Another story. I know I should finish the other ones but I wanted to write this one. Only thing is it gives away the ending of Rain streams down my faith. So what do you guys think? I'm probably not going to finish this one unless I hear from you that you want it done. At least not until I've done the other one. Anyway, as usual thanks to all my reviewers especially Feltonsgirl90210. Enjoy!

Child of Rain, Child of Sky,

You are mine.

I hold you above the flood.

Feel the sun on your skin

Breathe in,

The thunder and the light

You're in my sight

Though I'm gone

Hold on. Hold on.

Child of night, child of mine,

I know you

And you'll be fine

Hold yourself strong

Hold yourself tall

You stand above us all.

Feel the sun on your skin

Breathe in

The thunder and the light

You're in my sight

Though I'm gone

Hold on.

I see the clouds

I feel the rain

But you will be strong

Hold on.

Its amazing how your life can explode just like that. Rebirth. In a second you can become someone else, someone you never knew, someone you never met in your life before.

For me and my sister, all it took was a letter. It was summer, hot and bright, the sun sparkling on the fountain in my grandmother's house which swept out around me. I leant back on the rough stone, drops of water falling on my face. My smile faltered slightly as I scrutinised my sketch of the castle. I was carefree in a way we only are when we are young, and the sun is shining.

I caught sight of two owls winging their way over the tall trees that fringed the Quidditch pitch. I gratefully threw aside my pad and pencil and took the thick crackling letters from the birds, who perched on the worn statue for a moment before disappearing away into the sky. I watched it go, lazy with the time I had to waste.

I glanced down at the addresses, written in deep red ink and noticed, in surprise, the Ministry seal staring up at me. I turned it over, expecting to see my grandmother's name, or my aunt's.

Zuleika Black

The Castle

Llanech Island

I read. Right address, but I knew no – one of that name here. At least not quite. I read the other, frowning.

Kallisto Black

And the same address. My frown deepened. I wandered into the house, still mouthing the words and called my sister. My grandmother came with her and my aunt Em. I handed Rosalyn the letter marked Kallisto and watched as she reached the conclusion I had – our middle names, never used, too ornate for daily use, our address but definitely, certainly, completely not our surname. She frowned but I was more interested in the way my Grandmother's eyes were widening. Aunt Em was looking worried. In a I-know-what's-coming-sort-of-a-way.

'Should we open them?' asked Ros, uncertainly.

'Wait…' began my Grandmother but we had already slit them open with a spell and were beginning to read the contents. There was silence. My hands trembled as I read

Dear Ms. Black,

We regret to inform you that your father, Sirius Black Esq. was killed yesterday. Our sincerest condolences,

Sincerely,

Libera Birch,

Head of the Civilian Liaison Office

Ministry of Magic

This letter is a standard response to the nearest kin of the deceased. For further details Write to the Ministry.

I looked up from the letter, and saw Ros' eyes as wide as my own. My Grandmother's house elf, an ancient creature named May bustled in and handed over a letter that had 'just arrived that second'. I was nearest the door and she gave it to me. My aunt leant over to see too and we read the distinct green ink together.

Ms R. and Ms K. Vance

The Castle

Llanech Island

I slit this envelope too, breaking the seal. A fragment fell into my hand and I realised it was the Hogwart's Crest.

Mses Kathryn and Rosalyn Vance,

I shall call at four O'clock this after noon if that is agreeable. Kindly ask your aunt to remain as I should like to speak to her.

Yours,

Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft etc.

'What does it say?' asked Ros and when I didn't answer 'Kat?'

I read the letter out loud. I know Ros' stunned expression must be mirrored in my own. I turned wordlessly, shaking slightly, to Aunt Em. I knew from experience I would get nothing from Grandmother. I could not seem to get the words out. I was afraid. I felt somehow that this was the brink. The clouds were beginning to move; shift and change. Sometimes the past is better left alone. We know this well, we the generation whose parents died for us, died at the hands of the darkest war that we have seen in civilised times.

Ros, always the clearer minded of us, summed this up in one question:

'What the hell?'

I turned to my grandmother. She was shaking her head and her eyes were full of a pain I could not understand. Aunt Em seemed shocked but I think it was the content of the letters rather than their existence that shook her. She put a hand on mine and Ros' arms and said, with a n air of false calm:

'Girls, I think it would be better to leave this until Professor Dumbledore arrives.'

We all glanced at our watches, suddenly remembering. Two O'clock. Two hours until we would know anything. I couldn't take it anymore and I pushed past Aunt Em, and half ran out of the oak doors which stood ajar to let in the sunshine. I heard Ros' voice calling behind me, but I kept going. She wouldn't follow me. I kept running until I was across the pitch and I hit the copse beyond. I slowed to a walk, my breathing heavy and quick. I did not realise until I reached my destinantionbut I had been making my way towards the bay. I broke out of the trees and stood, head spinning on the cliff. I closed my eyes and the wind pulled my hair, teasing the curls apart. I could not get those words out of my head. ….Your Father, Sirius Black…. I glanced at my watch again. Quarter to three. I had about three quarters of an hour, I had come the long way here. Yes, I just about had time. I started running down the track to the pebbles. I stumbled a couple of times and nearly broke my neck but I caught myself in time and kept going until I reached the Rocks. I pulled off my outer garments and my jeans until I was just wearing my sundress. I ripped off all my jangling bracelets impatient to go, and scrambled up the Rocks, laughing in anticipation. I ran to the end of the jutting chunk that hang out over the deep waters and dived cleanly into the grey waves. The cold hit me like a brick wall. I gasped for air and kicked upwards. If I'd have thought there were endless charms I could have used but all I wanted at that moment was the numbing cold of the sea and the song of the merpeople who lived in the deep caves on my ears. I steeped myself in the water again, kicking down to touch the bottom, brushing it with my fingers as my lungs screamed for air. I blocked out my thoughts like this for sometime before checking the time. Twenty to four.

Shit I thought dragging myself away and up the shingle to my things. I dried myself quickly with a spell, pulled on my jeans and, sticking my wand in my back pocket as I ran, made my way back towards the tall towers rising from the house, where my answers lay.