Hello! This is a pretty big chapter, and it's a little longer than usual. Updates might not be as regular form now on, because I start school on Wednesday and have some important exams during February and the end of the year, so I'll have lots of homework and study to do. I'll od my best though, I promise not to give up on this story (reviews do help ;))! Enjoy the chapter!

Lissa's POV

I slipped out of Dumbledore's office, clutching an empty vial as I felt the effects of the potion that had been in it working on me already. The headmaster had been very understanding, even telling me that I didn't have detention for ditching countless classes and casting some rather...questionable…wards, but he had insisted that there was no way that I would be allowed to enter seventh year without taking my end-of-year exams. I thought that there really wasn't very much point in telling Dumbledore about Bellatrix's threat and the very likely possibility that I wouldn't be able to attend for seventh year anyway, and while Dumbledore meant so well, I highly doubted that he would be able to do very much against the Death Eaters without getting killed himself. Since even if I survived this summer I'd be dead for sure once I'd graduated Hogwarts, I thought it would be kinder to spare the poor man any guilt he might feel from involvement in my sorry little tale (cue the heart-wrenching sobs).

I strolled down to the Entrance Hall where the rest of my year was waiting for the second years to finish their Charms exam so that we could use the Hall for our first exam, . I stood a little apart from everyone else, not close enough that anyone would try and talk to me, but not far enough to be noticeable. I suppressed a small smile. This was perfect! Leaning back against the wall, I slipped a small cosmetic mirror out of my robes and held it up to my face, curious as to what I would look like for the next two hours. Dumbledore had given me several small vials of potion, warning me that they would each last only two hours, just enough to get through an exam.

I smiled softly at my reflection in the tiny mirror. My face was small and heart-shaped, speckled with golden freckles, less than I had in my own form. I had a cute button nose and clear blue-grey eyes that reminded me, with a shiver, of Regulus Black's. My now dirty-blond hair was cut choppily to about two inches above my shoulders, and I seemed to be even shorter than I had been before. I could probably pass for a twelve-year-old, I looked so little and cute. At the same time, I looked generic enough that I would be easily forgotten.

McGonagall emerged from the doors of the Great Hall, holding them open for the stream of departing second years. When they were all gone, muttering furiously to each other about their exam, we were waved in and seated at the single desks. The Great Hall was laid out in much the same way as it had been for our OWLs, but of course these exams weren't going to be quite as important. McGonagall waved her wand, giving out the parchment and test papers instantaneously, before turning to flip over the hourglass. "You may begin," she said gravely, and the first grains of sand began to trickle through.

I turned over the exam paper and took a deep breath before slowly starting to write. My wrist was still a little stiff from when I'd fallen on it during the Quidditch final, although Madam Pomfrey had healed it to the best of her ability it still twinged from time to time. She'd said that it was just something that I'd have to get used to, though, because it had been injured badly and that she was 'a Healer, not a miracle-worker.' It no longer surprised or disappointed me that Healers could fix all of your ailments, the Healers in Mungo's had said the exact same thing. The now-pinkish scars that snaked across the surface of my skin like spiders' webs were testament to that.

When Dumbledore had said only this morning that I'd have to take my exams, I'd panicked, afraid that I'd take one look at the exam paper and realize that I'd forgotten everything. I guessed it wasn't quite so bad, but let's just say that my sixth year exams would probably not be the high point of my academic career. Still give it two weeks and it wouldn't matter. My parents weren't around anymore to be disappointed by low test scores and grades, and I hardly thought that DJ had the time or energy to care very much either. And me, well I knew that if I lasted two weeks outside of Hogwarts it would be nothing short of a miracle.

I finished my test early, confident in most of my answers. Leaning back in my chair, I glanced around the Hall and the rest of my year. Sirius was sitting several rows away from me, Potter ( gazing dreamily at Lily) and Pettigrew (shooting frequent panicked glances at the hourglass) in front of him and Lupin (calmly writing what were probably long, perfect answers) behind him. Sirius seemed to be finished his test as well, since his head was resting on the papers. He seemed to be asleep, but as his head turned slightly in my direction I discovered that this was not the case. When I saw his face I nearly gasped with shock. Sirius' skin was deathly pale, and his eyes had bags under them the color of purple bruises and were rimmed with red as though he'd either been crying or rubbing them viciously. His whole body looked limp and exhausted, and a burning bolt of guilt shot through me at the sight, because I had done this to him. I had hurt Sirius Black: the man-whore, the prankster, the amazing Keeper, the charmer, the popular kid, the rascal-like kid always brimming with life and passion. Now he was as limp as a ragdoll, all the life had gone out of him, and it hurt badly to see him like that. Hopefully it would get better when he no longer had to see me everyday, when he would no longer be constantly reminded that someone he had trusted had turned away from him completely, refused to tell him why and was no longer capable of looking him in the eye. Still, he was the school's male sex-god, so I doubted he'd have much trouble finding someone to move on with. I just hoped that he wouldn't always hate me.

