The house was quiet, everyone was asleep. Eithan had by this hour not yet come home, and Brant Adela was quite worried although he said nothing. His son must decide for himself, and he knew precisely what people he was spending his time with, however he did not know what they were doing; Even so, he had his theories.

For years now there had been uncertainties of what was really happening, people were disappearing, being tormented, even found dead. The one whom they called the Dark Lord was planting fear in everyone. Clearly opposing the ministry with the goal of cleansing the world of muggle-borns and 'other filth', he created terror.

This had been going on for years now, and every day it became more and more evident when you read the papers. It was clear to Brant that a lot of his relatives and acquaintances approved of this dream that a 'pure society' could be created. Brant did not know exactly what he thought, at first he had considered it as something he agreed with. Then, as more chaos and terror was established he could not approve of it anymore. But he could not say so aloud, he could not oppose himself to 'the Dark One', to do so would be foolish and dangerous at this point. He could not endanger his whole family - he could not risk their lives.

Now, he suspected his son might be involved in what they called 'the Dark Lord's inner circle.' He realised his son was on the verge of becoming one of his closest allied. He did not know if he should be proud or devastated since he imagined its danger; the Dark Lord was not one you could disappoint.

And his daughter, Eleana. His hair had nearly turned gray when hearing of hers and Sirius' relationship. She was unaware of the real dangers, and he had tried to stop it from happening. When she had told him that she was in love with Sirius Black he remembered how cold he had gone on the inside, out of mere fright. In times such as these, who knew which ones could be trusted. Certainly not young Sirius Black. First of all: he had left his family, a good family, a wealthy one, a pure one, and he hated everything similar to his family. Second of all: He was allied with the ones they now had to call enemies in times of war.

Brant could not help but to question the young man's motives; why had he set his claws into his innocent daughter? He was young, nearly a boy, still, one could not rule out the possibility of him being a spy. He could use Eleana in order to gain what he wanted. Brant could not trust him, he only resented him for putting his daughter in danger.

He was trying to keep his family out of the war, but it was impossible. If there had not been a war, and times had not been as dark as they were now, he probably would not had approved of Sirius anyway; however things were far too complex now. His daughter could not be involved with Sirius, it was just too dangerous.

These sort of thoughts were the ones that kept him up at night. Several times he heard Melanie call him from the bed where she lay, sometimes she even came to fetch him if he had gone as far as his office. He could tell she was worried about him, and he did not want her to be. He always returned to her when she called, and held her warm body close to his in order to fall asleep.

One thought on his mind: He had to protect the ones who were closest to him.

Eleana sneaked out when the clock struck twelve, the sounds of every striking 'dong' drowned the sound of her footsteps as she went down the stairs. She was wearing her red dress, as she had been wearing the whole day, and she had also put on a black cardigan for the evening in case it would be chilly outside. keeping her feet light, she snaked outside, and when she had closed the front doors with utmost carefulness she put on her shoes which she had been carrying in her hand.

The gates opened without difficulty; the spells placed upon it were only for none family members. She closed it with delicate effort, careful not to make too much noise. There was a copse not far away, it took her less than three minutes to walk.

With no sign of Sirius she sighed and waited by a tree nearby. It was the same tree which Sirius had placed his motorcycle nearby when they last met.

She glanced at the wristwatch she had borrowed from her brother, and saw that he was five minutes late. Surely he would turn up any second now, she thought. She waited, and waited, and an hour later when she was sitting on the cold ground the sound of a vehicle was heard. It was muffled but audible.

The motorbike landed on the ground amongst the trees. Its driver spotted her and jumped off of it as he approached her while leading it.

Eleana got on her feet "You're late." she said and hugged her elbows, the midnight air had cooled her.

Sirius on the other hand looked flushed and his hair was tousled by the wind. He also seemed to be in a very good mood while he moved as if he was tired from exertion.

"I'm sorry" he said with a smile as he steadied his bike to greet her properly.

He did not seem sorry at all to Eleana. When he leaned in to kiss her she diverged his intention and looked away.

"I've been standing here for over an hour."

Sirius sighed. "I'm sorry." He told her again, he was not smiling; This time he meant it. "I got caught up with something " and so he was smiling again.

"Well I hope it was worth it because I'm leaving." She said when hearing the thrill in his voice, thereafter she began to walk away.

