her head and a sad expression flickered across her face. Good, she deserved to be sad. 'I wanted to tell him, but I didn't know how he'd handle it. I thought he'd leave me.'

'So you left him?' sneered Remus, jumping up and slamming his fist down on the table. Rose jumped back a little, frightened. 'You selfish girl! You don't know what you've done! You don't know what he's done!'

Rose's face betrayed the guilt and ignorance she was feeling. 'I-I don't understand Remus.'

'HE'S GONE ON A MISSION! HE'S OFF RISKING HIS LIFE – HE'S PROBABLY GOING TO DIE! BUT HE WOULDN'T HAVE DONE ANY OF THIS IF HE KNEW HE HAD A SON ON THE WAY!' Remus roared, but after ten seconds of deep and calm breathing, he felt composed.

Tears sprang in her eyes and she had trouble getting up from the kitchen chair but when she did, she took Remus's hands. 'What's happened?'

'He's become the Potter's secret keeper – Voldemort is after Harry and James and Lily. Now Voldemort's after him, and he's running. He's running for his life, and he wouldn't have needed to if he knew...'

She dropped the hands and looked away, staring at the small window above the sink. It overlooked some other apartments and a few shops but perhaps the best thing of this typical London view was the enormous field stretching for miles right before their eyes.

Rose now felt calmer. Something she had tried mastering in Australia. Her temper was after all just as bad as her old boyfriend's. Maybe that was why they had attracted together so strongly and so perfectly, they really were quite similar. Rose would get in a fight with Sirius and they'd break up. She'd find someone else to have fun with. News would get back to Sirius, and he'd track down the bastard and beat the living daylights out of him.

And Rose? Rose would do the same for him. The amount of fights she had gotten in trying to stop Sirius sneaking off with a tart. It was almost funny. Another reason why they shouldn't ever be together, because they were too similar. They were like two explosives; colliding and creating a huge catastrophic mess.

When Rose read his letter, she had cried so much. It hurt to even think of the letter – his love letter, his last letter. She had never thought it was something like this though. She thought maybe Sirius was being melodramatic. But even her Mother, Charlotte, said it looked serious, and encouraged her to send a letter demanding for the truth. All the letters returned though, unopened and with the owl somewhat explaining in its alien language that no one was there.

Well she came straight here, travelling by coach and train (since heavily pregnant women weren't allowed on planes) before going straight to Sirius's apartment. She had the incantation carved into her wand's memory (not literally) and when she looked around, it was enough to see that he hadn't been there for quite a while. Rose had smelt the clothes he'd left behind and touched the foreign clothes of women who had stayed over with her boyfriend, her love.

When she left the apartment, Rose took heed of the letter and came straight to Remus, who was now screaming at her for what she'd done.

Rose looked back at the tall, tawny haired man. 'He's going to die?' she asked quietly.

Remus nodded curtly and angrily. 'He wouldn't have done this if he knew he had a child...' His voice was so hurt, so grief ridden that she knew he was right. Sirius wasn't going to survive this. If Remus, the optimistic and intelligent one was saying that Sirius was a dead man walking, then he truly was a dead man walking.

'B-but...' and she started crying. First it was gentle, and then it turned into sobs, then loud sobs and then screams! 'B-BUT H-H-HE HAS T-TO C-COME B-BACK!' she started hiccupping and snivelling and blubbing and Remus really couldn't understand a word she was saying.

Until he saw her piss her pants. Quite literally. He excused his eyes, not wanting to make her feel awkward. But instead of apologising and running off to use the loo she gasped. He turned to look at her and then the puddle on the floor. It wasn't the colour of what urine usually was though. It looked a lot like water.

'Remus,' she breathed.

'Oh no,' he said, 'no, no, fuck Rose!'

'Remus! Oh, dear God it's coming now. Remus! He's coming NOW!'

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The Twenty Third of November; 23:59

Sirius was punched in the face. Right now he was on his knees, bowed before Lucius and four other Death Eaters. He had killed three and grievously injured three. To him that was an accomplishment.

His wand was on the floor behind him, and he was thanking God that they had been so arrogant and confident that they overlooked it. He was almost insulted actually that they thought him weak and easy. Hadn't he just shown them even when outnumbered a dozen to one, he could hold out for hours?

