A/N: Well, this is it! I hope you guys had as much fun reading it as I did writing it! I won't be able to do much of anything for awhile, what with leaving for college and such, so thank you all so incredibly much for your reviews and for reading the story. You guys rock, majorly. I better go before I start sounding like a damm hallmark card.

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Skye

Chapter Nine-Pain Follows Tragedy

Sirius stood by the lake, staring into the clear blue water. He cursed the bright blue sky above. It didn't seem right that the weather was favorable, when his mood was anything but. He couldn't believe it. Reagan was gone. Their child was gone. A sorrow Sirius had never known coursed through his body, and he found it difficult to breathe. He slumped to the ground, trying in vain to hold the tears in, to be a man about this, but he couldn't. The unwanted tears dripped down his cheeks.

Someone came up behind him and softly touched his shoulder. He turned around slowly. He gasped. Reagan was standing behind him. She was wearing the same outfit she had worn the night they had made love. The blue sweater framed her fit torso. The cream colored skirt hung from her hips, swaying in the soft breeze. The necklace Sirius had gotten for her hung around her neck as if it was meant to be there.

Sirius jumped up and into Reagan's arms. They kissed passionately, and Sirius felt complete once again. Several minutes later, when they pulled apart, Reagan looked deep into his eyes. She brought her hand to his face and wiped away the tears that had fallen. She smiled at him, the smile that always drove Sirius crazy.

"Oh Reagan! I can't believe it, I thought you were gone forever. I thought I'd lost you." Sirius said, kissing her face. Reagan just continued to smile, shaking her head. She reached behind her neck, and unclasped her necklace. She set it gracefully into Sirius' hand. He stared at her. "But, Reagan..."

Reagan turned away from him, then walked to the lake. Sirius thought she was going to stop, but she kept going. Reagan started walking into the water, deeper and deeper. When it had reached her waist, she turned around. "I love you." She said simply, then went under. Sirius dove into the water, thrashing about wildly, looking for her. He dove under again and again, but her couldn't find her. He didn't give up. He heard crying. He looked around but saw no one. Then he realized that it had been himself who he'd heard crying.

"REAGAN!" He screamed. "REAGAN!"

"Reagan!" Sirius yelled. He sat up, looking around him wildly. He felt as though he was still in the lake, his movements slow and abbreviated. He rubbed his eyes, and he felt something scratch his cheek. He opened his hand and saw the soft blue sapphire necklace settled in his hand. He had no idea how it had gotten there. Reagan hadn't been wearing when they'd been captured. She hadn't worn since the day he'd betrayed her. The memories of the dream flooded over him. As he looked around again, the hospital wing came slowly into view.

To the left of his bed were his friends. Lily was crying into James' sweater, and James kept sniffling. Remus was staring at a wall, his lip trembling. His eyes were wet and red-rimmed. Peter was standing behind them all, looking nervous and panicked, as if he didn't know who he was, or where he was.

When Sirius had shouted, they all jumped, then looked at him. Lily squealed, then leapt on him. "Oh, thank Merlin you're allright, Sirius!" She cried, hugging him tightly. He felt his ribs protesting her weight. They were probably broken. James pulled Lily back. "Sorry, Sirius." Lily mumbled, but she still looked thrilled that he was awake.

Sirius just sat there, letting the memories wash over him. The cell. Voldemort. Reagan...The pain in his chest increased, and he reckoned it had nothing to do with broken ribs. It wasn't fair. He hadn't been able to tell her. He hadn't been able to show her how much she had meant to him. Ever since that first day they'd met, when she forced him into that stupid pink dress, he'd known. He'd known that they were meant to be together.

"Reagan...she..." Sirius managed to choke out. Lily nodded soberly. Sirius closed his eyes. He wished that he could just fall back to sleep, and wake up months ago, Reagan under his arm after that first night. Her features soft and angelic, her smooth mouth twisted into a tiny smile. Her beautiful golden eyes closed, not knowing that soon, she would be blessed with their child. Not knowing that in a few months time, she would die at the hands of Voldemort.

Sirius opened his eyes, looking back at his friends. They didn't seem to want to look at him. They didn't know what to say to ease his pain. He'd been through so much. He'd gone through life without a real family, and now, that bastard had taken away his only chance at having one. He'd taken away Sirius' chance to be happy.

Sirius looked at each of his friends. James, his best friend. James would have been the godfather. And Lily, Reagan's best friend, would have been the godmother. Remus would have been an honorary uncle, and Peter as well. They would have been a family. They would have what Sirius lacked his entire life. He couldn't hold it in any longer, he had to tell them.

"Reagan was pregnant."