Sirius immediately caught up with her and blocked her way. She did not look pleased by this. He grabbed her shoulders while staring her deep in the eye.

"I'm sorry! Alright... Eleana you know I want to see you - this was my idea. I just got caught up in somethin' I thought wouldn't take this long... you should've been there though, it was swell"

"Are you going to tell me what you've been doing all night?" she asked, and he could tell she still had not forgiven him yet.

Sirius let go of her and hesitated before answering. Was it wise to tell her that he and James had been speeding on his motorcycle while being chased by three death eaters, and also being stopped by two muggle policemen before the death eaters caught up with them? She would definitely consider it dangerous. Also, perhaps he should not mention that her brother had been one of the death eaters on a broomstick either, and that Sirius had fired a spell which sent him crashing to the ground.

Eleana was waiting with raised eyebrows.

"Well..." he scratched his neck. "you see... Me and James were taking a ride, and... lost track of time." He shrugged innocently.

Eleana stared at him. "You left me standing here out in the cold for over an hour because you lost track of time?"

Sirius bit his lip and realised how bad it sounded. "kind of.. yeah." He felt like he should add something to make it better. "You should have seen the tricks we pulled, it was fantastic."

It did not make it better.

"Oi! don't leave... Please."

"I'm taking a risk here! - and I expect you to at least care enough to show up on time."

"Eleana, I do care... I do care." And so he embraced her fondly. She let him do it although she was very angry with him, she even hugged him back, letting her hands slip under his jacket and hug his t-shirt covered back.

"You're cold" Sirius said alarmingly as he hugged her tighter.

"Obviously. You would be too if you'd been standing out here as long as I have." The tone in her voice was bitter.

"Here, Take my jacket." Sirius said and began to take it off.

"But then you'll be cold." She protested.

"No, I won't... I'm warm, can't you tell?" he said and placed the jacket over her shoulders.

As he embraced her again she answered, "Yes, you are." And he really was. The warmth comforted her and made her own cheeks blossom with health. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, you should be sendin' a jinx my way for being this late."

Eleana hit him teasingly, and they both began to laugh. Then their lips connected in an ecstatic kiss with arms wrapped around one another. Her hands went to his shoulders and down on his arms. Then when her grasp became a little firmer he grunted and parted their lips as he moved his left arm away from her grasp.

Confused, Eleana looked at him worriedly. The expression on his face made it clear he was in pain, although he tried to hide it with a smirk on his lips.

"What is it?"

"Nothin', it's nothing." He said and turned his arm away from her so she would not be able see it.

"Sirius, are you hurt?"

"No, no... I'm fine."

"It's your arm isn't it?"

"It's just a scratch."

Eleana realised she had something on her fingers, she looked at her own hand and saw dried blood. "You're bleeding!" she said with terror and tried to get a glimpse of his arm.

Sirius struggled for her not to see it, but eventually she grabbed him by the wrist in order to keep him still. With a sigh he gave up as it was too late.

The wound in his bicep was moist with blood, it was fresh and without doubt painful.

"Eleana, it's nothing... Really."

"Really?" she said doubtfully and continued to inspect the wound.

"See, the bleeding's almost stopped now, it's alright."

Eleana took out her wand and out of it came a bandage which secured itself around his arm. At least she could do that.

"Thank you." He said, and felt bad that she had to see that. Clearly she was worried.

"You failed to mention that you had an accident."

"Yeah, I thought it'd be best not to worry you."

"You know you can tell me, Sirius. You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me." And so she embraced him again, while careful not to hurt him.

Sirius considered telling her the truth about his 'accident', that one of the death eaters had hit him with a spell right after he had sent Eithan Adela to the ground. The bloke missed fairly, that was why it had only scratched his arm. If the spell had hit him properly, he might have been dead by now. This information would certainly make her panic he thought, deciding not to tell her. "You up for a ride now?" he asked instead.

Eleana looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Only if you avoid stunts that will send you to St Mungo's."

"I'll try." He said teasingly, his voice pleasantly warm in its tone.

He went to his motorcycle and placed himself astride on it. Meanwhile Eleana placed her arms in each sleeve of his jacket and then went to him.

"Hop on."

She did as he said and while she did she remembered that she was wearing a dress, and therefore made sure he was not glancing over his shoulder as she seperated her legs in order to sit.

"You'll need to be holdin' on to me." he said before he started the engine.

Eleana moved closer to him and placed her arms around his chest. The engine roared loudly, and Eleana prayed to Merlin that her parents would not awake from the sound.

The wheels began to roll, they drove out on the meadow and then lifted into the air. Eleana had seen him fly it on his way here, but remembered that an ordinary motorcycle used by the muggles could not fly. 'It must be one of his 'additions' she thought.

Eleana had never really enjoyed using broomsticks, given that she was afraid of heights. They were lifting higher and higher into the air in an immense speed, and she had to close her eyes. The skirt fluttered around her and her hair blew backwards in the wind.

Sirius felt Eleana's fingers dig into his chest and it made him glance back, trying to get a sight of her. "You alright there, love?"

"I'm good." Eleana said with a trembling voice. "It's just so exhilarating"

"I know." He said with a grin, and to Eleana's dismay he made them soar higher into the air. She made the mistake of peeking downwards, everything looked extremely small, and she deluded herself that the stars were bigger than she had ever seen them. Would they soon reach space? The air felt thin in her lungs and she realised she was in complete panic.

"Sirius..."

"Yeah?" he shouted to overpower the sound of the engine and the wind which was blowing in their ears.

"Could we land somewhere?" she said, almost on the verge of fainting.

"Sure!" he answered and began to dive. Eleana felt the pressure in her ears ease so rapidly that it almost hurt.

Two minutes later they landed on a large grass covered cliff, close to the ocean. As soon as the engine was off Sirius let go of the handlebars and dragged a hand through his ruffled hair.

Eleana did not ease her grip, and he turned his head to look at her curiously. "You alright?"

"uhu" she mumbled reassuringly into his back.

"Really?" The corners of Sirius' mouth twitched as he tried to keep himself from laughing. She was obviously lying.

Eleana sensed that he had seen right through her, and she then hugged him tighter. "I'm afraid of heights." She admitted.

"Of heights..." he knit his brows together. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I forgot how afraid I was... I've not been on a broomstick for over four years now, and when on it I never went nearly as high as we did"

Sirius felt kind of bad that the ride had been so unpleasant for her, yet he still thought it would have been better if she had told him of her fears beforehand. With a smirk he eased her fingers from his chest, and realised that they had probably left some marks visible under his t-shirt.

Eleana grabbed a hold of herself and let go of him completely.

Sirius put down the main stand and flung his leg over to the other side in order to stand. Then he turned to face Eleana who was straightening out her skirt, making it cover her thighs.

"let's take it easy for a while then, come on." he offered his hand.

Eleana took it and climbed off the large motorbike. She stood on rather shaky legs. To her relief, Sirius held his hand around her waist as they went closer to the edge. They stopped before reaching it and sat down on the ground.

Sirius laid down on his back in the dew sprinkled grass. Eleana watched him where he had positioned himself, with his head resting on his hands. She was drawn to him and placed herself beside him, gazing up towards the starry sky. Thousands or even million of stars were sparkling amongst the darkness, and Eleana who was a fairly good astronomer could immediately spot the star called 'Sirius'.

"Do you see it?" she asked with her tender voice.

"See what?"

"Your star?"

"My star?" he said, but it did not take long before he remembered. Of course, there was a star out there which had his name. "Right, my star..." he begun to search the nightly sky for it with narrowed eyes.

Eleana waited for him to find it, although it took a while and she could not stop herself from saying "Were my teaching skills that bad?"

"No, no.." he grinned while continuing to search the glistening sky. "You were a really good teacher... at least on the snogging subject" he snorted.

"Oh, shut it!" She laughed. "It's over there." She pointed towards it, it seemed to be quite far down on the sky.

"Where?"

"Right there" she said and pointed more evidently.

"Oh, right. Now I see it." He said.

"It shines brightly." She mentioned.

"It does." He agreed, observing it.

They stayed silent for a while. Eleana put her arm around him while resting her head on his chest. The warmth he beamed heated her cheek. She could hear the beating of his heart, the rhythm soothed her.

Sirius broke the silence after a while. "Now I'm wondering... if I'm named after a star, what are you named after?"

Eleana opened her eyes and saw a breeze making the grass waver mildly. "I'm named after a star which shines even brighter than yours actually."

"Now what star could that be?" Sirius searched the sky for it, but it was hard to see since the stars were nearly not visible anymore.

"I'll show you in a few minutes" Eleana said and closed her eyes again.

A confused Sirius drew his eyebrows together and waited. He held his arm around her, making sure that she stayed warm.

Eleana sat up after a quarter of an hour had passed, and she looked quite sleepy in Sirius's eyes. Then she turned her head to the horizon.

"There you have it." She said.

Sirius supported himself on his elbows and looked. There was the sun, it was on its way up from the horizon; within an hour it would part from it.

"The sun? The sun... you're named after the sun." His eyes lit up, the answer to his question had finally been presented.

"My name means 'daughter of the sun' " she looked at him. "My father thought it was suitable since I was born at the break of dawn." A smile tensed the corners of her mouth, then she all of a sudden looked quite sad as if she remembered something painful.

Sirius had by now figured that she was exceptionally close to her father, and he knew that her involvement with a blood traitor like him was hurting their relationship. But what could he do about it? He could let her go, end it, but it would be the end of him to do so. He did not own the strength for it. No matter what she told him, he still believed her family was wicked, and Sirius was definite that her father certainly was.

She looked at him again, this time with tears in her eyes. Sirius stared at her, not knowing what to do to comfort her; she fortunately told him.

"Please hold me, Sirius." She pleaded.

Without hesitating he put his arms around her. Eleana buried her face against his shoulder.

A few hours later, when the sun had parted and was above the horizon they had returned to the copse near Adela's property.

"I had a wonderful time." Eleana complimented while looking at him with fairly gleaming eyes. She felt very happy.

"Then we'll have to do it again sometime." Sirius smirked.

"Mhm." Eleana leaned in and kissed him while standing by his motorcycle. Sirius was leaning against it while he kissed her back; cupping her face with his hands.

Eleana leaned back and was about to say the words which were known to both of them, she decided not to. Instead she simply smiled and backed away.

Sirius held her hand as long as possible until she was too far away for his reach. His hand fell to his side and he could still feel the warmth she had left in it. Neither of them said 'goodbye', they simply departed while smiling tenderly at one another.

Before Eleana could reach the gate a figure appeared out of thin air right in front of it. A very tired, and bummed Eithan Adela caught sight of her. After the painful fall Sirius had put him through he had broken his arm and two ribs, and he had been healing during the most of the night at Avery's house. His friend's sister who was gifted with being skilled at healing spells had mended him, and now he only felt some numbness in the healed bones.

He stared at her shockingly, and then Eleana realised the sound of a motorbike's engine could still be heard from a far distance, Eithan had acknowledged the sound too.

"bloody hell!" he said through his teeth and was about to go after him. He had his wand out and Eleana then jumped at him.

"No!" she exclaimed and grabbed a hold of his arm.

Eithan tried to shake her off. She held on fiercely, and knew Sirius was going further away, out of sight, the longer she persisted to withhold her brother.

"Let go!" he shouted angrily. "I'm going to kill the bastard"

"No! Eithan don't!" she pleaded and held on to him with all of her might. If he had not been weakened from tonight's incident he probably would have fought her off by now, he was bigger in size and stronger than her.

When they had both come to the realisation of the insight that Sirius was far away by now, they settled down. Eleana was still holding on to his sleeve though, just to assure herself he would not try to go after him again.

Eithan's eyes were set on her and they saw red. It scared her, and she began to tremble. His wand flickered and the gate flew open. Eleana looked at it and then to her brother.

"Inside... now" he said through his teeth.

Eleana let go, and took a few steps towards the gate. She was about to stop but continued as she had made sure that Eithan was following her; she did not want him to go after Sirius and lock her inside.

When they at last were inside an alarmed father came down the stairs in his black and silver coloured robe. He slowed down as he caught sight of them both, appearing surprised and somewhat confused at the sight of Eleana - thinking she had been sleeping soundly upstairs.

"Eleana..." he said. "What..?" he was looking for a reasonable explanation for her windblown hair, it was evident that she had been outside. He turned to Eithan, and when he saw his infuriated appearance he realised that some of his fears had become reality.

"She's impossible father." Eithan said bitterly.

Brant Adela slowly approached his beloved daughter. "Did you see him?" he asked when standing in front of her. "Did you see Sirius Black?"

Eleana looked away with guilt exposed in her statue. This confirmed it, and Brant Adela did not want to believe it. He seemed lost for a moment, and Eleana glanced at him with carefulness.

"Father, I'm sorry." She said softly. Brant began to walk slowly around the room, deep in thought.

"I had to see him, I can't be without him... I love him."

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU LOVE HIM!" He suddenly shouted. It made Eleana jump out of fright, and her eyes were filled with tears she were unable to hold back.

Eithan simply watched quietly from where he was standing. He had never seen his father shout at Eleana this way, he had never seen him this angry with her, ever.

"Listen to me!" Brant said to his daughter while looking at her steadily. "It's too dangerous."

"D'you mean he's dangerous for me?"

"Yes."

"He is not dangerous at all, he's the opposite."

"In times such as these, he is. Even if you don't see it I do. " Brant sounded desperate now, desperate for her to understand.

"I won't give him up." Eleana said, her voice breaking due to tears. Her words were still very clear and it was manifest that she had made up her mind.

Mr Adela closed his eyes for a moment and then turned away from her. He sighed for he was tired, and he felt as if she was slipping away from his grasp and into a place he could not protect her in. Until the day of his death he needed to protect his daughter, it was his obligation as a parent and his love for her was too immense for him to do anything other than that.

The staircase was squeaking mildly as Mrs Adela came down; she stayed on the last step of it and stared at the scene in front of her.

Everyone turned their eyes to her, and Brant was the one who answered her worried expression.

"Melanie, go on back to bed I'll handle this." He said, although he did not seem to have the energy enough to handle it. He did not want his wife to have another seizure, therefore he avoided telling her of tonight's adventures.

He gestured for his son follow her upstairs. Eithan understood him and went to his mother. Melanie did not question her husband, she knew herself that she was fragile, and she did not want to know what her husband was avoiding to tell her. If he sought it best to not tell her she trusted his judgement. The mother and son went up the stairs.

Brant Adela slowly began to walk towards his office. Eleana watched him go and so she followed.

"Father..?" she spoke timidly.

He kept walking, and they entered his office. Eleana of course wanted her mother to be able to fall back asleep and not cause her anymore pain, she closed the door behind of her.

Her father was turned away from her and was standing by the fireplace, it was smaller than the one in their living room; unlit, since it was still warm outside. Brant placed his hand on his forehead, trying to ease the pain from his thoughts. He felt anger boiling up inside of him, the desperation from lack of control was immense. He wanted to protect her so badly, yet he felt helpless.

"I know I'm hurting you by acting this way." She began with her delicate voice. Feelings Brant could not control were taking a hold of him.

"But I can't help it, I wouldn't be seeing him if I had the power to ignore the strong feelings I have for him." Eleana was speaking from her heart. "I can't help it father... and I need you to trust me when I tell you that he's not at all bad for me."

He turned around to look at her, sadness reflecting in his elderly blue eyes.

"I love him."

"You don't know what love is." he said tiresome.

"I do know." She said. "and I know he loves me."

"How can you be so sure? You know nothing of love"

"I do know." She stated. "He looks at me the exact way you look at mother, with fondness."

Brant looked at his daughter with a further steady look. The way she was comparing his love for his wife to Sirius affections for her was aggravating him.

"Is that not what you want for me? To find someone who loves me and whom I love back - someone who treats me with respect? He is right for me."

"HE IS NOT RIGHT FOR YOU!"

Eleana looked away, she hated the way he shouted at her. It sent unpleasant chills through her everytime.

He sighed heavily. "You cannot see him again."

"I refuse to let him go."

Brant was not at all a violent man, he rarely used violence as a weapon. He was more for words and reason. But now he was tired, he was desperate, and he was afraid, a combination which led him in a terrible direction. "Then I must make you."

Eleana stared at him, not entirely understanding what he was about to do.

It was with aching unwillingness Mr Adela pulled out his wand from beneath his robe, and with a steady expression he raised it towards his own daughter. He was careful not to let tears escape from his eyes as he did what he sought necessary.

Author's note: Sorry. In desperate times people make rash decisions. The story is taking a darker turn, as you probably can tell.

The following chapter will be up next week, and thank you for supporting my story although it has flaws, I know. Take care ;)

-Fondofreading