He gritted his teeth as another punch came his way. He felt his lip spilt open and blood squirt quite literally out. He was going to play hurt and injured until they were distracted enough for him to hurt Malfoy. In spite of everything Sirius had done during this battle, the Death Eaters wouldn't kill him. No, because then they killed their chance of capturing Lily and James and most importantly, Harry.

And Voldemort would be really pissed off. In fact Sirius was sure he'd kill anyone who allowed Sirius to be killed or participated or even watched.

'Crucio!' spat Malfoy, and Sirius felt like his whole body was on fire. Like he was being stabbed. Stabbed a thousand times all over his body. But he didn't scream – well only once. When the spell was lifted he whimpered, sagging down directly on top of his wand. His right hand wrapped around it, and he gritted his teeth as the Death Eaters started laughing.

'Is he dead?' cackled one of them and the rest started laughing. 'Deserves it, the little bastard!' and then someone kicked him hard.

Very hard.

His ribs cracked. He could feel them crack. Each breath was pain, each thought was torture. He was considering killing himself, he really did consider it. It would keep the secret safe, though someone else would have to take the role of secret keeper. But it would kill his friends – quite literally. James would go charging when he found out about Sirius's death and would kill any of them he could, inevitably being killed himself. Remus would do the same, though more sensibly. But he would die too. And then the Marauders would be done.

It would mean nothing.

Someone said something else (Dolohov?) and a sharper spell hit him – better executed than Malfoy which meant just as painful. Sirius however, held his tongue, because the words on it were pleading for death. Where were the Aurors?

The enormous clock tower chimed midnight, and through the screams Sirius could hear it's loud gong, resonating and strong and proud.

But his thoughts were recaptured as a jet of fire hit him and he screamed, jumping up and ripping his robe off. Luckily there were no burns on his bare chest or his back, though it felt raw. Malfoy and Sirius's eyes met – silver against dark grey. Malfoy's eyes flickered to the tattoo of Regulus's initials. A look of glee flickered over the blond man's face.

'Regulus?' he whispered. Sirius growled. Even the sound of his dear brother's name hissed from the lips of his murderer made him want to scream. Malfoy grinned as the others laughed. 'Regulus Black? Hmm... I think I have a vague recollection of our last meeting. It involved of course, the Cruciatus Curse and some screaming—'

In a dark and dangerous and bellowing voice Sirius screamed – 'NUMQUAM AMBULARE!' the paralysis curse. One of the darkest curses he knew. Now he thought about it, he didn't want to kill Malfoy; he just wanted the man to live a miserable life.

In a few months when he returned (because he was going to return, he had to) he'd complete the job. With a grunt, and a look as though he'd seen death, Malfoy fell onto the floor, froth exploding from his mouth and his grey eyes rolling back into their sockets.

But then there were a series of cracks as Aurors apparated into Diagon Alley. Curses were shot and just as Sirius thought he could escape a hand locked around his throat. His eyes connected with Moody's from across the street and just as the old man raised his wand to defeat Sirius's kidnappers, Dolohov and another Death Eater disapparated. Taking Sirius with them. And leaving his wand behind.

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The Twenty Fourth of November; 00:18

Rose was clinging onto Remus's hand, screaming so loud he was sure her mummy Charlotte in Australia could hear. The healer, much like Remus, was way past getting a migraine. Remus hoped her son didn't have lungs like her. But then it might have Sirius's lungs? And that was just as bad. Either way the baby was going to be one heck of a screamer. Remus's hand felt numb and dead, because she'd been squeezing it so tight.

'Come on Rose, a few more pushes!' the Medi-witch said soothingly, wiping the perspiration from her brow with a towel. 'A few more pushes!'

'WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?' Rose cried angrily, howling as she pushed once more.

'Yes you can Rosie, you can do it, a few more,' Remus pleaded, his hand aching even more whilst she screamed.

'I can't,' panted Rose. 'We've been doing this for hours,' she cried, tears of pain falling down her cheeks. And it was true; they had been at this for quite a while.

They'd gotten to the hospital at quarter to five, and she wasn't even really in labour then. Not until half six did she start having contraptions – and boy did they look like they hurt. Remus was so thankful he was a guy. When he was sure he lost feeling in his hand over an hour ago, he knew she was coming close. Well not close but nearer to the destination.

