A/N: THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER! Not really. I am rewarding my lovely readers with some tidbits I JUST FOUND in one of my notebooks I was searching through for notes on another story. I wondered where these had gotten to… ANYWAY this is some of the scenes I had originally written for this story but either didn't make it in or were modified for the sake of my not being able to find them but keeping the story moving. The official version, of course, is what you have read up to this point. This is just for kicks and giggles. I'd love to know what you all think, what you like better or worse, etc. Please review if you decide to take the time to read this! LOVE YOU ALL!

-J

"Please, Sirius, don't go to with them to the station tomorrow."

He frowned.

"Did I go in your book, Morrighan?"

"Yes, but–"

"Then I'm going!"

She knew there were tears now making their way down her face, but she didn't care. She had to make Sirius see reason.

"Lucius Malfoy recognized you, though," she whispered as he made to leave the room. He turned and looked at her, surprise on his face when he saw her wiping away tears. "If I can't make sure you stay here when I ask you to, you won't survive another year and I can't deal with that, Sirius, it was hard enough reading it."

His previously surprised expression softened into compassion as he sat down beside her on the couch. Wrapping his arms around her and petting her gently he whispered, "I died?"

For a moment, Morrighan could do nothing but sob into his strong chest as he smoothed her hair and murmured soothing sounds into her ear. He would have made a great father, she thought, kissing away skinned knees and hugging away nightmares.

"Yes," she finally hissed. "And it hurt Harry so much to see you die… and Remus… and… a part of me died with you," she admitted, looking up into his stormy gray eyes, imagining them laughing as he fell through the veil. She shook violently as he hugged her tighter, rocking her gently and nuzzling her face with his.

"I promise you," he whispered after a moment, "if you ask me to stay, I'm not going anywhere, all right?"

"Really?" she sighed, not realizing that he was now nuzzling her neck.

"You have my word. But you have to promise me something," he breathed.

"Anything," she hissed without thinking, now becoming painfully aware of his hot breath on her neck.

"Don't you dare leave me," he said in a low growl, giving her little body a tight squeeze.

Words failed her, but she would never have dreamed of anything of the sort, especially with Sirius's body encasing her in its warmth as they fell asleep on the couch wrapped up in each other.

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"Sirius?" she whispered, suddenly aware of how close his face was to hers. He said nothing, pressing her body back into the wall. Her heart was racing. Her head was spinning. Sirius Black had her pinned to a wall…. His lips were so close….

"Sirius?" said a snide voice from somewhere on the wall behind his back. "Dumbledore has a message."

Phineas Nigellus. What day was it? Morrighan thought it might be December, but it was so hard to think with Sirius's firewhiskey-laced breath on her neck. December… Dumbledore… Harry… Mr. Weasley…

Morrighan's fingers clenched tightly, pressing her nails into Sirius's arms. He didn't seem to notice.

"Bloody fucking Dumbledore," he muttered. "What the hell does he want? Tell him I'm teaching!"

The snide portrait smirked.

"I will not tell him such an outrageous lie on your behalf. Arthur Weasley has been attacked. Harry Potter and the Weasley brats are being sent here by Portkey. Do not let them leave."

And then he was gone. Phineas Nigellus's words didn't seem to sink in to Sirius at first, who turned his cloudy gray eyes back to Morrighan. However, the fear and urgency in her face must have registered, because a moment later he swore and ran into the kitchen to freshen up.

Harry was coming.

Morrighan was left standing alone in the drawing room, back still against the wall, the memory of Sirius's body pressed on hers still fresh in her sleepy mind.

But Harry was coming, and Morrighan was an afterthought once more.

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"They leave again," he whispered, "in the morning. And we're alone again."

Morrighan had expected him to be sad about this, but it felt more as if he were making a statement than anything else. They leave again in the morning. Fact. The sun will rise in the east tomorrow. Fact.

"You said people wrote stories about the characters, about us, that weren't part of the book."

"Yes," she said with a smile. "Mostly, I read the romantic pairings."

"Who did I get paired with?" he asked with a little smirk.

"Oh, lots of people," she laughed. "A lot of girls made up people like themselves to pair you with. I've seen you paired with Lily, James, Remus, Bellatrix…"

His face went from confused to disgusted so rapidly that it took all of Morrighan's power not to laugh.

