A/N- I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I do own these words though.

Maybe I didn't make it clear enough. My bad. This is a scene with Sirius and one of my own characters. Someone I've had in my mind for a while now. If you guys like the pairing I might start a fic about them

Please R & R and let me know what you think. And if I should write more...

Her Weakness

She stared at the wall. Unable to look at anything else. She could feel tears pricking her eyes. Angry at herself she flung her head back. 'Don't be so weak,' she snapped.

Then the memories washed over her. Lily, James, Harry…. Sirius laughing his bark of amusement. His eyes shinning, his face full of pure happiness.

'Oh Sirius.' She murmured softly, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. Silent tears.

He had always been rash. Bull headed. Arrogant. Quick to anger. She could list his faults all day. Yet every one of them made him the man she loved.

Everything he was, was in rebellion of being a pureblood. He was ashamed of his heritage. But she? She was proud of her slyness, the ease with which she could lie; the arrogance she called upon to carry her through.

That was why she was doing what she was. She was the only one who could. Her imitation was flawless.

Her mind crept back to the day before. The last conversation, the last look, the last kiss…

She had gone to him, wanting to see him one last time. She had known what his reaction would be, he was nothing if not a little predictable.

She had let him shout, rant, rave. And when he had begun to calm a little she had wrapped herself around him, seeing the torment in his eyes. He wanted to protect her. Assure her safety just as he had James, Lily and Harry's. But she was the only one he couldn't shield.

"You shouldn't have come." He said after a while, a little breathless.

"You're repeating yourself." She murmured; he pulled away from her and began stalking up and down the room.

"Only because you seemed determined to get yourself killed by taking foolish and unnecessary chances." He snapped, turning to face her. His eyes flashing menacingly, his fists clenched. "What if they found out? They'd kill you."

"I know."

"Don't you care?" He asked, the anger in his voice making way for exasperation.

"You want the truth?"

"Yes."

"No. None of it matters anymore. Not if I can't see you." There; she had said it. Said what she had always sworn not to.

She had then moved to him again. This time he took her in his arms. The familiar tingle told her her face was changing. Her eyes lightening, her figure filling out a little; the way he liked it. A faint pull told her her hair had softened from silver to golden.

She hated the way she did it. Unconsciously changing herself to please him. He was her weakness, she had always known that. The pathetic element disgusted and intrigued her at the same time. The knowledge that she would gladly die for him scared her.

She had looked deep in the grey eyes and known. Known he would never turn away from her. Known despite some of the half hearted protestations in the past; that they should end it, that it was too risky; he couldn't turn away from her. She was his weakness. Together they were exposed.

"Lily, James and Harry?" She asked, wanting to purge some of the intensity away from the room.

"Safe. Safer than us all." Was the murmured reply.

"Good. Remus and Peter?"

He shrugged. "Remus can look after himself."

"You still believe…" She trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud. The thought too unbearable to speak.

"Someone is feeding Voldermort information." He said flatly. "Someone close."

"But Remus…."

"Look we've been through this. Other than us; Peter, Remus and Dumbledore are the only ones who could have known some of it. You yourself admitted that…" His voice had risen slightly.

"I know but…"

He interrupted her again. "Dumbledore would never, Peter, well he wouldn't have the guts. That leaves Remus…" He sighed and pulled away. She had known how much it had hurt to say it out loud, Remus was a friend. A close friend. It had killed Sirius to think he had turned on them. Spied on them and went crawling to the Dark Lord. "I don't want to believe it."

"Is it because he's a werewolf?"

"No." He snapped. Too quickly. Too sharply. His tone told her the truth. "It has nothing to do with that."

She had shrugged and nodded. "If you say so." It had been the wrong thing to say, he wheeled around on her, the fury on his face would have scared her had she not known him as well as she did.

"He's always been apart from us. I'm not saying I never trusted him, but it has nothing to do with what he is. It's who he is…." The anger diminished as quickly as it had flared. "Why do you think I never trusted him with you?"

"Where will you go?" She changed the subject again.

"Somewhere hot. Sunny. It'll be like a holiday." And there it was. His smile. The first time he smiled since she had walked in the door. It made her knees weak, gave her goosebumps, reduced her whole body to a tingling mass of nerves.

"Sounds nice."

After a long time he had pulled away again. He seemed to firm his stance, set his face in a determined expression. "I have to go," he had paused then "you could…."

"No." He nodded, knowing before he asked she wouldn't. Couldn't.

"I had to ask."

"I know." She pulled her cloak back on. "When will I hear?"

"When I get settled I'll send word through Dumbledore. I have a few things to check, but I'll leave as soon as I can."

She had kissed him one last time. "I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

"Come back to me soon." She had murmured then swept out of the house, not looking back but knowing his eyes followed her until she disappeared into the dusk.

And then there was nothing. Nothing for her. Nothing left but the cold indifference on the outside.

But inside was the burning pain. Searing through her lungs every time she breathed. The knowledge that Sirius could never have… Would have died rather than… Dumbledore told her that eventually she would learn to accept the truth.

Truth. Funny word. She hadn't dealt in truth for a long time.

The wall blurred beneath her tears. She wondered if he cried. If he had stopped laughing. If the reality scared him. But most of all she wondered how Peter had done it.