Hestia was dead. The Gods had taken Hestia three days before the wedding.

Sirius hadn't cried.

Heaven was alive, though. Harry couldn't watch the pair without wanting to cry. Heaven cried constantly.

The mood in the house was subdued. A knock on the door made Harry turn. Slowly, he trudged to the door. James was in the kitchen with Heaven. Sirius had locked himself in his room. Harry opened the door slowly, staring.

Bellatrix Lestrange's emaciated, but still beautiful, face was staring down at him.

"You!" Harry growled. Before he could grab his wand, Sirius's thin hand was on his shoulder.

"I sent for her." he said quietly. He jerked his head for Bellatrix to follow him. She did. Harry followed as well.

"He went, too?" Sirius asked. Bellatrix nodded.

"Yes. Rodolphus died in disgrace to the Dark Lord."

"Hm..." Sirius said, going into the drawing room. A wireless was playing Surrender by Cheap Trick. A piano in the corner of the room sat, its ivory keys covered in a thin layer of dust.

"I need your assistance, Sirius." Bellatrix said, watching her cousin seat himself, crossing his ankles as he sat. Sirius slowly looked at her.

"With?"

"I've renounced my service."

Sirius laughed. He laughed! "I give you a week." he scoffed. She pressed her hands to her hips, glaring down at him in a way that was frighteningly reminiscent of his mother.

"It is NOT a laughing matter!" she howled. Sirius laughed harder. Bellatrix Black-Lestrange renounced her service to the Dark Lord! Oh, that was a hoot! The wireless changed songs.

"You gave up on Voldemort?" Sirius asked.

"Help me." she said.

"Dream on," Sirius said. She stared at him. "Dream yourself on a dream come true."

"Sing with me," she said softly. "Sing for the years."

"Sing for the laughter."

"Sing for the tears."

"Sing with me, if its just for today.

"Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away." Sirius grunted.

"Dream on."

"Look," Sirius said. "Half my life is in the books written pages. Live and learn from fools and sages. You know its true, Bell. All the things come back to you." Yes, Sirius was, indeed, quoting Aerosmith to her. And he could tell it was infuriating her. Oh well. She sang it back to him, so... did it count as an asshole kind of thing if she sang back?

Bellatrix stood up, and looked out the window of the manor. Sirius walked up behind her, his hands clasped behind his back.

"I won't do it."

"Why not?"

"Because. I have to think of my daughter. She's all I've got now. I can't risk her neck for you."

"Blood is thicker than water." Bellatrix threw in his face.

"Yet... its oddly, not as refreshing." She swatted him. He laughed.

"How old is she?" she asked after a moment.

"Sixteen. Almost seventeen." Sirius said quietly. Bellatrix nodded, looking at him.

"You love her?" she asked, looking at him. Sirius nodded.

"As much as any right-thinking man could ever love his daughter." he said.

"And she's the reason why you won't?" Sirius nodded once more.

"And, the fact, that my godson hates your guts." he added. She sat in his armchair, resting her elbow on one of the arms, her fingers extended below her lower lip thoughtfully.

"Harry Potter." she said quietly. Almost immediately, Harry popped up.

"Go away, Harry." Sirius said. Harry looked at him, hurt. "Its nothing personal. YOu're just in my bubble." Harry sulked off.

"The girl's name. What is it?"

"Heaven Leigh Black."

"Thats pretty." Bellatrix said. "Using tradition, and completely slaughtering it. Completely your style." she said. Sirius laughed. Bellatrix sighed.

"I'm going to die." she said, with an air of finality.

"Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Thanks to my OH SO FAVORITE cousin in the WHOLE wide world." Sirius said. Bellatrix scowled at him.

(Wow, so how about its definately been a long time since I updated. I tried, I HONESTLY DID, but my job decided, "Hey, lets give her a bagajillion hours. She can sleep when she's dead." But, I finally updated!0