Sirius dragged himself out of bed early that morning and walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat hunched over in his seat in the dark, as the sun had not come up yet, thinking about Orion. She had tried so hard to defend herself, but without magic, she couldn't protect herself against someone who was fully trained with a wand. He didn't even so much as look up until he felt someone's hand on his back, and heard someone sit down in front of him. He expected that it was his friends, however when he looked up, Jacob was sitting across from him, Callie on his right, rubbing his back.

"Sirius," Callie began. "We need to tell you something."
"There's no need, I know already."
Callie's eyes welled up with tears. Jacob faced remained blank. Someone hurting Orion was evidently a hit below the belt for him. Callie bent over the table crying, Jacob reached across and stroked her hair softly. Callie gripped Sirius's shirt. He turned looked at her, full of sympathy. Callie and Jacob had known Orion her whole life. Jacob looked beyond tears. The three stayed next to each other until the sun came up and James, Remus, and Peter came down. James at first thought that Callie was asleep, and Sirius simply had his arm around her, but he noticed when he sat down that she was still crying.
"What's the matter?" Remus said, alarmed.
Jacob looked up, the only one able to speak out of the three.
"We got word from Bruce very early this morning."
"And?" James said. " Why is Callie crying then?"
Jacob sighed heavily and shoved another newspaper article towards James along with a note. James looked at the article with fear, afraid of what this would read after what the last muggle article had said. Remus took the note and read it, his face falling blank, and showing no emotion. He dropped the note staring at the article in front of him, not needing to read it any longer. James skimmed over the article, his face showing equal to that of Remus.
"We have to go to Gotham."

"We Can't" Remus said, his voice wavering. "They won't let us leave just because of her."
"We just have to sit here." Sirius said his teeth gritted, balling his hands into fists. "WE HAVE TO JUST SIT HERE WHILE SHE DIES!" He shouted, slamming his fists onto the table, knocking over goblets all down the table.

Bruce sat next to his sister's bed in silence. His sister was heavily bandaged, an arm and a leg broken, ribs cracked, and gashes and cuts all over. He cursed the sun for shining so happily through her windows and room. Ace remained curled up at her side, waiting for her to wake up. Bruce held her petite, cool hand in his own, wishing with all his heart that she would grip his hand back. Her instruments sat across the room, abandoned and unused, her ballet slippers hanging on her wall. Why had someone attacked her? What had she done to anyone? The sunlight aggravated him, he hated brightness. He strode over to the window, which had been newly replaced since Elizabeth had been thrown through it. He reached to shut the window and was startled for a moment when a bat flew out from behind the curtains and flew shrieking into the sunlight. HE repressed a moment's fear of bat's and scowled after it. Bruce shut the window and drew the heavy velvet curtains, blocking out all sunlight in the room. He stared at the curtain's a moment, Elizabeth never closed them, she said that they made everything look gloomy and sad. Somehow it seemed appropriate. Ace raised his head and watched Bruce turn on a lamp beside the bed and sit down again and take his sisters hand. He leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"Liz, Liz please wake up. I'm lonely." He said softly.
"She can't find her way back. She's lost inside her own mind, trapped in the dark without a way to escape." He thought to himself.

Sirius didn't rightly know how me made it through the next two months without failing out of school. He never did his homework, and in class, he simply stared at something for minutes on end. Every time he saw a window, he like Bruce, cursed the sunlight while someone half way around the world withered away into nothingness. Remus took notes and copied them for Sirius, who listened listlessly while Remus did his homework and James and Callie collaborated over his homework. HE had to hand it to them for pulling him through, though he never felt like saying it.
The only thing Sirius ever found he could focus on was Quidditch. He knew that Orion's rightful place was beside him on her broom, waiting for a Bludger to come her way. Re imagined that every Bludger that came his way was the head of Orion's attacker, and he had no problem sending it clear across the stadium after another player. He found himself wandering up to the East Tower every Tuesday night and standing outside the room where the orchestra used to practice. At first, no one came, then one evening he heard them playing, it was beautiful, but every note lingering through the night air was like hearing Orion's voice in the calm night.

Sirius had begun receiving letters from Bruce, which he had no problem with, if he was going to destroy himself by wallowing in the despair of his mind, it was nice to talk to someone. Bruce talked of a bat that he had found in his sister's room and how fascinated he was by it. How he had fallen though a hold in the ground with her one-day and landed in a large cave underneath Wayne Manor. Sirius watched for the two months as Bruce's handwriting changed from careful and precise, to strong and powerful. Sirius felt better knowing at least that Orion was well protected.

He slept every chance he had, and his dreams constantly took him to Gotham City. He stood in her room and watched her helplessly. Every time he would try to touch her face, he was filled with an overwhelming emotion he couldn't explain and reeled back and fell into an armchair Bruce had pulled up next to her bed. He watched her, wishing she would open her eyes for only a moment, just long enough for him to tell her how much they- no - how much he missed her. If only she could hear him.

May dawned clear and warm. Sirius hated it. He was thinking of something to write back to Bruce, who hadn't written and quite a while. Jacob and Callie came and sat down at the table. He wondered vaguely why they were awake, since it was almost one in the morning, but reasoned it was perhaps because they ere studying for finals, like he had been earlier.
"Sirius, we need to talk to you again."

Sirius' quill stopped moving instantly. He didn't like those words.
Adam came over and sat down too, looking grave. They were on every side of him but the table. HE turned around to look at them.
"What's wrong now?"
"It's Liz." Adam mumbled.
"Oh God, what now?" Sirius said, his voice rising.
"It's just been too long." Jacob said, his face pale. Callie made a gulping noise and started crying. Jacob and Adam both hugged her tightly.
"What." Sirius demanded.
Adam too ka deep breathe. "They're- they're pulling the plug. She can't make it back."

