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I'm gonna give up numbering Chapters because they're gonna go all wrong with having an intro page, so here's.....

 Old Ghosts

The door opened noisily behind Sirius making him jump.

'Father Michael' he greeted the man who made his way towards him.

'Sirius, I expected that you would visit. How are you?'

'Not so bad. Just thought I'd come and see them, explain everything to them.' Sirius replied nodding towards his parent's headstone.

The friendly reverend sat down on the grass beside the visitor. He smiled as he began to speak.

'Sirius, do you think I'd allow your parents to hear a bad word about you? I saw you visit them here everyday since they died, I knew what a loving son you had been. Not for one minute did I believe you were behind that attack, You-Know-Who claimed the lives of your beloved parents, why should you turn to his side?'

Sirius felt an overwhelming sadness at the vicar's words and not because he rejected the support. His own friends hadn't believed him. His own friends hadn't seen what was staring them in the face, they had condemned him yet a mere acquaintance had believed his innocence.

It was true, after his parents death Sirius had visited them here everyday. They had been painful days. The Blacks were taken by Voldemort just a month after the death of Sonny Potter, the girl Sirius had been in love with.  Sirius still grew cold when he thought of those times, but he had survived and he knew why.

She had been there.

Of all the things he had loved and lost the most precious thing in his life remained.

Ebony.

Through his grief and sorrow it seemed impossible to everyone that Sirius would be able to bring up his mothers child. In truth she was the only thing he had that could ease the pain.

The child had never been welcome in the Black house, it was no secret that the child did not belong to Demetris Black, whoever her father was only her mother knew. This had never mattered to Sirius, no matter how much his parents had hated and mistreated her, he had never felt anything but pure love for the little baby.

'Sirius.' Father Michael awoke him from his thoughts. 'Are you ok?'

'Yes father' he replied quietly

'There is something I have to give you.' The said reverend handing a large, rusty key to the bewildered man.

'Belle Reve' Michael explained. 'I know after Demetris and Latia died to swore that you'd have nothing to do with the house but ,as I understand, you are very much in need of a new home.'

Sirius looked down at the brass object in his hand.

Belle Reve

He had not stepped foot in the old house since his parents bodies had been found there all those years ago. He had refused to even walk past the place.

'No' Sirius told his companion. 'I'll not go back there.'

'Very well' Father Michael replied. 'But at least keep the key, I have held onto it far longer than I should have.'

' I knew I could trust you with it.' Sirius muttered as he pulled himself to his feet.

Leaving the reverend he made his way back through the church and out onto the main street.

Throughout the long walk to Lupin Farm, Sirius's thoughts bore heavily into his mind.

Could he possibly go back to Belle Reve?

What about Ebony?

Could he possibly find her?

Would it be fair to walk back into her life after so long?

The key in Sirius's hand was cutting deeply into his skin. Though he wished he'd never seen it again  he found impossible to let go, he couldn't even bear to put it into his pocket. He was torn, as much as he hated the house he felt compelled to go to it. He knew how painful it would be but in a way it would be a relief. He couldn't , after all, blame a house for his parents demise.

Finally, Sirius reached the Lupin's farm. He could smell Mrs Lupins cooking as soon as he opened the front door.

'Ah there yer are hinny' Patty said as she took him by the arm and led him into the kitchen. 'Sit yersel' down I've made yer tea.'

'Thank you Patty' he said awkwardly as he sat down at the table, Mr Lupin evidently hadn't returned from his work.

'How'd it go?' She asked, seeing the odd expression on his face.

'Father Michael gave me this.' he replied setting the heavy key down onto the table. 'It's the key to Belle Reve.'

'Always wondered what you did with that place.' Patty told him 'Seemed strange, you  moving into your little house when yer had that great big one. Guess you just couldn't face it, eh?'

'No.' Sirius answered. 'I gave the key to Father Michael. I was intending to sell the place but.....I just couldn't. It was my parents house.'

'I understand.' Mrs. Lupin decided against quizzing her guest further.

'I want to go in a way.' Sirius continued voluntarily. 'I mean, I was young, grieving when I left. Thinking about it now I realise I was stupid. That's where we lived, where all of my memories are, all of my happy ones.' He stopped to draw in a long heavy breath, tears clouding his eyes. 'All of the memories I have of mum and dad are in that house, all of their things are still there.'

Mrs Lupin placed a comforting palm around Black's arm.

'The last few months at that house where awful.' Sirius's voice was now barely above a whisper. 'After Ebony was born my parents always fought and argued.'

As he spoke his siblings name Mrs Lupin gave an involuntary flinch, it was a name she had dreaded hearing.

'But the years before that were amazing.' Sirius went on, appearing not to notice Mrs Lupins reaction.

'My parents, they were so in love, so kind...so patient.'

'Ok love come on.' Mrs Lupin urged Sirius to close the conversation, seeing the increasing sadness in his dark eyes.

After eating Sirius went out into the front yard and sat alone on an old wooden bench.

Rolling the key around in his hand he toyed with the idea of visiting Belle Reve.

'It would be exactly the same' he told himself 'exactly as it had been when they died, when Voldemort....'

'But it was their home' a voice within his head argued 'It will be like when you were a child. You will be able to see all of their things, Ebony's things. It will be good to lay your ghosts to rest.'

That was the one thing that Sirius wanted more than anything, to lay his ghosts to rest.

After he had left Belle Reve he had never been free from it. Even from his own home he could still see the imposing structure from his window.

It haunted him.

Everynight he would look out of the window at the place where his parents were killed, convinced that the house was evil. Since the birth of Ebony it was as if the building had been cursed. The bad blood she bred took over the house, permeating through it's very walls. The Blacks had been miserable in that house for seven months and it had eventually claimed there lives.

Sirius shook himself.

'Don't be so stupid' he scolded himself 'It was Voldemort, not the house, Voldemort.'

Looking down at the metallic object that lay in his palm Sirius decided that he would visit Belle Reve in the morning. If nothing else at least he could maybe feel closer to Ebony.

Sealing that thought as a promise to himself he made his way back into the house, where he sat alone until nightfall.