The exam ended and we all drifted out, most students headed for either their Common Room or the library to study for the next exam. I spotted Wade in the crowd, pale and weary-looking, muttering to Nate and Greg, probably about the exam. I smiled at that, for all of his protesting about it, Wade really was a nerdy Ravenclaw through and through. Then I stopped smiling, because he'd always been my nerdy Ravenclaw, and now he probably hated me for everything I'd put him through. My other friends, too: Lily, Mary, Alice, Emm, Marley, Fabian and Gideon. I'd been so horrible to them that if they didn't hate me yet it was only a matter of time. I didn't know whether it was better or worse for them than Sirius, knowing everything that had happened- that my parents were dead and that Bellatrix had threatened that I would be quick to follow.

I shrugged off the increasingly depressing thoughts, reciting Potions formulae in my head as I made my way back to the Room of Requirement. Driving myself insane would do nothing for my already low chances of survival.

Sirius' POV

I lay my head down on the table when I'd finished my Transfiguration exam, glancing around the Great Hall to see if I could spot Lissa's new face. When Dumbledore had told us that he would be giving Lissa a supply of glamour potions, I'd thought it would be simple to find out who she was- just look for the one person in my year that I didn't recognize. Yeah, not as simple as that, apparently. Turns out there were lots of people I hadn't even known were in our year at all (unsurprising, since I knew exactly three Hufflepuffs- all past girlfriends, and six Ravenclaws- old girlfriends, Simmons and his two friends, Hughes and Abbott). There were two blond twins in the back I could have sworn were in third year before today (in my defense, they were about three feet tall and wore their hair in pigtails), and a tall gangly boy I'd thought had graduated three years ago (whoops…). I was sure that the only people who knew the names and matching faces of every single student in our year were the Ravenclaws, Lily Evans and Moony.

I glanced around the Great Hall once more before closing my eyes. I was so tired, probably because I hadn't slept properly in months. I knew that I'd gotten paler and a bit depressed, but I felt so worried and so angry about Lissa all the time that I felt like the whole thing was burning me up from the inside. I was worried that she might hurt herself, that somehow my cousins had hurt her irreparably, that somehow things had been worse for her than she'd accidentally let slip. I knew that there was something else, Lissa's behavior and McGonagall's earlier words had cemented that in my mind. I knew that the Cruciatus Curse (for what else could have been used on her?) was bad, but it couldn't be this bad. I knew the side effects of the Cruciatus Curse better than anyone- the nervous tremors, the phantom pains, the awful nightmares- but breaking up with your boyfriend and friends and refusing to speak to anyone weren't among them. Something else had happened, and if I wanted to fix things I'd have to find out what.

Fixing my eyes on the trickling hourglass, I went over my options. I could ask Dumbledore, but he'd probably respond with something cryptic and frustrating. There was no way he'd actually let slip anything useful. I could ask Lissa, but previous experience had shown how that would go. I could ask Remus, but I knew that no matter how hard I begged there were things the werewolf just wouldn't tell me. A while ago he'd told me that Lissa's friends had told him that Bellatrix, my cousin, had been writing to Lissa. However, when I'd asked what about and if it had had anything to do with me, he'd clammed up and refused to say another word. I could ask Lissa's friends, but it didn't take a genius to realize that they were the ones who'd made Remus promise not to say anything on the subject to me, so they'd hardly be a feasible option.

