ChapterThree
Sirius walked out of the Great Hall lost in thought. The young man that he had thought was James, wasn't. Though they looked alike in almost all details, the young man had a pair of emerald green eyes that had deep dark shadows that didn't look like they would go away anytime soon.
He was so deep in thought, that he literally bumped into his Slytherin cousin, Bellatrix, who had been about to enter the Great Hall.
"Well, traitor, I think your friend James has really lost it this time." she sneered.
"What makes you say that?" said Sirius, though he wasn't really interested.
"He asked me what I was doing here and after I told him that I had as much right as him to be here, he looked like he was going to kill me, turned and stomped into the Great Hall. You'd better keep a better watch on your friends, Sirius, or they may disappear." With that parting shot, she continued on into the Great Hall.
Normally, Sirius would just put off Bellatrix's threat off as trying to get back at him for not sharing her ideals, but the short conversation he had heard while he had stood behind the James-look-alike played through his mind with never-ceasing annoyance.
"How do you know she's a Death Eater?" Dumbledore had asked.
"I know because I saw her kill Sirius," the boy had answered.
Now, Sirius was not a very common name, he knew. And the fact that the boy had undoubtedly run into his cousin, who he knew would someday be a Death Eater, if Voldemort wasn't defeated by then, well it didn't make much sense that it was a coincidence. The look of shock on the boy's face as he turned around, would haunt Sirius's dreams for many weeks afterwards.