Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Treasure stormed back into the dormitory, not really caring that it was still quite early in the morning on a Saturday when the students were allowed to sleep in. She banged the door closed, ignoring the sleepy grunts of her dorm mates, and nearly ripped the curtains off from their hangings as she hastily made her bed. She turned and tripped over her broom, which she has been polishing the night before. Quidditch season would be starting soon and she was Beater for the Gryffindor team. Along with Sirius.

"Damn him," Treasure muttered, picking herself up off the floor. She shoved her broom under her bed, uncharacteristically careless with it. Treasure's Lightning 957 was her most prized possession. She heaved open her trunk and grabbed a torn blue jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. Students weren't required to wear full uniform on weekends unless they had an extra class, which Treasure usually avoided. She pulled her cloak on and fastened it; it was chilly outside, and overcast. Perfect, she thought. Treasure made sure her wand was securely tucked into the back pocket of her pants, pulled on a pair of ratty old sneakers and practically tore her brush through her hair. She quickly slid a hair band around her arm, grabbed a bag that was already packed, and made to leave. She paused and grabbed her broom from under her bed. Maybe she would calm down a bit after flying around for a while.

"Don't go all out to impress him, Treasure," Isabelle said sarcastically, hands on her hips. Treasure rolled her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind," she muttered, and turned to leave. Isabelle snickered, "You are such a freak, Belle. He kissed you, do you know how many girls would love for him to kiss them?"

Treasure laughed. "Oh, right - Sirius Black: Assured future winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, and an ego to fit the title, right? One of the most handsome young Pureblood's the wizarding world has got to offer! I'm off my rocker if I don't jump at the chance to snog him in the janitor's closet at every opportunity, is that it? Don't worry, Isabelle, I'm not interested - so you'll get no competition from me."

"I doubt it would make much difference if you were," Isabelle snapped competitively.

"I'm quite sure it wouldn't," Treasure said joylessly. Her flat tone having been taken for sarcasm, she left the other girl standing there with her mouth open angrily. Isabelle stomped her foot and turned to go back to bed.

Sirius sat by the fire for a while, trying to understand why he said all that to Treasure. Was he completely mental? He was halfway up the stairs when he heard somebody moving around in the Common Room. He knew it really wasn't his business, but if it was Treasure, then he wanted to know where she was going. This is going to go just as well as every other encounter you've had with her so far this year, Padfoot, he thought to himself angrily.

Sirius and Treasure had been friends through all their years at Hogwarts. In fact, Sirius thought she would have made a fine addition to the Marauders, because she obviously knew all the secret passageways through the castle, even without the map. Indeed she had assisted Sirius and James in mapping them out on parchment. She didn't know that they went on to Charm the parchment making it an interactive map of the entire school, and Sirius and James had gradually come to the conclusion that there was no room among the Marauders for girls. If Treasure had heard that, Sirius would sure that he would have had to suffer a lot more than just a Silencing Charm.

Sirius saw Treasure leave through the portrait hole carrying her broom. He wondered where she was going, it was only about eight in the morning, still early, especially on a Saturday. He sprinted up the stairs and threw on some clothes, grabbed his broom and headed out to follow her.

The girl was fast, and Sirius wasn't quite sure where she had gone. But since she had her broom with her, it seemed safe to assume that she was going to the Quidditch field. He took a short cut, hoping to get there first. It would be great to see her reaction. But then, he didn't really want to see her. After what he had told her, and how she had reacted…it would be relatively humiliating to have to face her. Sirius sighed, he and Treasure had been friends before, but this year was changing everything and he rather missed her company.

When he got to the field he was shocked to see Treasure farther down, headed straight for the Forbidden Forest. It was dangerous in there; Sirius knew: he and James had gone to the Forest plenty of times before, literally every month when Remus became Moony. Sirius narrowed his eyes as Treasure hurried to the Forest. He sighed, and began to follow her.

He ran, as quietly as he could, to catch up with her. She disappeared into the trees, and Sirius ran harder to keep her ahead of him. They walked for what seemed to be at least an hour until Treasure was in the middle of a clearing. Sirius was hiding behind a tree, watching her.

"Here, darling, come on out, there's no one here to hurt you, it's just me," Treasure called. Sirius narrowed his eyes again, hoping that Treasure had not lost her mind. A small gasp escaped his lips as a small horse shaped creature stepped out from behind the trees, and made its way over to where Treasure was standing. Treasure smiled, "There you go, little sunshine. Beautiful…" she said, petting its mane. It was small, about the size of a filly it was a very light colored gold. As Sirius looked at the animal curiously, he saw that it had a very long gold horn on its head. It was a unicorn, and from its size and coloring, it was a baby.