I thought harder. I could ask Simmons, if he didn't run a mile firing hexes over his shoulder every time he so much as caught a glimpse of me. I suppose that was partly my fault, but I just hated Simmons so much that I couldn't help but take my anger and frustration out on him, in the form of curses of rather questionable legality. So Simmons was out. Then I remembered that Simmons' older brother was with Danny gang, meaning that he was most likely privy to at least as much information as his younger brother. Then again, thinking back to how close the four members of Danny's gang had been at school: Danny, Harry Simmons, Jasper and Jonathon McKinnon all joined at the hip despite the fact that Jasper was nearly three years younger than the others, and knew that none of them would betray the other. I knew that asking one of them to share secrets about Danny and Lissa with me would be tantamount to just that in their eyes. The four of them were like brothers, much like Prongs, Padfoot, Wormy and I. I supposed I could always try and write, but if Danny hadn't replied to my last letter he wouldn't reply to another.

I groaned in frustration, my thoughts buzzing around in my head like a nest of wasps. I knew that I needed to find out Lissa's secrets so that I could help and understand things, but I didn't know how! I was running in circles, and it was beginning to drive me a little mad. I'd be as insane as my mother soon. I sighed softly, knowing that if I made too much noise I'd be accused of cheating via Morse code or something and get like a month of detention, as if I didn't already have enough of those. Oh well, at least that was one thing I could thank my family for: I was an expert at concealing things, especially feelings and emotions. Bella had never been very good at that, and neither had I really, not like Andy. Andromeda had been so skilled at it that she'd managed to hide her relationship with the Muggleborn Ted Tonks for two years. Aunt Druella and Uncle Cygnus hadn't put two and two together until the owl arrived with a wedding invitation. I hated to admit it, but I was more like Bella than everyone thought, and I was terrified that some day I was going to slip up and the wildness I held inside of me would escape take me over. Because no matter how far I ran or how hard I rebelled against traditional Pureblood ideals, I was a Black. I suppose that I was most afraid that out of all of my qualities and characteristics that that would win out.

Lissa's POV

"Alright, sixth years, time's up!," McGonagall said from the front of the Great Hall, her voice magically magnified, "Drop your quills! That includes you, Mr Pettigrew!" Peter Pettigrew blushed red as a tomato and dropped his quill as though it was burning him, before turning to stare at the top of his desk. In front of him, Sirius had his head resting on the table, the beginnings of a new habit, I reckoned. Most of our year was sighing with relief, we'd finished our last exam and could now look forward to a relaxing summer before returning for a grueling seventh year and the NEWTs. I wasn't happy though, and glancing subtly over at Sirius and the rest of my friends scattered around the Hall, I guessed that I was far from the only one.

McGonagall waved her wand and about a hundred rolls of parchment soared over to land on her desk at the front of the Hall. "You may go," she said, dismissing us with a flick of her wrist, opening the doors of the Great Hall with a quick wave of her wand. I was probably among the first out of my seat, time was running short, we left on the Hogwarts Express early tomorrow morning, and I had a few loose ends to tie up.

I quickly left the crowds of sixth years behind, breaking into a run as I made my way to the Room of Requirement. My time was running out, and fast. Once I reached the Room of Requirement, I felt a slight tingling sensation as my features became my own again, the glamour potion wearing off. I glanced at myself in the mirror that hung on the wall of the room that now mimicked my dormitory: my dark waves were back, long and silky down my back. I was maybe an inch taller again, my eyes green once more, my freckles once more stood out sharply from my sickly pale skin. Peeling off my socks and shoes and stripping down to my underwear, I saw with a sigh that my scars had reappeared as well. The pink lines ran over my shoulders, my back, my stomach, and my lower legs and my arms. So, pretty much everywhere, really. The scars had yet to reach that silvery, fully-healed stage, and according to the Healers in the Curse Wounds Wing at St Mungo's, they never might. I grimaced, pulling on baggy jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. It was disgusting, really.

I shoved my feet into a pair of socks and my favorite scuffed trainers and wrapped a thick fleecy blanket around my shoulders to stop my shivering. I suppose I'd lost a lot of weight recently, and was now constantly cold. I sat down at the small writing desk in the corner of the room and rifled through the drawers, pulling out several sheets of parchment and a Self-Inking Quill. I thought carefully for a minute, then I began to write.

§ § § §

The next morning, I woke early, got dressed and started packing frantically. I glanced quickly at my watch- nine o'clock. Shit, the train left in an hour, and I had to get down to the station as well! I abandoned folding and decided to just chuck everything into my trunk- closing books on pairs of socks, shoving quills into shoes, and balling up my best dress robes. It's not like I'd need any of this stuff ever again, anyway. When I was finished I cast a Lightening Charm on my trunk, threw on my cloak lopsidedly and dragged my trunk through the corridors, keeping a low profile.

