Little Lotte- Sorry sorry sorry and sorry for taking so long to write this chapter, I just can't write when I'm depressed, which now seems to be every time I'm NOT with you and Mike. Anyway, Finally getting to the good stuff. Love you!

Chapter 14

I could recollect all that happened that summer, and returning to school, but to be frank, I can't. Not that spending most of my summer with my brother wasn't a high moment in my life, for it was, but there is just too much to tell. This is about me, my untold story. If you wish to hear how ridiculous we acted, how close we have grown, ask Harry. My second and third year of Hogwarts were far from boring, who would think my little brother would entwine himself in so much danger, but he is a Gryfindor, bravery runs in his blood, he was destined to do the right and loyal thing, How I ended up in this house, I shall never know. I watched from the side lines as they placed themselves in danger, Ready to place myself in front of them if the situation got out of hand, but my clever friends, they are more than capable with dealing with troubles themselves.

It was in this third year that I came face to Face with the man James told me was meant to be my godfather, Sirius. Even if I remained ignorant to the news of his escape from Azkaban, I would recognize the man aged far beyond his years. One look in those haunting yet mesmerizing gray eyes, and I just knew. Those dark circles beneath the eyes, pale skin, stressed wrinkles, shaggy apparel, it meant nothing when you looked into his eyes, The careless boy that James called his best friend still harboured beneath it all, shining through those eyes. The longer I dwell on it, I believe I would have had a crush on him in his early years, He was so handsome in those pictures, and even now still caught my gaze.

The entire train ride to King's Crossing I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, after all, he knew about me, he was the only one alive to know, well, except dumbledore, but it's not like I could talk casually with him.

My mind screamed for me to return home like I was supposed to, Paige, Piper and Phoebe were waiting, but my heart wouldn't allow me to go without one last stop. Separating myself from the crowd, I closed my eyes, focusing on Sirius.

"This would be a hell of a lot easier if I could Scry for him." I muttered to myself, before trying to clear my mind. I have watched Leo teaching Paige how to sense another witch, but Never have I attempted it myself. It was a whitelighter power, but since have I been limited in my power? I have never met something I couldn't achieve, even if it took countless tries. I focuses solely on him, and those eyes of his. Slowly an image crept into my mind, the weary face, asleep, his body propped up against the Hippogriff Harry and Hermione saved from execution. They weren't far from school, hidden in this dark, and rather grimy cave.

Glancing around to make sure I was in no one's view, I orbed to the location I saw in my mind only moments earlier. I hadn't orbed to the exact point, I found myself out side the cave instead, but it was close enough. When I entered, I was met by the golden eyes of the creature as it looked up at me, my footsteps stealing it away from it's sleep.

"Sirius." I whispered, trying to step lightly around the creature. To my distaste, he didn't stir, obviously he wasn't a light sleeper.

"Sirius." This time I spoke louder, looking over at those golden eyes fearfully. Hippogriffs are not creatures to trifle with, if they don't agree with your actions, they will take it out on your limbs. Slowly he stirred, Those beautiful eyes fluttered open, filled with sudden fear seeing someone standing before him. How frightening it must have looked, seeing a shadow of a person, unknowing if they were friend or foe, especially when your a convict on the run.

"Nice little... Batcave." I commented sarcastically, he raised a brow in curiosity, recognizing my voice, but not able to pin point it.

"Who are you?" He asked, rising regally to stand almost a head taller than me. I am by far not a short person, but compared to him, I looked like a first year.

"I don't think James would appreciate his best friend unable to recognize me." Those eyes seemed to sparkle as tears formed in them.

"It can't be." he whispered to himself, as I stepped from the shadows, allowing the moon light from the opening of the cavern dance across my flesh, making me look paler than snow.

"What?" I played the innocent card, I can help it, acting is too much fun.

"Lily." He spoke in a hoarse whisper, taking a step towards me, sending a shiver down my spine at how close he stood.

"If I didn't know she was dead..." He trailed off, the look of terror and awe leaving his face, as he composed himself again.

