Disclaimer: Okay, I'm going to make this as simple and quick as I can. Characters you've heard of. Not mine. Never were. Probably never will be. New characters. Mine. Thank you. Oh yeah, song is Billy Joel's.
Chapter 1: Truth
Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
He was in a dark room. The location of the room was unknown to him, but he hardly even noticed. It was obviously a teenage girl's bedroom. On the bed in the corner, he could see her curled up into a small ball. She had long, black hair that reached the middle of her back, curling slightly at the ends. She looked to be about 15. He just stood there watching her for several minutes, when suddenly her eyes shot open and she sat straight up in bed. They were they were the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen, looking to be about the color of the ocean. Now that she was sitting up, he could see what was around her neck. It was a thin black cord with several beads. Between the beads was the pendent of two gold hands clasping, as if shaking. He had seen this before, but the memory of where eluded him. The girl, however, he did know. But it couldn't be her. They told him she was dead. All of them were dead. They had shown him proof, described the dead bodies and how they had been found. It was all so clear. The blood, the looks on their faces. So clear.
With a start he woke up. Beads of sweat dotted along his forehead and he absently wiped it away. It had been three weeks since Dumbledore had sent him to round up the old crowd. Having done so, he was currently staying with Remus. Sighing, he thought of his dream. This wasn't the first time he had had it. The girl seemed so familiar… but it couldn't be her. Unless… he would have to ask Remus. If Remus didn't know, he'd have to ask Dumbledore about it. But this could bring up things he had tried so hard to forget. It hurt too much to remember. But maybe, he needed to. Sighing again, he lay back down and closed his eyes. For the third night in a row, Sirius Black slept but ill.
The next morning, Remus Lupin woke to find Sirius sitting in his kitchen, nursing a hot cup of coffee in his hands. "Damn, Padfoot, you look as if you didn't get any sleep last night."
Sirius sighed and looked up at his friend. "I didn't. Moony, we need to talk."
Seeing the serious look on his friend's face, Remus sat down across from him. "What is it Sirius? You look like you haven't slept in days. You've been irritable and you seem upset. What's going on?"
He took a moment to collect himself before he looked up from his coffee to make eye contact with his friend. His eyes were a bit red and swollen. "What happened to Liz? Or Emily? Or Josh and Jimmy? Huh, Remus? What happened to them?"
The werewolf sighed and buried his face in his hands.
He had been glad that his friend hadn't brought this up before now. He
had been hoping that it wouldn't have come up. But deep down he knew better.
He knew that his friend would eventually start to question what he had
been told, and then it would be up to him to tell him the truth.
The problem was, he didn't know what the truth was.
Author's Note: Please, please, please review! Yes, this is actually
a repost under a new name, but it's the same story, and I want to know
if anyone's interested in it. There's also, of course, that small
thing with having my ego stroked, but I digress. Other characters
will make their debut into this story very soon, I promise, but to make
sure everyone understands everything, I need to center on Sirius for a
chapter or two.