Keeping an eye out for something, I patted the pocket of my jeans carefully, sighing softly in relief when I encountered the reassuring feel of the folded parchment sheets. I pushed through the crowds, keeping my eyes peeled for James Potter.

I'd spent last night scribbling out letters to my friends and Sirius, explaining everything I'd done in the very likely case that I wouldn't get a chance to do it in person. I figured that it would be easier to give the letter to James for several reasons- he'd know where to send all of the letters, I wouldn't have a nervous breakdown from the guilt at the sight of his face, and I hoped that as the bearer of bad news, James would be kind enough to do his best to soften the blow. That was pretty much all I could hope for at this point.

Finally I spotted Potter's trademark mop of unruly black hair. "S'cuse me," I murmured, pushing past a timid first-year. "Sorry there," I muttered shoving a tall Slytherin out of the way. "MOVE IT, PUCEY, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" I finally reached James, who was alone thankfully. The rest of the Marauders were probably lagging behind, and if I had to guess I'd say that James was probably trying to catch up with Lily, who was always among the firs tonto the train.

"Wait, Potter," I panted, reaching out to grab his arm. Potter whirled round, eyes going wide when he spotted me. I quickly let go of him and reached into my pocket for the letters. "I need a favor, Potter," I explained quickly, "Deliver these, addresses are on the back, for me please. Thanks, Potter, I owe you one," I said, shoving the sheets of parchment into his hand before beginning to move away. James just stared at me, frozen and with his mouth open in a decent imitation of a goldfish. I was about to plunge back into the crowd moving towards the door when Potter shut his moth and recovered. "Crawford, wait! Lissa…!"

But I was already gone. I pushed through the crowd and slipped behind a pillar in the Entrance Hall, where I shrunk my school trunk and shoved it into my pocket. I'd made a trip to the kitchens the day before, so my trunk was now stuffed with about a ton of perishable food (i.e. tinned beans and canned mandarins) and bottled pumpkin juice. Yes, I may die this summer, but I'll be doing it after one hearty breakfast. No better way to die.

I jumped into the last carriage leaving for Hogsmeade train station with a bunch of third year Hufflepuffs, all of whom shot me odd looks but otherwise ignored me. "So, Jason, I was wondering if you could…" The Hufflepuffs went on and on about their plans for the summer, and I got more and more bored. How bloody long did it take to get to the station anyway? I had just thrown myself against the side of the carriage, exhausted and hoping for a five minute nap, when a snap and metallic crinkle sounded out, accompanied by the tropical citrus tang of canned mandarins. Well, shit.

The Hufflepuffs all turned to look suspiciously at me. "What's that smell?," a girl with short blond pigtails asked me warily. I smirked. "Dunno," I answered angelically. A scrawny blond boy who looked somewhat like Pigtail Girl narrowed his eyes at me, a spark of recognition following instants later. "Hey, you're Sirius Black's girlfriend, aren't you?" I sighed hopelessly, rolling my eyes and muttering under my breath abut "pathologically ignorant Hufflepuffs. No wonder some people thought of Hufflepuffs as cannon fodder? I mean, these geniuses weren't exactly furthering their House's intellectual reputation!

I fixed my face into a mask of disbelief. "Are you serious?" The Hufflepuff looked a little offended. "Excuse me?," he stuttered, face taking on a distinct reddish hue. I rolled my eyes again. "Sirius Black and I broke up a good five months ago, and although I know that your House isn't exactly known for its intellect, let me ask you this: have you been living under a rock since Christmas?!" Now it wasn't just the blond boy with a red face. The others were all pretty angry as well, their red faces clashing horribly with their yellow school ties and House badges. It may say something about me that, stuck in a compartment of angry witches and wizards, out-numbered about five-to-one, this was what I'd noticed. On the other hand, no matter how scary Pigtail Girl looked with he Gryffindor-red cheeks, she had nothing on Bellatrix Lestrange. Or Lily Evans, for that matter.

"Not everyone follows your love life, bitch," Pigtail Girl sniped nastily. I smirked rather evilly, hiding my shock that a Hufflepuff even knew the word 'bitch'. "Somebody learned a new word, didn't they?," I cooed, "Maybe you can use it I the company of someone who can't do this to you." With that I flicked my wand in her direction, transfiguring her pigtails into literal pigs tails. An improvement, in my opinion. "Toodle-doo!," I sang brightly, hopping out the door of the carriage just as it pulled up outside the train station, smirking to myself.

