A/N: I have freedom! No longer do I have to babysit frenchie! Thank you world. Remember when I said she was nice? God was I naive. I just spent the last three months listening to how much Canada sucks in comparison to France when HELLO I live five blocks away from the Pacific Ocean and five minutes away from the ski slopes...

Anyways, in apology for the last chappie, I give you this...

Oh ya and the song this time is Its Not Easy by The Foo Fighters?

I looked in the mirror, fingers lightly tracing my reflection, as I was struck once again with the feeling that I was empty. My heart was so cold, that even I shivered from time to time, even when the room temperature was nowhere near freezing. I used to believe my heart had hardened to stone. My apathy had long ago solidified around me like the protective bark of an aged tree, making my core now unreachable. Then slowly over time the moss like a mask began to cover me and create another face for the world to see.

I am for purposes shallow yet I manage to hide an abyss beneath. But I'm not sure if that depth is even accessible anymore. It has become buried far too below the surface.

But sometimes, just sometimes, in the middle of nights like these, when I lie awake sleepless, I feel more like who I was, once upon a time. Then in the morning, it's gone and I become once more the optimistic simpleton that seems to rule my days.

I always did prefer the night.

When I was young, I had been intelligent, wild, deep, free and wise.

When I was a bit older than that, I was broken.

And the sad part is that I was the one who was mostly responsible for the breaking. Sure it had been caused by the built-up of the efforts of others but I was the one who had given the final swing of the hammer to the proverbial glass clock.

My makers could not comprehend the silence that assailed me in the days that followed my ruin. And why should they? Walking in my shoes would have too much for them to bear. The pressure would have killed them. And so, like the cowardly beings they were, they started to cautiously taunt and prod me, keeping a safe arms length away, in attempt to elicit a response from me for my silence scared them. Unknowingly, all their fruits bore was my further hardening of what remained of my heart and soul. Until one day, when I emerged from isolation, they rejoiced in their success, too thick to realize that my emptiness had simply created an entity to deal with their unwanted attention. My own little Dr. Jekyll, that is, if Hyde had been the original.

It was this night, in my misery and self pity, when I decided to prevent myself from happening again.

For I had seen the beginnings already occurring within him, and some sort of primal instinct urged me to protect him, save him, for merlin's sake. I hate every moment that he could be possibly hurting.

A flash of envy strikes randomly. At least his scars were visible.

Momentarily pausing in my thoughts, I chided myself. The ones with physical scars usually have ten times as many emotional ones.

And to think that in the morning, the most complicated thing on my mind will be what's the next prank going to be?

Perhaps I should update you on the situation as of yet.

It has been exactly a month since summer break has started. Every day, I have sent a letter off to Sirius and every day, the owl has returned empty handed. To say I am growing suspicious and worries is the least. Merlin knows what punishments that awful whale of a mother could think of for him landing in Gryffindor and I had no doubt that she knew very well who her son had chosen to associate with, no thanks to Lucy, Trixie and Cissy. Blood traitors and possible mudbloods, oh the horror!

So I, like any other reckless Gryffindor, had decided to go and fetch him myself, by hand.

I wince mentally as the remnants of my old persona (not a spelling error/actually a real word) slips away and my fake bubbly takes over. The pain is too much for a person with a single personality.

Anyways, back to the plan. I am going fly to the bloody Grimmauld Place and break in there. Just as soon as I figure out how.

If only I had Dobby. House elves could be so useful. Oh merlin, HOUSE ELVES! They have their own bloody network and their so sentimental it's scary. Feed them some sob story and they'll bend over backward for you. Thank Merlin, Deatheaters are crappy actors.

Locating one isn't that hard either, they're almost always in the kitchen.

"And that's why I must save my prince, if only you could understand how heartbroken I am with him locked in that tower, imprisoned by his very mother." I finish, my fingers crossed behind my back.

"Oh Miss, Tally understands. Tally is in love too." The house elf admitted.

Perfect.

"And Tally wishes she could help but the house elf Kreacher who serves Mistress Black does not like anyone and would tell Mistress Black right away about any intruders. Kreacher always knows when a house elf teleports in his house."

And Damn.

"But there must be some way to rescue my love." I start crying. Thank you Drama class.

"Well... There is one old passageway that starts just out of Kreacher's surveillance. There are wards of course but Tally can get through them no problem." She puffed her chest out with pride.

Great, but where's the catch?

"The only problem is that the tunnel finishes in the young master's bedroom."

"Sirius's?"

"No, the other young master."

And therein lies the catch, my friends.

"I will do it for my love." I attempt to wipe away my tears and look brave. Merlin, I'd be so dead without Drama class.

"Tally admires your courage, Miss." The house elf looks up at me with shining eyes. Terrific, I've become her idol. Oh well, it won't hurt for now.

I leave a quick note for Remus and James, and then me and 'Tally' teleport off to the passageway.

It was dark, gross and dirty, and it reminded me a lot of Aragog's lair, but hell, I've done stupider things in my life so I shrug and follow the house elf into the pitch black hole.

We finally hit a wall and with my hands I can feel spaces cut out of the dirt for handholds and footholds. My worry about the house elf being too short is cured when 'Tally' informs that house elves are excellent climbers, as they have to reach a lot higher things in their everyday cleaning duties. Then, of course, as I start to scale the wall in complete darkness, my fear for her quickly turns to fear for my own skin.

I am slightly scared of heights. That's why I get such a kick out of riding a broom. It's not just the speed, believe me. And, like I said before, I was put in Gryffindor for a reason, not just because I threatened the hat. We Gryffindorks are total fear-junkies.