"Lily and I would never have happened," he said, "because she was James's girl and because she's just not my type, and I'm not gay. I'm not. And Bellatrix? What were they smoking?"

Morrighan laughed.

"Well, people thought that you hated each other entirely too much to not have some sort of unexplained backstory. To be honest," she said with a blush creeping into her cheeks, "those stories are almost always incredibly sexy."

Something flashed in his eyes, but he did nothing but move almost imperceptibly closer.

"I didn't write any of those," she said softly. "I liked to create imaginary girls for you."

"How very nice of you," he said gruffly. "What sort of stories did you write about me, love?"

Morrighan told him about the stories she had written and he gave his input. They ended up laughing quite a lot and discussing his past.

"It's hard to believe they think I slept around," he said at one point. "I didn't date. I think I could count the girls I've slept with on one hand. I was busy with my friends."

And he wondered why some people thought he was gay…

At another point, they got into an uncomfortable discussion about his childhood and the day he ran away.

"I wish it had been as heroic and brave as you make it out to be," he sighed. "My parents did hit me, but I was never really beaten because I was the heir. We argued, but there were no knock-down drag-out fights. I just got fed up one night as they talked about blood purity crap. Regulus made a crack about werewolves and one thing led to another and soon it was a full blown werewolf-bashing orgy and I couldn't deal with it anymore. Something in me snapped. The next day, I packed up my things before anyone woke up and I left without a note. I don't think any of them saw it coming. I expect they were rather shocked to find me gone."

"Yes," said Morrighan with a small smile, "I imagine they were."

There were several minutes of silence as they watched the fire die down to embers. Feeling a little awkward with the stillness, Morrighan climbed to her feet and moved to the window, looking out into the night.

"Can you see my star?" said Sirius quietly, the proud smirk obvious in his voice as Morrighan glanced up.

"I'm not sure," she said. "I know what constellation you're in, but I don't see it."

Morrighan heard him get off the couch to join her at the window, but instead of standing beside her he came up behind her, boxing her in by placing his hands on the sill on either side of her, his warm body pressed against her small frame as he looked up at the sky.

"Hmm," he hummed in her ear, "you're quite right. I suppose there are more beautiful things to look at, anyway."

"Like what?" she said with a laugh, turning to face him, finding his gray eyes watching her with a dark sort of intensity. It was impossible in this position not to notice that he was purposefully pressing his body into hers, that he was breathing his sweet breath deeply and deliberately into her face.

"I can hardly believe you're so young," he sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, his rough fingers lingering on her cheek. "What are we, fifteen years apart?"

"Something like that," she managed to say, breathlessly, knowing he could tell that she was not unaffected by his closeness and deliberately intimate actions. He really shouldn't tease her like that, she thought to herself, because he had to realize what he was doing to her.

"But that's not really anything," he whispered, leaning in even closer, "seeing that I spent twelve years of my life on hold. So it's really like we're three years apart."

She made a noise of agreement, her ability to use words failing her rapidly as she watched his face inch closer, her eyes focused on his slightly parted lips. Whatever he said next wasn't registered by her mind, which was already dizzy with his incredibly intoxicating scent. Before she realized what probably ought to have seemed obvious and inevitable, his lips were on hers, both gentle and demanding, wrapping his arms around her once he realized she wouldn't push him away.

Morrighan had kissed a lot of boys. At one point in her life, she had been a romantic. When she had lost her romantic sentiments, she had told her mother that she had never enjoyed kissing, touching, or sex anyway, so it didn't matter. Her mother had said, "You must not have been with the right person yet." Morrighan had laughed at her mother, not believing a word.

She believed it now.

Any description of how Sirius's kiss, how the way he held her body against his, made her feel would be insufficient. All that can be said is that if one has felt it before, one knows instantly what she felt, and that if one hasn't, that it is wished upon one to feel it in the future.

The moan that came from her lips and fell into his seemed to have come from somewhere outside of her; it seemed so incredibly foreign to her. On the other hand, the moan that passed from his lips to hers felt so incredibly natural that it seemed as though she had almost anticipated it.

The sound of something falling to the floor somewhere above them caused them to break apart skittishly, but Morrighan noted his heavy breathing, his dark eyes, his kiss-swollen lips. Even if they had broken apart seconds sooner, anyone walking in would know what had just occurred between the pair of them. Despite her fear of being caught or even pushed away, Morrighan wanted so badly to press her lips to his once more, just for a little taste.