Since the platform was practically empty, I didn't bother with a Disillusionment Charm. I got onto the train, found an empty compartment, locked the door, and promptly slumped across the seat. I was asleep within seconds.

Sirius' POV

Moony, Wormy and I were lazing around in our compartment when the Hogwarts Express started to move. "Where's Prongs?," Wormtail asked anxiously, face pressed up against the glass. Moony and I exchanged exasperated glances, rolling our eyes at Peter. "I'm sure he'll be along any minute now, Pete," Moony said kindly. Wormtail nodded glumly and threw himself down next to Moony. He reached into his robes and pulled out a bag of Chocolate Frogs. "Want some?" Moony practically pounced on the bag, pulling out a handful and dropping it onto his lap. He then bent over his chocolate as though someone would take it from him, his face and defensive crouch somewhat wolfish. "You had to ask, Wormy?," I snickered as Remus shoved chocolate after chocolate into his mouth, until his face was covered with melted brown goodness.

Moony narrowed his eyes at me, mouth still jam-packed with Chocolate Frogs. "I like choc'lt," he muttered through a mouth full of the stuff, by way of explanation. I reached across to pat him on the shoulder, earning a scowl in return. "Trust me, Remus mate," I said with a martyred sigh, "We know." Moony scowled at me before turning back to his beloved chocolate.

Ten minutes later, I was bored to death. Wormy and Moony were still stuffing their faces with chocolate, and every time I tried to start a conversation with them I got a rather scary scowl in return for my efforts. For the love of Merlin, how dense did they have to be to realize that I needed a distraction! Wasn't Moony the one who had dubbed my recent bad mood 'Lissa-induced angst'? Now the formerly understanding friend was gorging himself on chocolate. He'd probably eaten even more than Wormtail, and that was saying something. When I heard a light knock on the compartment door, I almost cried with relief.

"Prongs!," I cried gratefully, dropping to the ground on my knees and grabbing onto his robes, "You've come to save me from these idiots!" James said nothing. I looked form, confused. Prongs was usually the first among us to fool around, but now he was wearing a serious expression. "Padfoot," he said in a low, sober voice, "I think you might want to sit down."

I complied, and Prongs sat down next to me. Across from us, Wormy and Moony were listening with rapt attention and curiosity, the chocolate, although smeared liberally across their faces, now forgotten. "Scourgify," James muttered, cleaning their faces, not that they noticed. I turned to James, getting more and more worried by the second. "What is it, Prongs?," I asked urgently, "Is it Lissa?" James simply nodded, reaching into his pocket to pull out several folded sheets of parchment. He looked through them quickly, pulling one out and handing it to me. I glanced down at the folded-over piece of parchment. Written on the back was a name and address: 'Mr Sirius Black, Potter Manor, Hertfordshire.' "Lissa's handwriting," I breathed.

James nodded. "She ran up to me when everyone was getting into the carriages up at the school. She gave me a bunch of these letters, addressed to all of her friends, and told me to send them. I don't know why she couldn't have just waited and done it herself, but…," James trailed off, watching as I turned the parchment over in my hands, running my fingers over the inked words.

"Go on, Pads," Moony whispered, "Open it." I nodded, sliding my finger under the seal Lissa had kept the letter closed with, and snapping it. I unfolded the parchment carefully, but couldn't bring myself to read it. I shoved it at Moony, who took it, bewildered. Wormy and Prongs both shot me odd looks as well. "I can't read it," I confessed, "Moony can do it. Please, Moony?"

Remus nodded solemnly, cleared his throat and began to read out the letter in a low, hushed voice. Prongs flicked his wand at the compartment door, muttering a couple of privacy charms we used often to great effect. I sat tensely at the edge of my seat as Remus read out the letter.

"Dear Sirius,

"I realize that I have not spoken to you in a while, and I am sorry. I have also behaved very coldly and unfairly towards you ever since Christmas, and I would like to apologize sincerely. It seemed necessary at the time.

"I know that you have had your suspicions, Sirius, and I know that you discuss these with your friends. I guess I don't really mind that now, so when you've finished reading this letter you can do whatever you want with it: send it in to The Daily Prophet, burn it, forward it to everyone you know. It won't matter soon enough anyway.

