Not able to take in the horrid sight of death that the three students were looking at they walked into the library after retrieving their wands first of course. The woman at the front was gone and yet the library still remained open. They ignored it; perhaps she was simply in a back room of the building. Hermione lead them to a computer, the one they were at the other day and immediately booted it up.

The wait for it to load up seemed to take forever and when it was finally ready she clicked on the internet icon and typed into a search engine. Sirius Black.

"That's why Regulus said he was an only child, Sirius was either already dead or he was born at a different time, and due to the fact he's a vampire it's nearly impossible to tell his age." She said to them as a list of results came up.

"What about that one there." Harry said pointing to a one site. The title did not have his name in it, but it did say 'earliest documented vampires' and in a list under it there was his name along with several others.

"Looks promising," she murmured and clicked on it. A site came up with a very Gothic theme to it. The red lettering of the list of names stood bright against the black background. She quickly scrolled down the list of names, thankfully they were in alphabetical order by first names. She reached the S section and it didn't take long to find his name.

When she clicked on it another page came up showing a portrait of Sirius, he wore formal wear and he looked well groomed and wealthy, below the portrait there was a detailed description of him.

Hermione cleared her throat before beginning to read it out loud. "Sirius Orion Black was born in London, England in 1688…" She trailed off slightly shocked at the date but then quickly continued. "--into the wealthy, pure blood wizarding, aristocratic Black family. Born into money he had all the advantages that a noble boy could have, he showed to be incredibly talented in potion making at a young age. He quickly surpassed even some of his teachers in this craft before the age of fifteen. He was a talented wizard on many levels but also proved to be an arrogant, cruel child as well. Due to the fact he was born into wealth he often beat on the peasants and servants. By the age of eighteen he was one of the greatest potion makers in all of England, his began making difficult potions and over pricing them to people who truly needed them and even did the same to simple potions with squibs or muggles.

"Along with this talent he was also gifted with a violin, which he had been taking lessons in since a very young age because of his fathers wishes. It was often rumored he became so good in his studies because his father was abusive. There was one tragic day however when he was twenty years old he was traveling at night though the town to return to his home , The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, when he was attacked by the vampire Carlotta Vancote. The young aristocrat died that night and was reborn as a creature of the night." Hermione finished reading. "That's where his human profile ends and his vampire one begins.

Harry leaned forward and began to read the rest of the page. "Sirius Black rose the next day in 1708, he murdered his family that night, although the Black line did not end, the family has many more branches and he only succeeded in killing a small portion. He began traveling with Carlotta for many years after that wreaking havoc upon all of England, Ireland, Scotland, and America. He killed hundreds and quickly became known as one of the most deadly vampires in history. He became famous for his method of toying with victims for days before taking their lives. He stayed with Carlotta as her mate for ninety-two years until she was staked by a vampire slayer in 1806. Sirius barley escaped.

"Deeply devastated and angered at the staking of his lover Sirius went on a rampage killing on an average of fifty people in one night. After this he traveled alone keeping his reputation as one of the most deadly vampires in perfect condition. Exactly sixty years later the vampire was still traveling along until he arrived in Paris, France where he visited an opera house and caught sight of the lead singer Andromeda Volk. He continued to stalk her for one month before murdering her and making her a vampire in 1866.

"The two vampires have remained together ever since and the two quickly gained a reputation even more fearful then the one Sirius and Carlotta possessed together." Harry finished biting his bottom lip.

"Bloody hell." Ron said shocked. "He's a bastard." Hermione didn't even bother scolding him with the language.

"I can't believe Sirius would do that…" Harry murmured staring at the portrait of Sirius at the top of the screen.

"Remember Harry, this isn't really Sirius." She said in a comforting way turning back to him.

"Click on Andy." Ron said suddenly and without a word Hermione nodded and scrolled down to fins her underlined name and she clicked.

A different page popped up showing a portrait of Andy dressed in a white laced dress with a tight corset around her waist and her hair was up on her head with many dirty blond curls hanging down.

