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CHAPTER 4Moonlight walks, Self-talking Slytherins and the Night He Died Again

Hermione and Ron nagged Harry to tell them what had happened with Shadow and what she had given him, but he refused to say. He kept the pendent in his pocket at all times, even during Quidditch matches. Harry just couldn't get his head around the fact that Sirius wasn't the last Black. Obviously, Harry thought, Sirius didn't know about her otherwise he would have told me.

He was sitting up in his four-poster bed looking around at his fellow Gryffindor's sleeping peacefully. Sighing, he pulled out the Marauders Map and opened it.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" we whispered, tapping it with his wand. The lines started to worm over the paper and the map formed. Harry was studying it when he came across the name 'Shadow' by the lake, pacing up and down. He stared at it for a moment then an idea came into his head. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his invisibility cloak and sneaked out of Gryffindor tower.

The prefects and teachers were all around the school and Harry had trouble getting to the main entrance, as the prefect kept walking up and down the same way as Harry. Be he managed to get there. Finally, he thought, hope she's still there.

He whipped out the Marauders Map and looked by the lake, there she was. He only looked briefly so he didn't see the name 'Draco Malfoy' walking up to Shadow. Harry dashed outside and ran down to the lake, but he slowed down when he saw the silver hair and the pointy nose. Quietly he sat down on the ground just a few feet away from Draco, watching him pace up and down as though he was nervous, Shadow in his sights.

"C'mon Draco, it's not that hard. You've got this far, just do it. The worst thing she could do is laugh in your face, no one else is here," Draco tried to reassure himself, "I mean, she was checking you out in the Slytherin Common room. Why is she staying there? She could go to the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw sleeping quarters, I mean she is a Gryffindor, why would she go to Slytherin? Gryffindor's worst enemy?" Draco kept pacing up and down, muttering to himself.

Harry found his eyes wondering to the small figure of what must be Shadow by the lake. Being as board as he was with Draco, he left and walked down to Shadow, sitting beside her. The moonlight was painted on her silky smooth long hair, a gentle breeze pushing it back and forth slightly. She was sat, her eyes closed, her arms wrapped around her knees loosely, her pale skin making her look almost ghostly. Her long delicate eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened, releasing ice-cold tears that trickled gently down her cheek. Her bright blue eyes seemed to have dimmed to a mysterious ocean blue. Harry looked at her, overwhelmed by her beauty, she seemed so princess like, and she seemed so un-real. A painting by an unknown artist lost to time, hung in a hidden chamber with high windows that brought comfort to the loneliest of men.

Shadow just sat there, crying gently, Harry watching her every move. She had his hair, his face, his mouth, his nose, his – it got too much. He leapt to his feet and scanned the area; Draco was gone and the tip of the sun could be seen in the horizon. It was nearly dawn and Harry had been there all night, Draco must have chickened out and yet Harry still didn't know whether he liked or disliked the young girl in front of him. He looked around, taking in everything, it didn't look the same…

Shadow stirred and rose to her feet, her tear drenched face sparkled in the little light now appearing. Harry stared at her and panicked, he ran up to the main door, passing what must have been Draco's slytherin scarf, and up to Gryffindor tower.

"Harry! Where have you been? Ron said you weren't there when he woke up! Har-" Hermione started, but Harry just blanked her and ran up to the dormitory. He threw the map and his cloak under the bed and closed the curtains around his four-poster. He lied down and closed his eyes. Taking a deep sigh, he quickly fell asleep…

He was laughing at her.

'Come on, you can do better than that!' he yelled. Harry whipped around; there he was, acting like a wild animal and at the same time a skilled fighter.

Suddenly, the animal was hit on the chest, the laughter not quite dying from his face, his eyes widening.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Harry wanted to scream, but it didn't come back. Everything turned into slow motion and Harry watched the closest thing to a father he ever had fall…through the arch.

The never returning arch…a hysterical laughter filled the air. Bellatrix. But Sirius would soon reappear and finish her off for go. But no, he didn't come back, and never would.

Harry could hear his own voice and didn't know where it was coming from…it was coming from his own mouth! He ran forward, he was going to go through the veil and get Sirius back. Someone grabbed him and pulled him back – Lupin. Harry closed his eyes as Lupin said the words he most dreaded 'There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…he's gone.'

Harry was shaken awake by Ron. Neville, Dean and Seamus standing behind him. There were beads on sweat on his forehead and his body was ridged. Harry looked around, startled.

"Harry, mate, are you ok?" Ron asked softly, "You nodded off for a few minutes and when I came in you were screaming and yelling out Si…" he trailed off.

"I'm fine," Harry lied, "Just a nightmare"…of course he wasn't fine, Sirius Black had died again.

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review! The next chapter is CHAPTER 5: The Truth of the Last Black