"Here, I brought you something," Treasure whispered, reaching into her bag and pulling out a carrot. At first she wasn't sure if unicorns liked carrots and apples and sugar cubes the way regular horses did, but her unicorn seemed to. This unicorn was but a baby, only about two years old, and as far as Treasure knew, had no herd or family that she belonged to. Unicorns were known to be very solitary creatures. They were immortal, and extremely rare and so very often kept to themselves. They never came to wizards - although the babies were more likely to tolerate the presence of a wizard - and there were legends that said that if a unicorn came to you without your hunting it, you would have a life blessed with good fortune. Treasure didn't know if this was true, but she regarded it as good fortune enough that she had met this unicorn.

Catching a unicorn was tricky, keeping one was nearly impossible and killing one was regarded as the gravest sin. The little unicorn gave a whine as if she was following Treasure's thoughts. The dark-haired which clucked her tongue softly in apology and pulled out a sugar cube as a peace offering. As often as she could, Treasure came to the Forest to be around the unicorn. She'd never told anyone about her, not even Lily.

Sirius watched as Treasure fed the creature the sugar cube, who nudged it cautiously with her nose before taking it. Treasure laughed. She walked towards the other side of the clearing, and Sirius strained to be able to see her, but she had gone out of his line of vision and he felt himself losing his balance.

"Bloody hell," he muttered as he fell, realizing that Treasure would see him and surely beat him to a bloody pulp. Treasure looked up, surprised, and the unicorn neighed a little, but didn't run away. Sirius tried to scramble to another hiding spot, but Treasure had already heard where he was.

"Who's there?" she said, turning around and seeing Sirius lying on the floor. She glared at him. "What do you think you're doing here?" she said angrily, walking over to where he was and grabbing him by his arm, "helping" him up. He looked at her, sheepish and annoyed.

"Making sure you don't get hurt. The Forest is dangerous, you know?"

Treasure crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. "Really? I suppose that's why they call it Forbidden? And here I was thinking it was all just a silly joke, you know, a misnomer!" she scoffed, pushing his shoulder back roughly and turning away.

"I know what I'm doing, and I don't need you to watch out for me." It was meant as a dismissal.

Sirius shrugged, "If you say so. By the way, nice horse you have there," he said. Treasure looked like she might explode. "She's not a horse, she's a unicorn and she's not mine. And if you tell anyone that you saw her, I'll put a permanent Silencing Charm on you!" she threatened.

Sirius held up his hands, palms up - he wasn't offering a threat. "I wont tell, I swear," he said, mock frightened.

"Why did you follow me anyway?" she said dejectedly. She turned around; the unicorn had run off in fear of the new person here. Treasure sighed and picked up her bag and broomstick.

"I'm sorry," Sirius said, nodding in the direction the unicorn had gone. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and Treasure raised her eyebrows. "Awkward" wasn't a word you would use to describe Sirius Black but, Treasure thought as she pursed her lips and contemplated him, it suited him. It smoothed out the dramatic planes of his face, making the almost devilish good looks softer, less drastic.

"Well? Why did you follow me?" Treasure prodded, shaking herself out of her reverie.

"I wanted to say that I was sorry…for what I said before." he said, not looking at her. Treasure smiled thinly. "What, about the revenge thing or about liking me?" she said bluntly. Sirius shrugged and then stopped walking, looking directly into Treasure's eyes. She looked back at him quizzically.

"I'm sorry that I said the kiss was just for revenge, because it wasn't. But I'm not sorry for kissing you, and I'm not sorry for liking you," he said. Treasure didn't have the type of personality that was prone to holding grudges, not in the face of what seemed like a perfectly honest apology and especially not after Sirius had gone swallowed pride first, but she didn't quite no what to say. Mirroring him, she shrugged.

"Well, then I think I can forgive you, then," she teased, and laughed when Sirius let out a sigh of relief. They were nearly at the field and were surprised to see two people sitting in the middle, as if at a picnic. Sirius was debating whether or not to ask Treasure what he would have to do to redeem himself but then decided that would be pushing the issue right into groveling. And Sirius Black did not grovel, bewitching witch or not.

"That's Remus," he said instead, confused.

"Who's that girl he's with?" Treasure asked.