Hermione began reading once again. "Andromeda Volk born America in 1848. At a very young age her parents had her take ballet and vocal lessons. By the time she was seven they moved to France where her studies intensified. For several more years she lived life as any child would studying ballet in France until in 1858 her parents were murdered when she was ten. Their murderer was never discovered. She was taken in and lived with a friend where she knew from ballet lessons. Five years later when she was fifteen she began dancing and singing as a chorus girl in operas and various performances. Her life was fairly steady for two more years after that until she auditioned for another opera; she earned a more important role in that opera when she was seventeen. Many speculate the man running this opera was taken by her unusual accent and that was why she got the role, but many also say it was just raw talent. By the time she was eighteen she was in many operas with important roles, her life in theatre and opera was only beginning.

"Only one year later she had her first role in an opera as the lead role when she was nineteen. After five performances her name quickly spread across France, she would be a famous opera singer if her career continued. But one night in 1867 she began being stalked by one vampire Sirius Black, after a week of playing with her mind and thinking she was going insane he murdered her and made her a vampire. She continued to sing in operas at night until one performance where she murdered almost the entire cast during a show. No one knows what provoked this mass murder but many say she was just sick of them. After that she traveled with Sirius to many different countries and cites causing death and mayhem. She continued to perform in various operas after that under many fake names but she rarely stayed for more then three performances.

"Andromeda and Sirius traveled together until present day where they are feared greatly." Hermione finished and then glanced up to the two boys over her.

"Hers is different then Sirius's." Ron said, Hermione rolled her eyes at this being the first thing he noticed.

"Well different people probably wrote them." She said. "But wow, her life was just beginning and Sirius went and killed her.

"Andy? Opera?" Harry said with an eyebrow raised.

"Well it's like Sirius, he was apparently great in potions and in our world he is too so Andy likes performing and singing in our world she was perform in this one… just with a different voice scale." She said trying to come up with an answer.

Harry was pacing behind them when Ron and Hermione turned around hearing his footsteps. "Harry…?" Hermione asked him with a concerned look in her eyes. "You okay?"

"As okay as I can be." He muttered and then he stopped pacing and looked up with a look of realization on his face. "Look up Dumbledore." He said and walked over to the computer. "Look him up."

"I can't believe we didn't think of this sooner." Hermione said as she typed his name into the search engine, of course not his full name because she had no idea how to spell all of it.

But the hope that was in all their eyes was extinguished when the first link that came up to them was a date. But not an ordinary date, it was date of death. Hermione hesitantly clicked on it and what came up was what looked like a memorial to him, it showed his date of birth and date of death along with a detail description of his life and how he died.

"He's dead?" Ron asked in disbelief. "He died in a battle… well that seems fitting for how he would want to die." He muttered to himself.

"They don't know who killed him." Hermione said reading further in. "All they know it was in a battle with some big bad wizard or witch they think."

"What can we do?" Harry asked more to himself then to his two friends. "We have nowhere to go. No one on our side anymore."

"Well we do sort of have one person." Hermione mumbled and they looked down at her.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Heather."

"She's scum!" Ron yelled his voice echoing in the vacant library.

"Now Ronald, just because she took your watch does not mean she's scum." Hermione reasoned. "Besides we also have Remus, he may have threatened to kill us but all around I think he may help."

"Believe what you will." Ron said rolling his eyes.

"Come on." Harry said as he began to walk out of the library.

"Where are you going?" Hermione called after him.

"To the pub, I need a word with Heather." He responded.

AN: Such a delayed update and I am sorry I am trying I really am. I promise I will try and update sooner next time. And this story will start getting somewhere I swear it! Within two chapter I promise something will happen! Now being my lazy self I do not want to check for who reviewed but you know who you are who did review and I am thankful and to all the other people who reads and puts me on alert and whatnot. That was a bit of a run-on sentence but anyway thanks to all of you!