A/N: Well, I got bored, and decided to go on a fan-fic-and-crackers-binge at like, 2 am. Hope the latest instalment is crumb free. Took me a while, but I think I might of got them all (wink)

Dedication: mmmm this dedication goes out to Romula Linders, who dedicated her fantastic next chapter to me. You have got to read it!!!!

Category: Harry Potter

Title: Remembrance

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: R

Summary: Sirius Black had fallen in love with Hermione Granger a long time ago. So why doesn't he remember her when he meets her in the Shrieking shack thirteen years later in the company of his godson and boyhood friends?

D: Don't own Harry Potter

I: It isn't mine

S: Shan't claim it as mine

C: Couldn't claim it as mine

L: Lying doesn't even work anyway

A: And I know that

I: If I did

M: My mate

E: Electra Black would

R: Rip me to shreds

(She wants Harry Potter) How nice (wink)

Brace yourselves.

The man burst through the large oak doors, clutching a piece of parchment, and gasping for air. "G-Go... t-take... m-m-message! V-ver-ry... im-portant... D-d-dark... Lo-o-rd... needs... t-to... know!!!" The man collapsed, and stewards swarmed over him. One ripped the paper from his grasp, and quickly read the note. His face lost all colour, and he sprang from the room, running down corridors and hallways, past dungeons and dining rooms.

Finally he skidded to a halt outside a large black pair of doors, which seemed to emit evil from every single crack and crevice. The guards on duty demanded to know the man's business, and soon let him through. Now the steward was in his private wing, and shuddered at the thought. Slowing his pace, he briskly walked through the hall, down a large passage way, decorated with marble and stone snake sculptures, and dark green hangings.

Finally reaching a small silver door, he rung the bell, and a small panel slid open.

"Speak."

"T-t-hers... a... m-m-essage... f-for... t-the Da-r-rk... L-o-ord! V-v-v-ery... i- important..." he gave the parchment to the speaker, who simply closed the panel.

Several minutes later, a masked servant with a silver arm knocked on the door of a large cold stone room.

"Enter" Wormtail gulped, and forced open the door.

"Ah. Wormtail. Why do you plague me with your presence this time?" The voice was hard, cruel, and cold as ice.

"My Lord, a message." He gingerly handed over the parchment. His response was a cold laugh. "This is fantastic. It is about time she came to face her Shadows, so to speak. Contact our spy, in the Order. It is time I claimed what I am owed."

A/N: Ok please don't shout at me, I know that was short, but there was very little else I could of put in there. I tend to keep OOTP and V chapters separate, to limit any confusion. A prize goes to whoever can guess who the spy is (wink).