"I want you to know why I broke up with you, I guess. I probably won't be seeing you again, and I would like your memory of me to be a true one. I don't want to be remembered as one of those hateful girlfriends, so here goes:

"You were right, Sirius, I was tortured. Over Christmas break, Christmas Eve actually, a group of Death Eaters broke into my house looking for my dad. They found us all- me, my mom and dad, DJ- hiding under the kitchen table. I suppose I should tell you too that you were right about something else- some of your cousins were involved. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan and Lucius Malfoy were all there. I'm sure that you will be glad to know though, Sirius, that although I'm now sure Regulus is indeed a Death Eater, he wasn't there that night.

"The Death Eaters tortured us one at a time, focusing on my father. Rabastan Lestrange especially. They all hated my father because he was Head Auror, and my mother because she was Muggleborn. You're probably wondering why I am speaking of my parent sin the past tense, although I am sure that you can guess why. After several hours of torture, the Death Eaters killed my mother and father, although both were so far gone that I doubt they felt anything at all. I don't know whether that makes it better or worse, but at least they didn't see it coming.

"DJ and I were left alive, and I still don't quite know why. Bellatrix certainly seems to hate him enough when she shattered the bones in his leg to powder. At some point, Bellatrix started to threaten me. She threatened James and Lily by name, for not supporting Voldemort and being a Muggleborn, and the rest of my friends by extension. Then, Sirius, she threatened you. I'm very sorry about this, by the way, but Bellatrix told me that it was Regulus who told her about our relationship. She told me straight out that she would rather kill you, her own cousin, herself than allow you to 'sully your pure blood' by being with me. If it's any excuse, that's why I broke up with you- to protect you, the only way I knew how.

"I am sorry if I didn't go about it the best way, Sirius, but I had only the best of intentions. I am sorry if I hurt you, I didn't mean to. It just happened, I guess, and I hope that you can forgive me. That's not all though, I'm afraid. I suppose that my friends have probably told you at least a bit about the letters Bellatrix Lestrange has been sending me for the last few months. Since I have promised myself to be honest with you (the least I can do, really), I'll tell the truth about those letters. Bellatrix has been threatening my friends and their families, so I thought that cutting all ties with them might make it stop. I'm not quite sure if it has, but I've done all I can. I did tell them everything, but that's different. When I was released from Mungo's I went to stay with Marlene's family, and she wrote to the others for me. I would have told you as well, would have told everyone as well, but Barty Crouch swore me and Wade, the only people aware of what happened as far as he is concerned, to secrecy under the Confidential Ministry Information Act, and we were promised that if we were to break our silence we would be thrown into Azkaban.

"Bellatrix has also promised to kill me this summer, to put it bluntly. That was a big point in all of her letters. I guess she regrets leaving me alive, and my brother's gang hardly helps things. It isn't DJ's fault though, I could never blame him. I know that he never meant to hurt me, and that he's only doing what he thinks he has to do. I have given James a letter for him too, as well as for each of my friends. I can only hope that DJ, Jasper, Harry and Jonathon last longer than I will. I know that Crouch has promised to interrogate Marlene's family about Jonathon, her cousin, but as Marlene's family are quite high up in the Ministry that that will afford them some level of protection. I am sure that they will be questioned, but Crouch wouldn't dare do anything more to them.

"I suppose that this is goodbye then, Sirius. At least now you understand why I did what I did, and that I never have and never will hate you. I'll understand if you don't feel quite the same. Also, since I won't be seeing you again I suppose you should know something else- I love you. I have for months, and I have known ever since you found Wade and I outside Dumbledore's office after hours. By the way, Sirius, Wade and I were never anything more than best friends. I have known the guy since we were six, and it is impossible in my opinion to love as anything more than a best friend a boy who once pushed me into a pond when we were eight. I swear that I never cheated on you, why would I? To your credit, Sirius, you were never anything less than the perfect boyfriend and gentleman.

"Love always,

Lissa Crawford"

When he was finished reading, Remus dropped the letter, and well all watched as it slipped through his fingers and fell slowly to the ground. I could hardly breath, I definitely couldn't think. Oh Lissa. Oh Merlin, Lissa.

So… thoughts? Sirius knows all of Lissa's secrets now, what do you think he'll do? What do you think Lissa plans to do next over the summer? Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and reviews seriously do make me write at least ten times faster! So… please review, long, short or just a few words. Next chapter will be soon