"I'd like to do that again sometime," he whispered, "if you don't mind."

Morrighan was sure that if she said a word, her voice would end up begging for his lips, so she simply nodded as he took another step toward her.

"It's late, though," he breathed, putting one arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. Her brain swam with confusion as his words and his actions sent different messages. His lips pressed gently against hers, lingering for far too short of a time before pressing them to her forehead.

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Then he pulled her back to the divan, conjuring a blanket over them as he positioned her body above his. Morrighan sighed in spite of herself, cuddling into his chest, breathing in his scent and soaking in his warmth. Sirius's arms held her strongly against him, his hands gently petting her.

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This was the same as all of those other times they had kissed, and yet different. Their kisses were more desperate, their hands more needy, their sighs more enraptured, their moans more sinful. Morrighan had never felt whatever this was before, but it felt as though she wanted to, no, needed to be closer, deeper, for their bodies and souls to become one. Something about the way he pressed himself against her made her think he must have felt the same.

Hazily, Morrighan was aware of Sirius hovering over her, which meant she was lying down. She thought they might be on his bed, but it hardly mattered. His fingers were tracing their way up her legs beneath her dress, all of her hungry moans lost in the cavern of his mouth, which hadn't left hers since the kiss began.

Suddenly, his lips began moving away from hers and she whimpered in pitiful protest, attempting to pull his face back down to hers, but he grimaced slightly, resisting.

"If you want me to stop," he whispered huskily, "you're going to have to say something now, or I'm not sure I'll be able to."

Without a thought to the implications of his words, Morrighan moaned, "Don't stop," biting her lip and whimpering again."

"Oh, fuck," he hissed, hungrily reclaiming her lips in his, ripping his shirt off so he didn't have to part the kiss once more.

The sight of him shirtless was nothing new. After all, she had seen him wandering the house in nothing more than a towel, but somehow, with their bodies so close, it made her heart race. For a while everything was a blur. Her dress came off, his pants came off, and then he took his sweet time kissing and licking every newly exposed patch of skin on her body. When she was squirming with need beneath him, he quickly disposed of their remaining clothing, the final barriers between their desperate flesh.

He paused when they reached this point, drinking her in hungrily with his eyes. It wasn't the first time she had been in this position with a boy, but it was the first time she felt so exposed. Her whole body was flushed and already dripping with sweat.

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"Sirius," she said quietly, attempting to stay calm, "I need to see someone."

He frowned.

"Who, love?"

She thought for a moment. Molly? No, she would judge. Tonks? Not bloody likely, she couldn't keep her mouth shut…

"Remus," she said firmly. "I need to speak with Remus, and I need to speak to him alone. It's urgent."

Sirius was clearly confused and concerned, but he rushed off to get Remus. Her friend arrived moments later, alone. Sirius apparently went somewhere else, bless him.

"Sirius said it was urgent," Remus said, panting. "What's wrong?"

"Well," she said softly, "I've been rather moody lately, and I've started vomiting–"

"You're ill?" he said, frowning. "Why–?"

"No," she muttered, blushing. "I think I might be pregnant.

Remus stared at her dumbly for a moment, but then comprehension dawned on his face and his mouth formed a comical little 'o'.

"Do you know a diagnostic spell?"

He shook his head and said, "Wait here. I'll ask Sirius's cousin. I'll be right back."

Remus rushed out of the room, leaving Morrighan to ponder with amusement how close he and Tonks must already be if he felt comfortable going to her mother about this. Not five minutes later, he was back, looking flushed and flustered.

"Apparently," he said dryly, "Sirius has no concept of entertaining himself. You don't want to know. Anyway, I've got a spell." He knelt beside her. "May I?"

She nodded, and Remus folded up her shirt to reveal her stomach, which he touched gently with his wand. There was a series of bright sparks and flashes and Remus watched intently, memorizing them, his eyes wide with shock when they finally stopped.

"Well?" she whispered.

"Erm," he muttered. "Well, you definitely are pregnant."

"Okay…"

"With triplets."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Triplets. Three children. Girls, to be exact."

"Triplets. Three. Oh, Merlin, what am I going to tell Sirius? I need a drink."

