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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I really really appreciate everyone's nice words!!!!

So, this is the beginning of part two. It takes place during HP&tPoA. My goal is to insert Clea into the story without completely disrupting everything, because PoA is my favorite book, so I don't want to ruin it...if that makes sense. :D

A beautiful pale blue was spread across the mid-August morning sky. Passing birds sang out a light melody, accompanied by the soft rustle of a few trees.

Inside the small dark apartment in Paris, one would never know that summer was in full bloom and merriment.

The drapes were drawn tightly over the apartment's windows. Not even a sliver of sun was visible. The only light in the entire room was one burning candle, slowly nearing the end of its life.

No sweet summer sounds were heard within these walls. Instead they were replaced by the soft sobbing from a sleeping brunette woman who was being held hostage by unshakable nightmares.

"James and I are getting married Clea! Will you be my maid of honor?" Lily asked her, before the hazy image of Lily blurred into Remus.

"I'm sorry Clea, but I can't sit back while everyone fights...I'm joining the Order with them." Clea reached out to stoke Remus's face, but it swirled out of sight.

Clea was in a bright room and she felt a small bundle being placed in her arms. "Oh, he's so beautiful! He's going to look just like you James!" Clea heard her own voice echo from far away.

"We have to go into hiding," Lily's voice said, as the images of her and James grew darker.

"I love you Clea, don't worry," Remus's voice whispered as Clea felt herself step into a fireplace.

Sirius's hand reached forward and powder fell gracefully from his hand into Clea's. "Go back to Paris, and promise me you'll stay there!"

"Cleopatra," Albus Dumbledore's voice drowned out Sirius's. Pictures of Lily's and James's lifeless bodies appeared boldly in front of her. "They're dead. Sirius has been taken to Azkaban."

"Remus? Where are you going?" Clea felt herself shout over a loud tapping sound.

The tapping grew louder and Clea's eyes finally sprang open. She sat up and found herself trembling and alone. Breathing heavily, she slid out of her bed and made her way over towards her bedroom window.

Clea's apartment was on the eighth floor, so she knew immediately what it was at her window. Pulling back the drapes around her bedroom window, Clea saw a large, tan owl begging for entrance. Once she opened the window, the owl soared in dropped something on her bed and flew back out.

Clea's own owl, Caesar, was sleeping soundly in his cage. She slowly approached the package that the unfamiliar owl left for her.

Clea pulled her wand out. Holding it tightly in her hand, she used it to flip the package over. But, it wasn't a package at all. It was a copy of the Daily Prophet.

She hadn't read that paper since she lived in London. She hadn't read any paper for that matter. Reading the news seemed to always result in sadness for Clea; this was no different.

She wasn't sure she should open it. She wasn't a subscriber and she thought perhaps the owl delivered it the wrong place. But something inside her told her she needed to look at that paper. As she reluctantly opened the Daily Prophet and read it, what she saw shocked her to her very core.

"Black Still At Large" was plastered across the front page in huge letters, under a blinking picture of a man with the label "Sirius Black" underneath him.

Clea was confused. Her brother, Sirius, was in Azkaban Prison. But as she kept reading, the information of his break out from prison and this new situation brought her to her knees.

Sirius escaped from Azkaban Clea thought as tears started to run down her cheeks. Why he put himself there in the first place, she still couldn't comprehend.

She never visited him. She couldn't do it. She did not want to hear why he betrayed Lily and James. Why he killed Peter and all those muggles. Why he became the one thing he always swore to never be.

When Clea found out about all that happened, she didn't believe it. She wouldn't let herself. That man did not sound like Sirius. He loved James like a brother. And Peter was one of his good friends. Sirius wouldn't have done any of that.

It took a couple of days before Clea allowed herself to accept the truth. Sirius wasn't denying anything; he just let them take him to Azkaban; in fact, he laughed. He laughed as they arrested him and he laughed as they locked him up. He never even tried to say that he was innocent. Clea's heart had to finally give up hope and come to grips with the truth.

Lily and James were gone forever. Sirius was in prison. She was told not to go looking for Lily and James's son. And the part that hurt the most, Remus, her boyfriend, left her.

Remus was just as overtaken with grief as Clea was. But instead of leaning on each other for comfort, Remus fled leaving Clea to dwell in her own sorrow. He didn't tell where he went or give her an explanation, besides that he needed time alone.

After everything happened, Clea went back to Paris and to her job teaching Care of Magical Creatures at Beauxbatons.

She grew sick of people asking her if she was related to that awful criminal Sirius Black, so Clea was forced to change her name. She deiced to split her first name in half. Since she was always known as Clea, her last name became Patra.

In the past twelve years, Clea still has yet to even speak to Remus. Over the years, she has sent him countless letters, and each owl returned to her empty handed. The owls didn't even bring her letter back to her, which she took as a comforting sign. She knew Remus must be alive, and if not reading them, at least receiving her letters.

Clea rocked back and forth on her bedroom floor, clutching the paper close to her chest, and trying desperately to not cry or think.

She pulled the newspaper away from her and held it up, so she can look directly at Sirius. He looked so different. Clea wasn't sure if she would have even recognized him. His face was sunken in and his hair was a long mess of tangles. He blinked solemnly at her with eyes lost in their deep, dark sockets.

Clea clasped her own eyes shut, and held onto the image of her brother that she saw in her sleep. He appeared to her as a young and handsome man, like he used to be. That's the way she wanted to know him.

After two hours of sitting in the darkness of her bedroom, Clea rose and walked into her living room. She still hugged the newspaper close to her. She didn't know who sent this to her, but she for some reason felt a bitter gratefulness to be informed about what was going on.

Clea walked over to her mantle and pushed aside an old picture of her and Sirius; the only photograph that she could bear looking at anymore.

Clea placed the newspaper up on the mantle, so that the Sirius's blinking mug shot stood up, displayed in the middle of the shelf. She stepped back and smiled weakly at her brother, as if he was really there.

Suddenly, a light knock at her door startled Clea and she whipped around.

Clutching her wand, she made her way over to the front door. Her heart was beating fast. Sirius wouldn't come here, she thought to herself. Would he?

Clea opened the door just enough for her right eye to peer out of. She held her breath in confusion as she opened the door wider.

"Severus?"