OK, so I apologize for the very late update, but what with being out of town and having a severe case of writer's block, it's been a bit difficult. Sorry the chapter's so short, but I somehow sometime's find it easier to follow if a few chapters are short... so...

A thank you to my reviewers!!!

Mystyrious: I'm so glad that you reviewed my story, or I never would have read yours! It's so awsome, so please keep updating, and I'll do my best. I'm so happy you like this story. You really make me want to keep writing, and you have no idea how much that means to me. Thanx!

padfoot: Hee Hee, glad you liked the cubing. I tried to put in what it means, but I returned Moony the book, so oh well.

alecatg: Sorry if the story's a bit confusing... I try. LOL. Thanks for reviewing though!

Lain-Iris: If Freya's an OC, then it was truly by mistake. Her name was taken from... I can't quite remember but I think from a myth... oh well. But if she was an OC, that would be creepy, cuz I knew nothing of it... LOL. Keep reviewing though!!!

PentagonMerlin: Thanks for the tip on the map, but I think you've got a different game, which you still have to help me with, btw. I'm glad the cubing wasnt too stupid the second time you heard it. Heh heh heh...

The headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix was definitely an interesting place to be. James and Lily had not shown up yet, and Sirius was getting anxious for Dumbledore to recruit Remus and Peter. After all, the full moon had come and gone, and whatever it was that was holding up Wormtail, Sirius never knew.

As if on cue, Freya walked into the room where Sirius sat with his thoughts.

"I see you've been very productive," she said sarcastically.

"Have fun in the adventuring world?" he said with a small smile.

"You really hate being locked up in here, don't you?"

"No, really?"

"Well, your friends, the Potters, are coming tonight, so maybe you won't be so bored."

"And Remus?"

"Yeah, Dumbledore's bringing him in a couple of hours."

"Can- can I- do anything to help you guys?"

"You will eventually, Sirius."

"Freya?"

"Yeah?"

"What did the cubing mean?"

She smiled. "The desert was how you see life."

Sirius chuckled. "That's depressing."

"Your cube was your symbolic self portrait, the ladder your friends, the horse—"

"Wait… the ladder was my friends?"

"Yes, why?"

"One of them was… one of them was disintegrating."

"I remember. Should I keep going?"

"Huh? Oh… yeah."

"The horse was your life partner, or lover—"

"Would it be safe to say that that's you?"

She paused, her mouth open as if she was going to say something. "What?"

Sirius starred at her, a small smile making its way onto his devilishly handsome face.

Freya started looking scared. "Sirius, what are you saying? We've been on one date."

"In that one day," he said, putting his hands on her cheeks, inching her face towards him. "Didn't you love a lifetime's worth?"

She closed her eyes. "Have you started working with Flitwick on your plan to save Mr and Mrs Potter?"

Slowly, very slowly, his hands fell from her face to his lap. He looked away. "Yes."

"What's wrong."

"Well, wouldn't it be obvious to Voldemort that I would be their secret keeper? That I would be the one hiding them?"

"You're scared of that?"

"I just- maybe it would be better to change it to someone that he wouldn't expect. Like, another member of the Order, or- or Peter." Sirius looked at Freya. "He wouldn't suspect Peter, would he?"

"No. No, I guess he wouldn't."