Bruce and Elizabeth kept going on about some lay their parents were taking them to see. Why they would be excited about seeing a play, Sirius didn't know. All he knew was that he and James were staying at school. Unfortunately, so was Peter.

Sirius almost found himself dreading that Elizabeth and Bruce were leaving for a while. No it was only a few weeks, but still, whom would he hang out with. He and James could only get into so much trouble.

As it always does, time couldn't have gone faster for Sirius and the next thing he knew, it was the night before the end of the term.
It was dark, there was steam coming from a nearby vent in the alleyway.
Suddenly, there was Elizabeth right next to James, a wide smile, walking away form him.
"Don't look so down!" she called out. "We'll be back in a few weeks!"
He flashed back to the alleyway, he heard a loud scream of horror, and he spun around and saw Elizabeth and Bruce backing away, their eye's full of fear and helplessness.
Sirius snapped up in bed. It took him a minute to realize where he was. He we still at school, he was safe. But what about...
He pulled back the hanging of his bed and got up. He walked across the room to Bruce's bed and pulled the hangings back just wide enough to see inside. Bruce was sleeping comfortably. He was safe.

Sirius walked over to the window, his mind racing to fast for him to go back to sleep. He looked out over the snow-covered grounds. He couldn't possibly imagine anyone who would want to hurt the Wayne's for any reason. When it was this peaceful outside, who would want to?

The door behind him creaked open. Elizabeth tiptoed in but stopped when she saw Sirius.
"Something wrong?" he whispered.
"I had a dream, I was just checking on Bruce."
Sirius stayed by the window while she walked over to Bruce's bed to discover for herself that he was still sleeping safely.
She turned to go back to the door.
"Why are you doing awake at this time?"
"I had a dream, I couldn't go back to sleep."
He wasn't sure if she was frowning or smiling, a cloud had drifted in front of the moon.
He saw her figure turn to walk back to the door.
"Elizabeth," he said quietly. She stopped, the cloud moved and the room was bathed in moonlight. "When you get back to Gotham, be careful."
Still, he couldn't see her face, but the long pause showed Sirius that she knew exactly what he was talking about.
"I will"

Bruce and his sister had a long trip ahead of them, and bundled up for the journey. They left around noon. James, Sirius, and Peter walked down the front steps with them as Remus said good-bye and got in the carriage. Bruce and Elizabeth said goodbye and followed after Remus. Elizabeth turned her head towards Sirius.

"Don't look so down!" She called. "We'll be back in a few weeks!" She climbed into the carriage behind her brother and they left.
Sirius almost fell over. Would the rest of the dream come to pass?

Sirius got a letter the next day from Elizabeth to let them know that they got home, but that she had punched Lucius Malfoy in the face on the train ride back to Platform 9 3/4. Sirius couldn't help but laugh as he imagined Elizabeth, the ballet dancer/ musician punching Lucius Malfoy right in the face.

He and James spent the week leading up to Christmas playing little pranks on people around the castle. They also gave Sophie some money to pick out some presents for friends before she went to Hogsmeade.

She came back with a large stuffed lion for Elizabeth fro, Sirius, a book on self defense spells for Remus, and a book of muggle magic tricks for Bruce.
From James, she came back with a pack of Sugar Quills and Prussian blue ink to match Elizabeth's eyes, a model broomstick for Bruce, and a map of the galaxy, allowing Remus to not have to take any Astronomy classes, even though he would probably take them anyway.

They had to enlist the help of none other than Lily Evans to wrap the presents, as they no idea how to do it.
They sent the packages off soon after and just a day later, they found themselves heading up to bed on Christmas Eve.
Sirius awoke the next morning to the grinning face of James, he turned his head, trying to get back to sleep, but all he met was the equally grinning face of Peter. Sirius cried out and sat up quickly, while James and Peter laughed. There were presents at the foot of his bed. His face split into a wide grin.

HE reached for the presents, from his friends. James had given him a poster from his favorite Quidditch team. Peter had given him a box full of things from Honeydukes. Remus had sent him a pocketknife that turned out to be quite useful. And from Elizabeth, a scarf that when worn felt like someone was constantly kissing your neck. Gryffindor colors, so he could wear it whenever he pleased.

Soon after Christmas, a few days before New Years, Sirius had a disturbing dream.

He was standing in a dark alleyway; steam was rising from a building vent. Four people started his way. One, a tall strong man of great stature walked forward arm in arm with Elizabeth; Sirius remembered that this was Mr. Wayne. Elizabeth wore a long black skirt with petticoats beneath, and white shirt, and a small black jacket over the shirt. She wore no coat.
He was the Head of Magical Intelligence Investigation. He looked into possible threats against the magic community. Elizabeth had told Sirius about some people that had been causing trouble about some guy who had a really strange name.


He looked on at what he was seeing. Elizabeth was close to her father, who shared his coat with her for warmth laughing at the odd shape that his wife and Bruce saw behind them. Mrs. Wayne was beautiful, she was fashionable and Sirius could tell that she was respected by all, but very kind. She and Bruce jumped over puddles laughing about the play they had just seen. She carried a rose that Sirius could only guess Mr. Wayne had bought for her. They walked past, still laughing. Two men crept down the alleyway behind them. Sirius tried to yell, but no one could hear him. One of them pulled out a metal object and pointed it at the Wayne's. Sirius thought this was called a gun. Muggles used them to kill each other. Mr. Wayne took off his trench coat and put it around Elizabeth's shoulders. One of the men pulled back something on the gun.


The Wayne's spun around. Mrs. Wayne pushed Bruce behind her. Mr. Wayne pushed Elizabeth towards the wall, Bruce ran after her. Dr. Wayne started toward the men, but the one with the gun was to fast. He pulled the trigger, pulled back the hammer and pulled the trigger again. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne fall the other ground, Mrs. Wayne's rose falling from her hand and landing in a puddle. The man with the gun pulled back the hammer once more, but the other man pulled him away.
"Tell me kids, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
They disappeared into the steam. Bruce started yelling for help, between his cries, Elizabeth started screaming.

Sirius woke with a starting yell. James fell out of bed and Peter got tangled in the hanging.
"What's wrong?"
Sirius was busy fumbling for parchment and a quill. James grabbed him roughly by his arm.
"Sirius! Calm down! What's wrong?"
Sirius suddenly stopped struggling, Elizabeth's scream still ringing in his ears.

"It was just a dream mate, calm down." James said, letting go of Sirius' arm. Sirius knew that that was no dream, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now. He got back in bed but lay awake long after his dorm mates had fallen asleep.

Owl Post arrived early the next morning. It was from Callie, nothing but a newspaper article from a muggle newspaper. There was no note attached. He pulled out the article and read the headline, it was the front page. James leaned over to read and dropped the goblet in his hand with a clatter.


PROMINENT GOTHAMITES MURDERED

DR. THOMAS AND MARTHA WAYNE GUNNED DOWN

The article that followed told about the Wayne's and how they were killed. There was a picture below of Bruce and Elizabeth.
"Look a their faces," James drifted off.