However, being very high while not being able to see your hand in front of your face is definitely out of my comfort zone.

So, I tried not to think about how far I'd fall while we went higher and higher until 'Tally' opened a trapdoor and beams of lights fell through.

I scrambled into a small crawlspace and promptly hit my head on whatever was above me. Through the dim lighting coming through cracks in the ceiling I could see 'Tally's' nose wrinkle as she looked up with distaste.

"It looks like they must have built something on top of the opening. But Tally can take these off and put them back on no problem. Kreacher will never even know Miss and Tally was here."

I swear this thing is slowly becoming one of my most favourite people in the whole world.

Soon, I find myself in closet. Regulus's closet. I attempt to muffle my laughter as I examine his clothing. I've never seen anything with so many frills and ruffles that was designed for a male. And purebloods think they have such exquisite taste in clothing.

Ok, I quickly suck in air, puffing my cheeks out. Surely he's sleeping right now. I mean it's what? Five thirty in the morning? Any sensible person would be sleeping at this time.

Slowly, I open the closet door. And of course he's not sleeping. He's writing in that bloody diary of his.

Reg's head snaps up as I step into his room, and stares at me.

Frantically, I hold a finger to my lips hoping he'll get the message. Fortunately, he does.

He whispers, "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" and it sounds more like a statement than a question. The statement being: get the hell out of my bedroom.

"I'm a friend of your brother and I'm here to bring him somewhere safe. He doesn't belong with in this house with this family. Staying here will only destroy on inside even more than all the past damage has done." I whisper back.

"And what makes you think I'll let you get away with this?"

"You'll do it for Sirius."

He relents, "Fine, but you'll have to owe me a favour."

Damn Pureblood. Bet you'll end up in Slytherin.

I hesitate, but eventually give in, fully aware that I'm about to sign my own death warrant. "What is it?"

He smiles, "Come back and take me too one day, Ree. My brother talks about you when he thinks no ones listening. From what he says, you sound like a good person. I wish I had the chance to get to know you." But he won't get that chance for a while. Because for all that I may about caterpillars and Snapes, Slytherins will be Slytherins and Gryffindors will be Gryffindors. His smile stays but it has turned into a sad one as he points a finger at the ceiling, "Sirius is in the room above mine."

I give him a silent salute and commence my super dangerous infiltration of the Black Manor, my house elf disappeared off to Merlin knows where. After sneaking up a set of old stairs, I locate a door that is connected to a room that is positioned directly above Regulus's room.

Worried that Reg might have lied to me, I tentatively prod the door.

It's locked. Big surprise.

Then, for the first time tonight, I remember that I have a wand. And that I am capable of using it to cast spells. And that one of these spells is an amazing unlocking spell called 'Alohamora'.

Sirius is a wreck. He looks like he hasn't ate in weeks, I can barely recognize him anymore. It's so hard to believe that this is the same boy I saw just a month ago on the train.

He's not sleeping either. Jeez, what is up with these Black boys and sleep? Let's hope they don't get this trait from their mother.

"Ree?" He stares at me bewildered. "Great, now I'm having hallucinations, just terrific."

"No Sirius," I rush over to him, "get your stuff, we're going to the Potters."

"It's still in my trunk. Got my wand too. Mother only cast a locking charm that could only be opened on the other side of my door, didn't bother to take away my wand." He muttered

"That's good." I grab his trunk. Then grab him and drag him out of his bedroom.

"How did you get here." He asks, still sounding dazed.

"That's a really long story (2000 words now ;D) and right now, we need to find a house elf."

"There's one." Sirius points to Kreacher mid-poof. I curse under my breath.

From above I can hear the shout of "SIRIUS ORION BLACK!"

"Oh no, it's mother." Sirius is dragging me now. "Where did you say that house elf would be?"

"I don't know!" I cry exasperated. Mrs. Black is now within firing range and we are busy dodging crucios while we run. Feeling a sudden intense anger at our predicament, I manage to summon enough energy shoot a 'petrificus totalus' over my shoulder. I don't even have to look back to know that my spell has broken through her shields and hits its mark when I hear the 'thud' of the two hundred pounds that is Walburga Black hit the floor.

"Wow," Sirius turns to me, "Ree, that was wicked." I can definitely deal with becoming his idol.

Then of course, guess who decides to show? The house elf makes an appearance.

"Oh Tally is sorry she left Miss. Tally had a couple things she needed to do." Then finally noticing Sirius, 'Tally' says, "Did Miss find her prince?"

"Her what?" Sirius raises an eyebrow at me.

Oh right. "Err, we're supposed to be in love," I mutter quiet so only Sirius can hear, "I'll explain later."

Then he takes this as the initiative to kiss me.

That's right.

Kiss me.

"Sirius..." I start.

"Shhh love. Don't give the house elf the wrong idea."

Vaguely, I can hear him tell 'Tally', "Yes, she has definitely found her prince."

And somewhere in the corners of my mind, I remember something about a bed I'm supposed to be sleeping in, two friends who are probably really worried, and a crazy lady who's about to recover from my hex sometime soon. But none of this really matters, because right now I'm in Sirius's arms and he's just kissed me.

Even if it was only for a charade.

A/N: Just like the author is vaguely aware that her character are only twelve and that she did promise to keep the story pg.

Just a tip, the definition of charade is: a ridiculous pretense, an absurdly false or pointless act or situation.

As in no they are not in a relationship yet. As if I'd actually make it that easy. You underestimate me.

Remember:

R&R