If Sirius' friends thought that putting his fist through a glass door was drastic, it was nothing compared to what he did after he lost it over Orion. Callie tried to get to Sirius, but after he snapped, Adam and Jacob both dragged up into the tower and bolted the doors shut. Sirius unleashed his Clow Cards, knowing that he would hurt later, but didn't care as The Windy swept through the common room, toppling chairs into he fireplace, knocking over tables and ripping things off the walls. The Fire swept around him, licking the floors and walls, with The Water sweeping after it. Sirius could barely hear the storm that he had conjured outside. With the first flash of lighting and the deafening clap of thunder, James was out of his bed and yelling on this way down to the common room with Remus and Peter right behind him. They met Adam and Jacob, who were holding back a screaming Callie. She struggled against them to get to Sirius, but the two of them together were too strong for her.

Sirius turned towards the doors, which buckled from the pressure of the wind. He remembered the time that he had levitated Orion into the air while he was out there with her. How that was the last place he had seen her in his dreams, how he couldn't reach her hand in time...

He let out a shout of anguish and started toward the doors, his cards following behind. The Windy shattered the glass and blew it through the panes and onto the balcony; Sirius walked forward starting towards the balcony starting to feel the rain sweeping into his face, stinging him. Sirius felt the fatigue of letting all the power go at once, feeling The Fire and The Water returning to their confines and going back to his pocket. The stepped onto the balcony, The Dream putting visions of her standing in front of him. The flash of light illuminated the sky, and she faded away into the rain.
Callie screamed and burst through Adam and Jacobs arms, trying to open the doors. The Lock had shut it tight.
"Sirius please opens the door!"

Sirius felt extremely fatigued as Callie threw her shoulder into the door over and over. Every pound she made hammed against his head. He concentrated the last of his might to return all the rest of the cards. The door unlocked and Callie burst into the Common Room. It was destroyed. She didn't see Sirius anywhere. She ran to the balcony and saw him trying to stagger back inside. She ran to him and threw her arms around him.

"Please don't be so upset. I know it's hard, but please, for Orion, try to be strong."
Sirius curled his fingers into her long hair. He knew deep down that she was right. He started to hug her back, but had no sooner gotten his arms around her than he collapsed into darkness.

His arms felt like lead. He could hear someone moving around him. They smelled like roses. They brushed his hair out of his face, their cool fingers dancing across his face. He tried to open his eyes, but all his did was squint. The person placed a cool hand upon his forehead. Their hand was so soft...
Soft hair fell down, tickling his neck.
"Who-" Sirius started, turning his head to the side.
The cool hand gently moved his head back then slid off his head. HE grabbed their hand.
"Who-"
"Sirius you must calm down if you want to go home." came a calming voice. It sounded so familiar- it was familiar; in fact, he knew that voice... it was-
"ORION NO!"
His eyes jerked open and he sat up quickly. She was sitting right in front of him. His hand started toward her face, but just before he touched her face the smile lessened.
"Tell me that it's not just me." Her smile looked forlorn but happy at the same time. Her smile drifted away and her eyes closed. She slumped over to her side and the darkness vanished.
"NO!" Sirius sat straight up in bed. Callie rushed over.
"Are you okay?"
He was covered in sweat. He knew what he had to do.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Look Sirius, I'm glad you woke up. We're leaving in a few minutes and I wanted to say goodbye before we left."
"Where are you going?"
Callie looked apprehensive. "Dumbledore has arranged for Jacob and Adam and I to go back to Gotham for a couple days. You know, just to say goodbye and all."
Sirius nodded, not wanting to think about it anymore. Callie stood up and gave him a hug. "Is there anything you want me to do?"
Sirius nodded. "Give my best to Bruce."
Callie smiled. "I will." She pulled up his blanket and walked out the door. Sirius threw the covers off and walked over to his desk. James had left a note saying that they were staying in the seventh year dorms so Sirius could get some peace and quiet. He was relieved.
He pulled his Clow Book out of the drawer. Just as always, The Dream was on top. He spread the Cards on his desk. The Dream was the first card he captured, meaning that that would be the most powerful, and also in the case of what had happened earlier that night, the last one in. It all made sense now. The Dream allowed him to look into people's minds. He had been thinking of Orion, and ended up on her own mind. She was lost in the dark of her own mind, but he has seen a light. He had seen it when he opened his eyes. It was a hole, like a trap door, high above her. This was all in her subconscious. The light was where she spent most of her time. The dark was where she was currently lost. All he had to do to save her was get her back to that hole.

Sirius felt a soft breeze across his back. Had Callie left the window open? He stood up to go shut the window and almost walked headlong into a tall woman standing behind him. She knocked him back into his chair. He looked up and felt his jaw drop open. It was the girl that he had seen in the Owlery, but- older. Her long brown hair was down to her knees. Her deep blue eyes were like the night sky outside, her pale skin like a winter day.
"She doesn't have much time."
Sirius was dumbfounded. "What?"
"The man who tried to take her life will return to finish the job tomorrow night. Your the only one who can stop him."
"But I can't get to Gotham City."
"You don't have too. All you have to do is save her. She can fend for herself. She's not as helpless as she was on that night."
Sirius nodded.
"You're far to tired now, but tomorrow evening, you must take action before its too late."
Sirius nodded and started towards the door. He turned back to ask how long it would take, but she was gone."