Summary: This is a story about the lost love of Sirius Black...what you don't know can't make you cry...right...if only he hadn't experienced even for a short while, exactly how his life could have been. "It's difficult to fall in love, especially when the world is flying by, and you can't even see past your hair" - SB

Disclaimer: I own nothing... there are you happy... oh wait... I own the leading lady... and one of her friends...

I have researched tons of information and wrote out a butt-load of things... for a couple of months this story died... and I didn't think I would continue it. However, I really want to post it, because I will never be happy if I don't.

I hope you like it... and if you are super crazy about... make sure you bug about updating... because if no one really likes it it takes me a while to update... if I get around to it at all.

Burton Agnes Hall is a real place in east Yorkshire www. burton-agnes .co .uk (it won't allow the hyperlink so type it without the spaces)is the website if you ever want to see pictures of the house my main character lives in, and where she will spend some of the summer.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the story of Orion and Artemis (a greek myth), there are multiple versions... that will be a story to keep in mind...

This story will be told From two different characters' POV, and often times the scenes overlap... but not how they did in my Lily and James story.

Cheers! Enjoy the story... if you dare...

Sirius POV

My name was Sirius Black.

I was still the same as ever: still the same shaggy black hair, still the same perfectly sculpted body, still the same gifted mind.

It was still the same me.

Still one left eye seeing bluer and one right eye seeing redder, same charming disposition, bedazzling trademark smile, and complimentary wink.

Not to mention the largest fan club of the Marauders and the largest obsession with girls, most stunning indigo eyes, best cronies a guy could a ask for, and no one to truly witness what my life was.

Sure, I had James, Remus, and Peter, but there was no one on the inside, no one to check under my bed for monsters, no one to tell me the voices in my head who wanted me to burn things weren't the best to listen to, and no one to know what being Sirius Black really was.

Toothers,on the outside he was a ridiculously amazing, devilishly handsome, cunning, charming, slightly humorous, rich, completely sane, bad boy wizard. Not to mention high on the intellectual side. But who relies on those standing outside looking in.

Here's the scoop, I was sixteen, that's right, and while I sat there, picking a dead moth off my jumper (aka sweater), I couldn't help but think how dull the adventure had been so far.

What with becoming an illegal animagus, befriending a werewolf, creating a potentially helpful yet completely anti-authority oriented map, and basically wooing the female population at Hogwarts, I was still waiting for my life to begin.

Honestly, people cared more about the center stage Sirius, not the one behind the scenes running the show.

No matter, a change was in order with the rise of a certain dark lord. I'll leave you to ponder.

But what no one could see was that he would leave us changed forever.

No more nighttime excursions with werewolves, no more harmless pranks, no more Lily and James Potter…..no more Mirzam Ophira…..but I'm getting ahead of myself.

After all, the story of loss is not what I'm here to tell.

Mirzam POV

I had had enough of my sisters, not my appointed Hogwarts sisters, my maniacal muggle blood-related sisters.

They were always running around, wreaking havoc on anyone or anything foolish enough to cross their paths.

I opened up my window to let in the fresh air.

Summer and my sisters' shrieks were almost over.

As much as I tried to convince others that my sisters were far less than pleasurable company, I always felt a tad bit guilty when I left, knowing fully well they were almost enjoyable to hang out with.

So far, not one of them would join me as a witch.

My parents were muggles as well. My father was a hard-headed Italian, straight from Napoli, and my mother a beautiful woman with German ties.

So right off the bat, I was guaranteed not only a unique accent, but a raging short temper.

When I was five, and had only three sisters, my parents moved out of Napoli to a small town in Wisconsin, where I learned my English with an American accent.

Now, I had to put up with a language barrier as well as the nasally vowels that are typical of the Mid-West region, and my sisters' snide comments about me not being capable of correctly pronouncing the unrolled 'r'.

No matter how hard I tried the sound of my first language was never permanently removed from my English.

When I reached the age of 10, and had five of the seven sisters I would come to have, my family set out for the land of Lords and Ladies, England.

People know about Burton Agnes Hall andhow it has been passed down from family member to family member since it was built, but they don't know that it passed into my family's hands for little more than seven years.

Then, I turned eleven and something changed, something was different.

The location of my famous home provided a way for me to escape what my life had become.

Some weird man by the name of Albus Dumbledore wanted me to attend his school…. a school of witchcraft and wizardry.

I thought the worst feeling in the world would be leaving alone for a school I had never even heard of; a place my grade school teachers would have reprimanded me for believing in.

However, I was wrong, completely mistaken in fact.

For I had yet to face boys…more specifically wizard boys…okay, maybe not all wizard boys...just one in particular... one named Sirius Black.

Tell me what you thought...

Pranks Are So Siriusly Padfoot