"What are you doing here?" He asked a little to sternly, catching my off guard, I practically jumped as he spoke.

"Just came to hide from the mob and wait for my fiyero to come run away with me." I spoke all to sarcastically, Loving the confused look in his eyes.

I can't help but laugh to myself knowing that every little movie, book, musical or pop culture reference I make goes right over all their heads, it's almost like I have a little power over them. This knowledge that no one else here has, something that will never have anything to do with this magical world.

"I came to visit you." I said simply

"I umm... wanted to talk to you... about them." I stumbled over my words, trying to dance around actually saying their names.

"And who is it that you speak of?" The tips of his mouth curled up, one might mistake that as a grin. He wasn't going to make it easy on me, but everyone is entitled to their own fun.

"I think you know damn well." I think neither one of us wanted to end this game, even if it wasn't getting us anywhere.

"Surely I am in the dark." Damn him, He's going to make me say it, the stubborn man, although, I think thats what I love most about him looking back.

"James and Lily." There, I said it. A grin crept across his face, momentarily, before fading into the harsh wrinkles that litter his prematurely aged face.

"What about them?" He motioned for me to come sit beside the Hippogriff, who lost the warning in his eyes, and looked almost friendly.

"Everything!"

I can't recall how long we sat there, Sirius recalling the silliest memories of James, the things they used to do for fun seemed down right cruel at times, but it was all in the name of a good laugh, very Fred and George of them. The moon light faded as it was replaced with the sun's rays creeping in, my heart longing to spend the rest of it's existence talking to him, but knowing I have to return home, after all, The sisters are waiting. Noticing my glances out side, he understood that our meeting had to come to an end.

"Its morning already, I'm sure you should be home." He flashed his canine teeth in a short smile.

"Yeah, I know." I hung my head, knowing he was right.

"Why don't you come with me? I mean, you can start a new life over there, no hiding from the ministry, you could be free." I begged, For some reason I didn't want to ever part from him. No matter how much I want to deny it, I just want that connection with my parents, what better than my father's best friend?

My offer tempted him, I could see the look of unmatched hope in his eyes, before he gave a low, painful sigh.

"I can't do that. I promised James I would watch over Harry." I went to give a word of protest, but one look from those grey orbs silenced me. He wasn't someone you just interrupt.

"I'm no coward, I can't run." I stated plainly, despite what I can see his heart wishes.

"Why must all the Gryffindor's have such pride?" I asked rhetorically, a low almost barking laugh erupted from his lips.

"We can't be completely perfect." He joked, a giant smile appearing on his face. I couldn't help but laugh. I stood in front of him awkwardly, before giving him a timid hug, saying goodbye, and promising I would come and visit him. Pulling away from him, I grinned as I orbed away, knowing the dumbstruck look that was going to appear.

"Get down!" I voice screamed at me as I found myself standing on the hardwood floor in the Attic. Without second thought, I ducked, seeing a blur move past me, a explosion coming from the right of me.

"What the fuck is going on?" I pouted, jumping up from the ground. My jaw dropped seeing the figure that was only a blur to me before. A man in his late teens, perhaps early twenties, I can only describe such a face to be one of an angel, or maybe the devil himself. Perfection cannot compare to this art before me, even with his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, his brown hair tossed about hie head haphazardly, lips the colour of a rose, his tan coat slightly scotched. He stared blankly at me for the longest moment, our eyes locked in stunned awe. It must have been my sudden appearance that startled him, whilst I was startled by his physical appearance.

"Paige!" Phoebe's voice brought me back to reality. Snapping my attention to her, I followed her gaze and gasped, never have my eyes fell upon such a sight, as if taken from Greek mythology, a statue that was once Paige stood, as if she stared into the eyes of Medusa. I couldn't stop myself from looking back at the man, his sunglasses now removed to reveal the most breathtaking green eyes, I think the hills of Scotland would be ashamed to call themselves green compared to the hue of his eyes.

"What happened?"