It was dark, and it was beginning to rain. He was cold, and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep through this thunderstorm. But where was he? He didn't recognize the area he was in. This certainly wasn't London. This didn't even look like anywhere in the United Kingdom. There were tall, dense trees in the deserted area around the dirt road. He looked around him again. A tall, slender woman caught his eye. She walked along in front of him, not seeming to notice the rain that was beginning to come down. He started to suggest that she go inside, since she was certain to get sick out in this weather. All that came out of his mouth was a whimper. The woman stopped and turned around. Her short fleecy hair partially covered her eyes. He could tell she was staring at him. She smiled kindly, the metal tags around her neck clinking. She was certainly odd looking. She was beautiful, but her short hair, American Military tags, fatigues, and boots showed that she was some kind of soldier. But he wasn't stupid, even he knew the policy. No women in the military but nurses.

'Strange looking nurse' he thought to himself.

Her smile faded a little, and she turned and kept walking. The rain didn't get any harder, but continued at its slow, sad pace. The woman stretched, brushing her hair out of her face. He stopped in amazement as she ran her fingers through her hair, which grew down to her lower back. She sighed in relief and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She neared a storefront porch and sat down, out of the rain. He stepped up onto the porch next to her. She looked down, a little surprised that he had followed her, but reached down and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He licked his lips. His favorite. She looked over at him with a sly grin.
She ripped the sandwich in half and gave half to him. He ate it hungrily. She hadn't even started her half before he had finished his.

"I'm sure they'll have something before we leave for home." She said, giving him the other half. He looked at it guiltily, but ate it. He was famished. She watched him quietly. He looked up at her now sad face. Her deep blue eyes, looked mournful, on the verge of tears.

"You look like someone special to me." She laughed, trying to hide the tears. "Almost 14 years, since I've seen my husband. 14 Years since he's held me in his arms." She sniffled and wiped away her tears. He nudged her arm. She looked over at him, her fair skin red from her crying. But when she looked at him, her face went completely blank.
"Are you okay?" He asked, however, it wasn't his voice. It was deeper, more masculine.
The blank stare was replaced with a look of pure fear. She stood up quickly, Her hair swishing around behind her. She stepped out into the now pouring rain. Her hair quickly became dark and wet. He stood up and stepped out into the rain as well. She backed away from him.

"Orion," His pleas were met with something he did not recognize. It was metal, he knew that much. He thought it was what the muggles called a nun? No that wasn't it...pun? That wasn't it either. Gun? Yes that was it, it was called a gun.
But she was clearly a witch, so why did she have one? All he knew was that he did not like the dark metal barrel pointed straight between his eyes. She backed away, and he slowly advanced.

One of her hands fumbled through her pockets, looking for something. Finally with a yell of triumph, she threw the gun to the side, and whipped out her wand. Now, he froze. He knew exactly what that was, and he knew what damage could be done with that. She stepped back, to far, and fell back onto another porch. He stepped up onto the porch, his legs on either side of hers. He kneeled down close to her face, suddenly realizing the mental dispute going on in her head.
To her, this was the real test, turn in her husband, or give in to her emotions. On one hand, she could leave America, and go back to Britain, but on the other, she'd be happier anywhere with him, than alone in England. But what would she do?
He stared at her, afraid of what her mind would do. She was dedicated; he could sense that about her. But she dropped her wand and threw her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her, and held her tight.
She finally pulled away and stood up, The thunder rolling around them. He stood back, still in front of her. She wouldn't look at him. She didn't believe it.

"This is another dream isn't it?"

He sighed and put his hand under her chin. Slowly, she turned her big Prussian blue eyes at him. She opened her mouth to say something but suddenly-

"SIRIUS BLACK GET OUT OF BED!"
Sirius snapped awake in his bed.
"GET OUT OF BED OR YOU'LL MISS THE TRAIN!"
"I'M UP!" He yelled back.
"WELL GET OUT OF BED!"
"OKAY!" He shouted.
He got out of bed and quickly dressed. He threw the rest of his stuff in his trunk and dragged it down the stairs.
"ARE YOU DRESSED?" His mother shouted from the entrance way.
"YES MOTHER, I AM DRESSED AN READY TO GO!" He shouted from ten feet away from her.
"Mind your mother Master Sirius." The house elf Kreacher said quietly, presenting a cup of tea. Sirius gulped it down and gave it back, then banged his way down the stairs.
"The train is leaving in half an hour! Can't you do something about your hair?" Mrs. Black barked at him.
"No." He said stubbornly.
"Well hurry up." She said, sweeping her robes into the fireplace with a loud "Platform 9 3/4." She vanished in a swirl of green flames.
Sirius pushed his trunk into the flames, stepped in and looked around his home.
"Good riddance." He said to himself. "Platform 9 3/4!"

