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Ok this chap will be one of the few to have point of view sort of thing.

Ot mind sound shappy and awful at the beginning but I have a good reason.

"bridal bed awaits us both
After the landscape of death I have crossed.

Before my sorrows I must die,

...

The voice of nightly winds has awakened me,
Amidst all the grief they embrace me with relief."

(Nightwish-Nightwish / demo of 1997)

There was a very faint chill. The well-known smell of pine combined with that of running water. The wind blew his furious gusts in every way possible. The hair on his arms had begun to stand on the end as a particularly ferocious burst of wind passed him by. But he didn't care. The sky was now almost black and the moon cast its shimmer on the young man sitting on a rock by the little spring that ran its way from the mountains to the other side of the pine forest.

It all reminded him of that night. The night several years ago when the ties between his fate and the heavens seemed to become nonexistent. His gaze was locked to the stars above. Oblivious to the world around him for several minutes, and lost in his own thoughts, he did not hear the soft rustling of leaves or the light footsteps that were approaching.

"Want to talk about it, mate?" A deep yet boyish voice asked from behind him, taking him by surprise. His gaze darted back to the ground, before rising up to meet the eyes of the man behind him.

"I was thinking about Athelia .You know, the night she was taken from me..." His voice broke off as his mind drifted back to a distant memory.

The man took a few small steps and claimed a place by the side of his best mate.

"Pads, if you can't talk about it, then won't .I understand..." he said as he ran a hand through his messy black hair.

"It was so much like tonight, Prongs."

There was silence for a few moments, and then the man called Padfoot gave a huge sigh and went on.

"It was '67. I was seven years old. Regulus was nine and Athelia was about to turn to five. A day before my birthday, two months before Athelia's, my mother said we were to go to our summer house by the Cheviot Hills near Charlisle. It seemed weird to me. In all my seven years I had been only once up there, and only for three hours." He paused. As he now was aware of the surroundings, he felt sure that he detected the faint smell of chocolate.

"May I join you?" Someone giggled at Padfoot's reaction to the scent.

The one called Prongs threw a questionable glance at Padfoot.

"Moony, come here, mate," the latter said before continuing his story."We were talking...actually I talked and James here listened...about Athelia." He took a deep breath as Moony sat himself to the ground.

"When we reached the summer house, my dear old mother was behaving curiously. She had me and Regulus pack for a week's stay, but she had packed only two days' worth of clothing for Athelia. Before leaving Grimmauld, I remember her taking one of the heirloom rings with her--the one that was later discovered around Athelia's neck, hung by the silver chain I had gotten her a year before. The first night was uneventful. On the second night, while I was in my bed, I heard a sound coming from the stairway." He watched those around him, trying his hardest to brace himself for what he had to say next.

"Before I reached my door, it slammed shut. I remember running to the window .There, under the moon by the pine forest, hooded figures had made a circle around a young, golden haired girl. When she lifted her head, even in the pale light of the moon, I saw my little Athelia, wide eyed (I imagine), staring at the only unmasked person. My mother..."

His voice broke once again. His arms came up and were placed firmly on top of his knees. His friends placed their hands on his back.

They had never listened to the full story. They only knew that Sirius had once had a little sister by the name of Athelia, and that she had died young.

They also knew that after Athelia's death, even at such young age Sirius had begun to sever the ties with his family, only to fully break them at the age of twelve.

But they had never asked. They knew it hurt him still. Both men had heard his pleading in the night, had listened to his screams as a nightmare wouldn't leave him be.

James had once caught him speaking to the picture of the girl that always remained on the inside of his robes. He had walked away and never told Sirius about the incident, waiting patiently until the time came for their friend to entrust them with his burden by his own free will.

Only then they could help.

Sirius stiffened. His eyes shot open and a mixture of pain and anger that had been concealed for far too long brewed deep within them.

"She was so young...She had her whole life ahead of her. She had to go to Hogwarts, make friends, find a boyfriend that I would threaten to kill every single day…She had to be the one to get the fleas out of me by the fire in the Common Room, and I had to help her become a prankster and an animagus. She should have learned to make great things happen and get regards for them…she had to have a chance to sin and to learn to regret...But they took her away, because their foolish Lord needed a young maiden's pure blood. That bitch of mother did it...I remember opening the window to scream at them to stop, when Regulus, who had heard them as well, sealed my mouth with his hand. I still recall his words in my ear. 'Shhhh, Siri. If they find out we saw it, we'll be next. There's no helping our sweet little Athelia.'"

A lone tear slid down from Mooney's eye, but went unnoticed by the speaking man.

"We saw it happening...The morning that followed mother told us Athelia had run out of the house at night and was attacked by werewolves. She even had to force couple of tears down her cheek, but that was it. Days later, back at Grimmauld's, I was plagued by nightmares. I walked to Regulus' room. The door was still half opened. He was spread on his bed with her photo on his lap.

'God, Merlin, or whoever is up there...Let her soul rest in peace...She died before she even sinned...' he had said. It was the first time I ever saw Regulus break down..." The man finished his tale and his gaze drifted up to the black sky above him once again.

He caught sight of a shooting star in the corner of his eye, though its light was blurred by the tears clouding his vision.

"You know, Siri...Old witches of the North say that when someone who lost a loved one sees a shooting star fall, fate will bring him another to love one day and to lessen the pain of the loss," James said as he replaced his black glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The three men stilled their eyes on the sky. No one needed to speak. The silence spoke for them. They were brothers in happiness and now they had finally came to be brothers in silent pain.

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Sorry for the little chap.

Next will be up soon.

I wanted to give a valid reason of why Sirius hated his mother so much,why Regulus turns against Voldemord (in the end at least),and use some of the things that will help the plot...

Please Review...It takes a moment only and makes the author so happy or (if flame or suggestion) just makes him think over the wicknesses and correcting them to the future.

Thanks for taking time to read it.

xxx

avissos

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