Suddenly, Remus thought how on earth he had gotten in this situation. Wasn't this Sirius's job? The first time with Lily had been enough. He remembered it like it was yesterday. It had been a nightmare.

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'Come on Lily! You can do it, you can—'

'WILL YOU SHUT UP JAMES? AH! DEAR GOD THIS FUCKING HURTS!' she shrieked, clinging onto Sirius's arm and squinting her eyes as hard as she could.

Sirius started giggling; for Lily Evans never swore. But the glares he got from the woman giving birth, her crazy husband and the irritable werewolf and Peter weren't even enough to stop him from laughing.

The room was small, with two Medi-witches and a healer. Peter was standing behind Lily, dabbing her forehead with a small wet towel and James was standing behind the male healer (he had been really upset when he found out the only healer available was male) in between her thin long legs.

'Oh my God Lily! I can see the head – I CAN SEE THE HEAD!'

Sirius managed to squeeze away from Lily's grasp and ambled over to see the head. 'Let me see!'

'NO!' James roared, pushing his friend away roughly. 'I will not have you looking in between my wife's legs thank you very much!'

Sirius frowned, pouting. 'Yeah but you're letting this guy look.'

'Is it weird that I trust him more than you?'

Sirius frowned. 'Yeah.'

'Then yes, I trust him more than you.'

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It had been a euphoric and frustrating and exasperating and scary day. It had been so poignant, especially when the healer took a picture of all of them standing around Lily with the baby. Remus was never going to forget that day.

But it was different with Rose. Whereas Lily was rude and loud during her childbirth, Rose was like that all the time. And so in childbirth, she was a million times worse.

'You're doing it Rose! You're doing it! One more push, just one more push!'

With a loud and deep and hard cry she pushed with all her might and force and strength. Then she sagged back in the pillows. It was done.

'Th-thank G-God ... th-that little – fucker's – out – of ... me,' she panted, wiping the tears from her eyes.

The healer pulled the rest of the baby boy out, cutting the umbilical cord with a severing charm. Then the baby boy was wrapped up in a light blue blanket and taken over to the Remus and Rose. The small boy wasn't even crying, but instead looked patient. The healer wiped the blood and goo from the baby with a scouring spell ('Scourgify!') and wrapped him up in another blanket to keep him warm.

'D'you want to hold your son?' the healer asked Remus, offering the baby.

'He's ... he's not the Father,' Rose managed to pant, opening her arms for her son. The healer raised an eyebrow but handed the baby over.

'Date of birth; the twenty fourth of November, 12:29.' He said to one of the Medi-witches, who quickly wrote it down on a sheet of parchment. She tapped it with her wand and then disappeared through the door.

'Miss Taten, can I get you anything?' the second Medi-witch asked.

'Yes, I want some water.' Rose whispered absentmindedly, looking down at her beautiful baby son. He really was beautiful ... and looked nothing like his Mother save the full red lips. The baby had his eyes closed, but the shape and the lashes were Sirius's. The face was Sirius's. The silky black tresses were Sirius's. The ears were Sirius's. The nose was Sirius's.

The baby was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It took Remus's breath away. He touched the silky smooth skin and Rose looked up, smiling at him.

'I want you to be godfather,' she said, yawning tiredly. 'You can be Sirius James Black's godfather.' Then she tiredly opened her eyes. 'Thank you Remus,' she whispered, holding her son closer and letting her eyes close.

Was it ironic that Sirius Black II was born on the twenty fourth of November? Exactly a month before his father who was born of Christmas Eve? But little did Remus know that Sirius's life was coming to a close. Or rather, it was on the verge of coming to a close. And little did Remus and Rose know that right now Sirius had just been captured and was being dragged, half dead by three Death Eaters to Lord Voldemort, kicking and screaming. Little did Remus and Rose know that Sirius had killed and fatally injured some of the Death Eaters in which he would feel the wrath for doing so.

And little did they know that right now he was headed somewhere he might never return from.

A/N: You've met Rose and I'd love reviews telling me what you think about her? Is she funny, horrible, a major bitch? Tell me tell me tell me! :)

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-xo