"No!" Remus hissed. "No alcohol! Anyway, you're about a month along. I expect you'll be showing in the next two or so months, what with three children and all."

"Three?" she squeaked pathetically.

"Three," he said with a sympathetic and firm nod. There was no way around it. Morrighan had three little people growing inside her.

As if on cue to make her life even more stressful, Severus Snape appeared. He looked at them, Remus still kneeling over her bared stomach, and sneered.

"Morrighan, cover yourself. Where's Black?"

"Downstairs, why?" said Morrighan, blushing and covering her stomach.

"You're sure? When did you last see him?"

"About five minutes ago," said Remus, getting to his feet and brushing himself off.

Severus looked almost relieved and Morrighan realized what must be occurring.

"We should tell him, Morrighan," said Remus softly.

"You look like you're ready to be sick," said Severus with a smirk.

She nodded and blurted out without thinking, "Pregnant. Three."

Both men blinked.

"Three?" said Severus, confused.

"Triplets," offered Remus weakly.

There was an awkward pause and a cold smile played at Severus's lips as he said, "You work quickly, Morrighan. You've not been here a year and you're already growing a litter of werewolf cubs?"

"They're not mine!" cried Remus, blushing at the thought. "They're Sirius's!"

All hint of a smile fell from Severus's lips.

"Black? You're pregnant with Black's children?"

"Severus, this isn't why you're here," groaned Morrighan helplessly. "Can we mobilize the Order and talk about my romantic life when nobody's life is in immediate danger?"

"Whose life is in immediate danger?" demanded Remus.

"Whose life is always in immediate danger?" Morrighan sighed, aggravated. "We're wasting time, come on!"

They rushed downstairs and Remus went to gather Order members and Severus informed Moody of the situation. Morrighan was just wondering where Sirius had gotten to when he burst into the kitchen, panting.

"Remus just told me everything. How many people are going and when do we leave"

"You're not leaving," said Severus with a smirk. "You're under house arrest, Black, remember?"

"That's my godson out there, Snivellus, and if you think I'm going to sit here–"

"Sirius, you promised!" cried Morrighan, unaware that other Order members were filing in the door behind her. "You said you wouldn't go–"

"Harry needs me–"

"Harry will be fine, I need you!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant, Sirius!"

A pin drop could have been heard in that room as Sirius gaped at her.

"Pregnant?"

"Pregnant."

"A baby? I'm going to be a father? We're going to have a baby?"

"Three."

"Three…"

"Three."

"Three?"

"Three."

"Three! Three babies? Triplets?"

"Yes. Three."

"Fuck."

"Touching as this is," growled Moody as Molly rushed to hug Morrighan, "we've got a mission here."

"I'm coming," Sirius said stubbornly.

"Please," Morrighan said, tears forming in her eyes, "if you go you die and you can't leave me. Please, Sirius, you promised. Don't go!"

He appeared to be undergoing a fierce internal battle, stay or go, but when Morrighan absently stroked her stomach his eyes followed her hand and he rushed to hold her, pushing Molly out of the way and shielding the carrier of his children from the room as if someone had just threatened her. His children…

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered throatily. "I'm not going anywhere, love."

When Moody filed out the Order and Snape returned to Hogwarts, Sirius relaxed his hold on Morrighan and sat, pulling her onto his lap beside the Weasleys. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, caressing her belly over and over again.

"How long have you known?" he muttered, hugging her tightly.

"I just found out," she admitted. "Remus did the test for me just now."

"Boys or girls?" asked Molly eagerly from across the table.

"All girls," she sighed. "Which is odd because Sirius didn't have any sisters, and neither did my father. Boys are far more common in my family."

"Three girls," sighed Sirius. "Where the hell are we going to put them? We can't raise kids here. Trust me, darling, this is not a good place to raise children. It has bad child-rearing karma."

They began to discuss the complications this would cause, as neither Morrighan nor Sirius was allowed to leave headquarters. And legally, Morrighan, as far as the Wizarding world was concerned, Morrighan didn't even exist.

A/N: So there you have it. I'm anxious to see what you guys make of these originally written scenes now that I've found them… AND now I have to go to work, so I'll work on the next chapter, might be up tomorrow or Sunday, probably sometime next week, though. Cheers!

-J