She sat as still as a statue in the car, the wind blowing in her face, trying to make her forget the tragedy that had carved itself into her life. But nothing could make her forget the events that took place in the last twenty four hours.

Sirius sat next to her, driving fast, letting out all his sorrow and frustration. Iris could hear the sound of his silent weeping but she herself could not cry. Her grief was beyond tears.

They pulled up in front of their home, which was no longer the haven that it once was. That … unborn child had changed everything. And with it, it took every ounce of happiness that this house had ever experienced.

Sirius got out of the car and then helped Iris out. She was still sore, pale, looking like a broken piece of porcelain. Before carrying her inside, he bent down and embraced her in a way that would have blown Iris' mind away, had she not been so depressed.

Iris did not hug him back. Her arms were hanging limply at her side and her face showed no expression. Sirius wanted to rip his hair out because he needed reassurance and she wasn't giving it. He knew it was selfish of him, but he needed it.

Iris brushed Sirius off and limped towards the house. She went inside and straight up to their bedroom. She went and fell on her bed, weak, pale, childless.

She curled up in a small, tight ball, hugging herself to give her a false sense of security. But nothing could bring her the peace that that baby had brought her. She would never be the same again and she knew it.

She heard Sirius come in the room and close the lights before getting into bed, next to her. It was a minute before Sirius sighed and whispered, "Please talk to me."

Iris closed her eyes, as to not let the tears fall.

"Please?" Sirius' voice cracked with the intensity of his request. "Please?"

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, her back pressed up against his chest, his arms tight around her waist and his face buried in her shoulder. He wept silently, with the loss of his child while Iris remained there, like a statue, unmoved.

***

"James, what happened?" Lily asked, frantically heaving herself off the sofa to make room for James. James sunk down onto the couch, looking pale and shocked and also, in a way, relieved.

"James?" Lily asked again.

"She lost the baby," James said, in a voice just above a whisper.

Grief and sorrow and misery hit Lily like a wrecking ball. She had known how important that child was to Iris and the thought of having her lose it was painful. Painful enough to give a very weak Lily the energy to go and meet her.

"I have to go meet her," Lily stood up.

"Don't be stupid, Lily," James sighed, "You can't go meet her."

"She's my bestfriend! I have to!"

"Lily! She just lost her child!"

"So?"

"And you're still perfectly pregnant and healthy!"

The sense of what James was saying sunk into Lily's skin and made her even more miserable than before. She knew that Iris and her would have a very restricted friendship now because of this entire mess.

***

Remus used his key to Sirius and Iris' house to get inside because no one was answering the door at ten in the morning. It had been three days since they had lost their child but it was like they had vanished off from the face of the Earth. Both of them hadn't been seen in these past few days.

"Sirius? Iris?"

"I'm here," Sirius' voice came. Remus followed the voice and ended up in the living room. Sirius was on his arm chair next to the fireplace, a bottle of Fire whiskey in his hand.

Remus was shocked, "A little early to be drinking, don't you think?"

Sirius threw him an exasperated look.

"Sirius …"

"Remus. I don't feel like talking."

"I think you need a hug."

"Go away, Remus."

"Come on, Padfoot –"

"I SAID GO AWAY, REMUS!" Sirius yelled suddenly, his face flushed with anger. Remus' playfulness evaporated and he stared at Sirius, seeing a stranger rather than his long term best friend, "I DON'T NEED A HUG! I NEED MY WIFE TO GET OUT OF THIS DEPRESSION AND FUCKING TELL ME SHE'S OKAY! I NEED HER TO BE IRIS AGAIN SO THAT I CAN BE SIRIUS!"

Remus stared at Sirius, "Padfoot –"

Sirius held up a hand to stop Remus from saying anything. He took a swig from his bottle and said, "I can't be me until she's back to who she was. My soul is knitted with hers. Until she's fine … I'm not fine."

Hey guys. So … I think you'll be happy to know that things are much much MUCH better. Thanks to JD. =)

So I've decided to write again. It won't be as frequently updated but I'll update a chapter every four to six days. That alright with you guys?

And by the way, I can't apologize enough for abandoning all of you. I really can't. So to make up for me abandoning EBYT for SUCH a long time, I have written two more stories on Fiction Press which you should check out if you want to.

Crash Into Me is actually getting published in Pakistan. :D Bless JD.

And EBYT is back in action. XD And I promise things will get better soon. :D

Reviewwww guys! And check out Crash Into Me, I REALLY need some advice on it before it's officially published. The link is in my profile.

As always, I love you all like crazy.

-Sherry