Sirius was sitting down in an old oak chair that was in from of a large dark elegant dining table in his family's ancestral home. The particular chair he was sitting in gave him a good view of the cuts and indentions on it, they were few and far between but they were noticeable in the right light at the right angle, which he just so happened to be sitting at. Sirius knew that he had been the cause of most of those marks, the few that he hadn't been the cause of Regulus had made. Although whenever his younger brother had scratched the table Kreacher had tried to fix it as best he could so Regulus would not get in trouble.

Sirius blinked and sat up straighter. Trying to clear his head and focus on what was being said at the meeting. He shouldn't even be thinking about his "family".At least he did not want to be. He had been thinking about them a lot more especially his brother ever since he had escaped from Azkaban and had been forced to stay here. Although it did make since he was living in his "family's" home, the one he'd shared with them till he had run away when he had been sixteen to go live with James and Mr. and Mrs. Potter. That had been the first time that a house had ever felt like a home.

Sirius did not enjoy the fact the he'd been thinking about his "family". He did not very good memories of them and the few that he did had been tainted with sadness and resentment by later events. Most of these memories were of his younger brother Regulus. They had gotten along very well as children, but after Sirius had gone to Hogwarts they had grown apart and by the time he'd run away they were hardly talking but in his sixth year the brothers hadn't even so much as acknowledged each other's presence. Then the war really got kicked into high gear and Sirius has joined the Order and Regulus was rumored to have joined the death eaters although that was never proven but it was most likely true, and then Regulus had vanished presumed to be dead they never did find the body, but they had not found a lot of bodies.

Sirius was finally metaphorically shaken out of thoughts by the ending of the order meeting. He stood up out of his chair as everyone started going out of the room. He didn't really know what to think about the new order of the Phoenix, of course he liked everyone in it(minus Snape of course, thank goodness he was not at this meeting) but he was having a hard time getting used to the fact that so many people that were members of the old one were gone. They had all been so young, with so much more life to live and for almost all of them it had been taken away from them. Most of them had died or they had been scarred mentally, physically or both. They would never be the same. Sirius was worried that the past was going to repeat itself and that the same thing would happen either the current order. If he survived this war, he knew that it happing again would destroy whatever sanity he gotten back since Azkaban. And he didn't want anther generation going through what his had gone through, no one should have to live through a war but definitely it children and that is what they were children. When Sirius had been there age he had felt so old and grown up bust he really had not been, none of them were.

Sirius often worried about Harry and his friends they reminded his so much of the friend group he had when he was younger. He hoped desperately that the same fate would not befall them as well.

As Sirius and the other members of the order left the dinning room that they had been holding most of there meetings at. Sirius heard a thud and then saw a flash of light coming from a room down the hall, no one was staying in this room. Evidently Sirius was not hearing things because several other members of the order moved there heads to look in that direction while holding there wands held firmly in there hands. Sirius grabbed the one that he had been given to use and did the same thing. They all slowly moved towards the room.

It turned out that Kreacher had gotten there first but even seemed to be shocked at what he was seeing.

At first Sirius did not know exactly what he was looking at. He knew that there're was a person lying on the floor unconscious but still alive, who was soaking wet. It wasn't until he got closer the the person that he released who it was.

"Regulus?" Sirius says in disbelief.