Sirius looked around him at all the people on the platform to board the train. The people were everywhere. To none of his surprise, his mother had not waited for him to arrive. He sighed and boarded the train. He headed straight for the back. The last compartment was completely deserted. He put his trunk in the rack and stepped off the train. He found his mother talking to some particularly important looking people. HE waited until she finished what she was saying before tapping her on the shoulder.
"Mother, I'm leaving."
"So?"
"I just wanted to say goodbye."
"Well goodbye."
Sirius turned away and moved through the crowd gracefully. His father had taught him to never cause attention and taught him to disappear into crowds. He was just remembering these lessons, when he bumped into a girl with a cat perched on her shoulder. Her hair covered her face mostly, but she apologized quickly.
A passerby whispered to their mother,
"That's her! That's Elizabeth Wayne! The dancer! That's her!" The boy said.
Sirius boarded the train and headed back to his compartment. HE sat down a looked out the window. His eyes roamed over the crowd, and he thought distantly of how he would like o be one of the students whose parents were actually sad to see them going away to school. His eyes swept past the girl again, but came to a screeching halt and back to her.
It was her, the girl with the fleecy brown hair and Prussian blue eyes. Her hair was mid back length, but he was sure it was her.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Sirius' eyes were torn away, and he stood up and opened the door. There stood a boy about his age. He look exhausted, but very excited.
"Is there any room for me?" He asked curiously. Sirius smiled.
"Of course, come right in."
The boy came in gratefully.
"I'm Sirius Black." Sirius said, extending his hand.
"Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you."
They sat down across from each other.
"We should be leaving in a few minutes." Remus said.

Sirius nodded and looked back outside. The girl was now apologizing once more to another boy who looked about their age. Her face was in a beautiful smile, his in a silly grin. Two people tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to face that could only be her parents. Sirius knew who they were. The Wayne's were prominent American Ministry officials. She had a brother, Bruce Wayne. She herself, Elizabeth Wayne, was famous. She was a very talented musician and a world famous ballerina. She was noted for her red ballet slippers. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne scooped Bruce and Elizabeth into a loving hug. Finally, they let go, and Elizabeth, Bruce, and the boy got on the train.

Sirius stared out the window, not seeing his mother, guessing that she had already left, when yet another knock stirred him from his thoughts. He got up quickly and answered the door. The boy standing in the door.
"Is there any room for two more people?"
"Sure." Sirius said, opening the door. The boy stepped in, and none other and Elizabeth Wayne followed. She made it inside perhaps a little faster than she would have liked because a boy slammed into her back, caushing to her pitch forward and was saved only when she grabbed the frame of the door and sent her cat flying off her shoulder. "Help me please!" he yelped.
Elizabeth straightened up and smiled kindly. He followed her inside. Her cat leapt onto Sirius' shoulder. She looked embarrassed as she shut the door.
"Oh I'm so sorry! Pero get off him!"
"No he's all right." Sirius said, grinning at her.
Remus also rose to him feet.
"Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you."
"Elizabeth Wayne. Its nice to meet you Remus."
"Elizabeth Wayne the dancer?" the small boy stuttered.
"Yes." She said warily
"I'm Sirius Black." Sirius said, stepping towards her.
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth." she said, she shook his hand, but the moment she touched his hand, the vision of the woman in the rain came back. The look of shock registered on her face as well. She let go of his hand quickly.
"I'm Peter Pettigrew." The small boy said. The last boy looked at them all except Elizabeth.
"I'm James Potter."
They sat down as the train started to move.
"Didn't your brother get on the train?"
"Yes, but he's sitting with someone we know."
"Oh I see. Peter, who were you running from?"
"Some mean guys."
"Those guys who were being really rude?" Elizabeth asked, suddenly looking rather annoyed.
Peter nodded.
"One with greasy black hair, the other with silvery blonde?" James added, looked much as Elizabeth did.
Peter nodded.
"My family knows them." Sirius said. "Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy."
The people in the compartment stared at him.
" I don't like them."