How was everyone's christmas? mines was lovelyyy. :) well, another chapter and please please please reviews it's killing me not knowing what y'all are thinking as you read my story. so review!

also, lemme clear up something before it gets confusing. Toni does NOT like Sirius whatsoever, HOWEVER, there is definitely some sexual chemistry between the two (at least in her mind). And Sirius? well, his feelings will be explained down the road. And Toni finding out about magic, the reason why Sirius told her will also be explained in the next couple of chapters

After the phone call from my sister, I cleared my head from the incident with Sirius. I needed to get down to the truth. So I went to the living room and found Sirius staring at the pictures I had on the mantle.

"Who are they?" He pointed to a black and white wedding photo.

"They're my parents." I said. I sat back on the couch and watched him as he picked up the frame.

"They look very much in love," he remarked. My mother and father had the photo taken while they gazed at each other adoringly.

I agreed. "They loved each other very much."

"Loved?" asked Sirius, noticing my past tense.

"They passed away when I was nine."

"Oh." He put the frame back in its place and joined me on the couch, placing his arm around me. "How did they die?"

"Car crash. A drunk driver hit them when they were coming home from a New Year's party." I told him, looking down and wringing my hands together.

"I'm sorry," Sirius apologized. He took my hands in his and rubbed them.

"It's alright.," I said softly, feeling comforted. I was surprised at myself; I hardly ever talked about the accident. And here I am, telling a stranger my business.

I cleared my throat then asked the question I've been wanting to know.

"Sirius," I started,"wh-what happened last night?"

He took a deep breath and let go of my hands. Sitting up straighter, he looked at me gravely.

"Did you believe in magic?" The question took me back.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked him. I too sat up straighter on the couch, crossing my legs and arms.

Sirius rolled his eye and answered, "Everything."

Shaking my head, I still didn't get it. "You're not being funny."

"I wasn't trying to be."

"Are you trying to say magic exists?" What a preposterous idea.

"Yes."

Though his answer was simple enough, I refused to believe it. "Prove it then."

There was that stupid smirk again. My irritation was creeping up again.

Sirius got up from the couch, standing in the middle of my tiny living room. After clearing his throat, he looked at me importantly, his smile never leaving his face. I just glared and waited for this "magic".

He pulled something from his back pocket...something long, thin. Something those hooded men also had with them last night.

Pointing the thing at the picture frame he picked up earlier, Sirius muttered something that did not sound like English (although I got the word "wing" in it). What I saw made my jaw drop.

It was floating in the air. My parent's wedding photo; in the air; floating. My eyes widened. I got up from the couch and walked tentively over. Swallowing, I took my hand and waved over the frame. Nope...no strings.

I looked at Sirius who got rid of his smile and watched me.

"Do you think you can put it back? I would hate for it to fall," I asked politiely. He obligied, the frame floating (floating!) back to the mantle and placed carefully where it was before.

Sirius tilted his head and looked at me, a worried look on his face. My guess was that he thought I would be scared of this.

I struggled to make sense of this. If magic's real...then what does this mean?

Finally, I gave up with trying to see the logic in this and became immensely curious.

"Could you show me some more?"

After awhile, I pretty much saw it all. I was like a child; enthralled and excitied. Every new piece of magic Sirius should me left my mouth open and my eyes wide.

A million questions ran through my mind.

"So there's a whole community of people like you? People that can do magic?" I asked. Sirius and I were again on my brown couch, me asking questions and him answering them.

"Yup," he answered. He was completely amused by the situation and struggled to not laugh at my questions. I ignored this and kept asking questions. But with each answer came a new round of questions.

"It seems like you miss it," I pointed out. Sirius had just finished telling me about a wonderful place, Hogwarts it was called, a school for children to learn magic and its headmaster, a man named Dumbledore, known as the greatest wizard.

"Huh?" he said distractly. I repeated myself.

"I guess I do. Things were much more easier then," his voice sounding wistful.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," he started off slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Things are much more complicated now."

"Complicated how?" placing emphaszied on the word how.

Sirius looked like he didn't want to tell me. A thought struck me. "Does it have to do with what happened last night?" He nodded.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

The expression he had on his face showed he didn't really want to.

"Pleaseeee?" I pouted. Sighing, the look on Sirius showed I won.

"Okay, but no interruptions. It's a lot." I nodded rapidly and pretended to zip my mouth close.

"My lips are sealed." He laughed, and I smiled. Really, he wasn't that bad of a guy. Maybe something could happen between us…But for now I settled back to hear Sirius.

"The magical community is diverse," started Sirius in a serious tone, no pun intended. "There are people that came from Muggle parents (I remembered that Muggles were people like me, people without magical abilities), called muggleborns. Then there are people that have a Muggle for a parent and a witch or wizard for another. They are called half-bloods. And then you have pureblood, people that have magic on both sides of the family."

"There are some wizard families that pride themselves as purebloods; they can trace magic back generations. Some of those families take it to the extreme; they feel that the wizarding world should be rid of 'tainted blood'; people that are muggleborns or half-bloods."

"There's a wizard, the most evil wizard to ever be born," his voice changing into a hushed tone, "his name, Voldemort." I shuddered at the mention of the name.

"Voldemort's plan is to rid the wizard world of those unworthy, the half-bloods and muggleborns."

"And those men work for him!" Sirius nodded, astounded that I made an instant connection.

"Yes, his followers call themselves Death Eaters. They do most of the work, carrying out his orders and causing chaos. So far, we've lost some good ones."

"Isn't there someone out there trying to stop him?!" I asked angrily. How can people just sit back?

I guess my attitude was amusing to Sirius because he smiled at me. "Wait…you're fighting back, aren't you?"

"There's a group of us," Sirius confirmed. "The Order of Phoenix. We do whatever we can to fight back."

Again, I put things together. "Yesterday, when you said headquarters…the Order of Phoenix's headquarters?"

"Correct."

"So that woman is part of the Order then?"

"Yeah, Dorcas Meadowes. She was on a mission last night that, unfortunately, failed."

"What kind of mission?" My question made Sirius uncomfortable.

"Highly classified."

"You mean you can't tell me?" I asked annoyed.

"Meaning people outside the Order have no business knowing." