Almost to chapter fourty...geeze this is a long fanfic. I'm hoping you guys are enjoying it thus far! I'm hoping the next year and a half of this story go by quicker XD or at least don't seem to drag on.

I also have a question, those of you who read daily (or at least rather frequently) when do you guys have exams? (if your still in school) I was planning on taking a week's break. And I figured I'd do that while you all were preparing for your exams. But yea if you don't have exams that's cool I was just curious. Enjoy the chapter!

Sirius had brushed his teeth for the third time "Really Remus! I have work this morning!" he shouted as he spit the remains of the toothpaste from his mouth, "seriously can you NOT read!"

"I most certainly can!" Remus snapped from the door way, arms crossed over his chest spatacula in hand, "it's not my fault YOU put back BAD milk! I told you yesterday to pick up milk on the way home; that the carton you left in there was bad!"

"You could have gotten it!"

"I had a meeting with Dumbledore! That's where I was last night remember!"

"Yea yea, whatever." Sirius wiped his face; he'd been too busy this morning eating nasty milk and cereal to shave and was supporting a five o'clock shadow. "I need to get to work." Sirius grumbled as he walked by placed a kiss on Remus' cheek. "I love you, see you later. And PLEASE! Get milk?"

"I will," Remus chuckled giving him a quick peck back. He watched the boy leave the flat before rolling his eyes. "Serves him right," he grumbled to Lari as he finished making his own breakfast. "Stupid mutt, not you sorry dear. I mean your father…ridiculous man!" he chuckled as she looked at him; there were times Remus was too used to Sirius understanding every word he said as a dog. Poor Lari didn't stand a chance.

Remus had waited well after two for the post, which still hadn't arrived. He and Sirius had a bet on who would win the next spot for the World Cup. Remus was for his home team for Scotland and Sirius per usual claimed no one would beat England. Whoever's team one was the master of the other. And there was no doubt in Remus' mind that Scotland for once in his life might just destroy England.

It worried him some that Tenebris was rather late, the owl was never late. Despite his instincts Remus left a window open, for the owl to slip inside. It looked like it was going to rain and he didn't want the poor bird stuck outside till he got back from running errands.

He was out walking London streets in the pouring rain; it had been his rotten luck. He should have just popped into one of the bathroom stalls of the market got what he needed and popped right back to his flat. But no he couldn't do that, no instead he walked through the middle of London as thunder rumbled overhead. It had started out such a beautiful day too.

Hands full of groceries Remus did his best not to trip and fall on his wet clothes. His hair was plastered to his face which made it hard to see. He really needed a hair cut, after the third failed attempt to shake his hair out of his face he gave up and did his best to continue walking forward.

Upon opening the door he could see Tenebris had finally returned "there you are!" Remus smiled at the bird, "I waited all morni- what's a matter?" The owl wasn't giving Remus the normal attention he did. Not even a single chirp in welcome. Remus set the groceries down on the counter and looked the bird over. Nothing was wrong, no scratches, no broken or injured wings. He didn't seem sick.

He untied the mail to his leg keeping an eye on the bird as he lazily flipped through the mail. It was most of Sirius' mail though bills here and there and finally the Daily Prophet. Remus grinned as he sat down and flipped through it.

He was about to flip the page to the Quidditch scores when Tenebris put his talon in the middle of the page and gave Remus a soft hoot. Remus looked from the orange eyes of the bird down to the page. It was the first page of the obituaries; he gave the owl another look. Apparently Tenebris knew something Remus did not.

He let his eyes glance the page before right there in black and white his heart stopped. He shook his head as he starred at the paper,

Orion M. Black

May 16th 1929 - October 29th 1979

Orion Black was found this morning sitting in his office

In his home in Grimmauld place by his wife Walburga.

It seems he suffered-

Remus could no longer read it as he shut the paper. He rubbed his face as he let himself sit down at one of the chairs at the table, "Was this why you were late?" he asked the bird who answered with another soft hoot.

Remus didn't know Orion well, that was fact but what he did know about him was that Sirius loved his father. It hadn't even been four months since his brother and now Sirius would lose yet another family member he loved. He hoped he didn't know he hoped he was having a good day and that it waited till he got home. He held his emotions in as he sat there starring at the paper, it wasn't but two weeks ago Orion was at his own table.