Everyone's eyes snapped back to Sirius. He nodded, though it took every ounce of his strength to do so. James' mouth flew open in shock. Remus turned back to the wall and leaned against it, throwing his head into the crook of his elbow. Peter looked shocked, and for some reason, horribly guilty. Lily's lower lip trembled violently. James pulled her against him, but she just pushed him away and ran out of the hospital wing, sobbing.

Sirius closed his eyes again, not wanting to see anyone else's pain. It only emphasized his own. But when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up. His three best friends were all standing over him. They all looked at each other, but did not say a word. There was nothing they could say. Nothing that would ease the pain that was viciously coursing through them.

Six Months Later

Screams echoed through the empty corridors. Piercing cries shook the walls of a bare cell, where a girl lay. Her hair was matted against her head, sticky with sweat. She screamed again. Some woman whose face she could not see in a black cloak was yelling at her, down at the end of the cot. The girl screamed as the pain grew almost unbearable.

Six months in this hell hole. She'd spent six months in a dingy cell, her belly growing steadily each week, despite the meager meals she'd been forced to live off of. Six months of being subjected to torture every day. Six months of being told that her offspring would be killed the moment it left her body. She'd given up hope long ago that she would be rescued. They must have presumed she was already dead. She would have been better off that way.

A few minutes later, Reagan's screams of pain were punctured by a loud wailing. The baby continued to wail as the woman with the mask cleaned and dried her with a small white towel. The masked woman wrapped the baby in a soft white blanket, and set the baby in Reagan's arms.

Reagan looked at the small bundle, overwhelmed with joy. The moment the baby had been set in her arms, it stopped crying. It reached up with tiny hands and felt Reagan's moist face. Reagan looked into the small girl's thoughtful golden eyes that looked around with a surprising clarity. Reagan smiled and kissed the baby's soft cheeks. She ran her fingers through the little girls soft blonde curls. The little girl smiled up at her mother and Reagan laughed. She already had Sirius' daredevil smile.

The six months of agony now seemed well worth it. Reagan knew now what it must have been like for her mother, to see each of her children born. She hugged the small baby girl close to her, afraid to let her go. She looked up at the woman, who had been staring down at the two, her cloaked shoulders shaking with each breath.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Reagan implored. "Isn't she?" Reagan thought she heard the woman sob quietly. "Yes. She is. What are you going to name her?" The woman said, her voice quavering as though she'd been crying. "Faye. Faye Anne Black." Reagan stated. She'd been thinking about names each day in her cell while holding her bulging stomach. "Black?" The woman asked, and Reagan heard her sharp intake of breath. Reagan nodded. She had thought she'd heard something familiar about the woman's voice, and now she placed it.

"Narcissa?" Reagan said, looking into the eyes behind the mask. The woman nodded. She pulled off her mask, and Reagan looked into the face of Sirius' cousin. "Oh dear God, Reagan, we've got to get you out of here." Narcissa said, looking panicked. "I don't care what happens to me, but you...and the baby..." Reagan sat up, still holding Faye tight to her chest. Faye had fallen asleep, now content in the warmth of her mother's arms. Just as Reagan regained her strength and started to get up, the door swung open.

Lord Voldemort, flanked by three of his death eaters, strode into the room. Narcissa looked terrified, and shrank to the wall. She gasped when Voldemort turned towards her. "Take the child to the meeting room, where we will discuss its fate. Do it now!" He added when Narcissa hesitated. Narcissa slowly made her way back to Reagan, and lifted the little girl out of Reagan's arms. She looked meaningfully at Reagan, and mouthed "I'm sorry."

The three Death Eaters that had followed Voldemort in quickly restrained Reagan. Reagan kicked out at them, screaming. "Give me my baby! Give her back to me, you heartless monster!" Reagan screamed, trying to get to the door. Voldemort laughed. "Silly girl. You won't get the baby back, I have a very special purpose for her. She will be my successor. She will be more powerful than her weak parents. She will rule above all, one day when she is old enough. Why, it will be like having my own child." Voldemort said, and chuckled softly.

"You bastard!" Reagan yelled. "You'll see! She'll never follow in your footsteps. She was born from something good, something pure, and she will always be stronger and more powerful than you. She'll destroy you one day, you'll see!" Reagan said, her eyes narrowed. Voldemort laughed again. His eyes narrowed into two snakelike slits, and he pointed his wand at Reagan.

He then spoke the words that brought the end to Reagan Anise Whittier's short life.

A/N: Well, that's it...a solid month of writing! And here it is, finished, before your very eyes. I hope you all enjoyed the story. And to my avid readers who dealt with my cruel and heartless updating schedule, I thank you for remaining avid readers until the end. You guys kick serious arse!

I feel all empty inside now...I hate goodbyes...it's all over now sobs

OR IS IT? MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! I just might think about writing a sequel....or maybe I already have...maybe....(insert manical laughter here)

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