He swallowed another pain of grief as he rubbed his temples again, and Sirius had just begun to heal…

"Darren!" Sirius called as he knocked on the older man's office door. "I heard you had results?" Sirius strode in giving him a wide smile. "I'd like to know just what horrible thing decided to make my couch a scratching post."

Darren looked up from his paperwork and gave Sirius a confused glance, "I didn't think you'd be in today?"

"Why?" Sirius looked at him, "You said a week right? Or did I hear you wrong. It's quite possible I did. I've been rather-"

"No you heard me right it's just….Nevermind"

Sirius shrugged and sat down in one of the chairs facing his desk. "So my answers? I'd like to know what came in my flat. Ya see they've personally pissed me off and-"

"I have no idea what came in your flat. It's not a werewolf SO that's a plus." Darren smiled leaning forward, "It's stumped quite a few people in the office here, at first it was a person favor then more cases like this have popped up all over Britain. I think we have some sort of serial raider or something."

"You can be a serial raider? Like what…like a pirate?"

"Not…exactly." Darren rubbed the back of his neck as his office door slowly shut. "I really shouldn't be talking to you about this. But I feel like you should know, you're the only home who's been attack that anyone who lives there is alive."

Sirius felt himself go pale as he leaned forward, "what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I think we've entered Death Eater territory, and these are high ranked ones at best. They don't leave a trace of personal identifications on them, not an ounce. No spell can be traced not a hair nothing. Just, attack and poof gone."

"And all of Britain doesn't know this because?"

"They've seemed to have stopped; the rumor around the office is their hunting for information. Like…ministry information. What would you have they needed? The last I heard your family didn't talk to you about their matters."

"My father came by recently…" Sirius frowned, "talking about his place in the ministry…if anything was to happen to him."

"What do they want with Mysteries? All that's down there is…"

"Hall of prophecies, it's locked to anyone without my father's permission. If they had whatever it is that keeps it secret they could easily get into it?" Sirius leaned back, "the probably thought I had it."

Darren nodded, "Do you have it?"

Sirius shrugged as he ran a hand through his hair, "I doubt it, and my dad would keep everything a secret till he died. He wouldn't want yet another son he'd have to bury."

"This is true," Darren leaned back in his chair before sighing, "You're the only link to whatever and whoever is doing this. Really they've stopped as of two nights ago, so…either they found something interesting or You-Know-Who is planning."

"Plan all he wants, we won't let him win."

"No we won't."

Sirius turned the key to the flat happy to be home after the long day, and lucky to have missed the calling for a graveyard shift. Though he wasn't exactly sure why, James had been called into the graveyard shift, and normally the pair always worked together. The entire ministry had been acting fickle today, which caused Sirius' mindset to be waiting for trouble.

"Remy?" Sirius called as he stepped across the doorframe, he felt like he was pulling a trip wire as he stepped across the thresh. His eyes landed on an owl that was perched on Tenebris' normal post. It was an older owl but looked identical to Tenebris, which only meant one thing. Tied to his leg was a scroll, was this is bad news?

He took a step forward just as Remus called his name. Remus poked his head out of the office door and looked oddly at the new owl he hadn't noticed. "Sirius? When did you get in?"

"Few moments ago," Sirius ran his fingers over the owl's feathers; this was his father's owl. That only left his side in urgent times. "'Ello Ghost, what does my father need now?" The owl turned his dark orange eyes to him and gave a sad hoot before nuzzling his side. Sirius chuckled and continued to rub his fingers through the owl's soft feathers. "That so? Why all the sadness?"

"You don't know?" Remus asked wringing his wrists, "No one talked to you today?"

"Ya know," Sirius looked away from the parchment in his hand, "that's the fourth time I've heard that today, care to enlighten me?"

"You might want to sit down, I'll show you." Remus went to grab the prophet, but stopped as Sirius laughed. "Who else knows about our little bet? Did you spread the word when you found out?"

Remus shook his head, "I wish it were that." The grim tone to his voice caused Sirius' laughter to cease. "Sirius, just…come sit down."

Sirius looked to the owl, then to Tenebris who was perched one of the other perches in the house; he was curled up in his own feathers. "Remus…this isn't funny."

"No joke love, come here." Remus patted the seat beside him, "We need to talk."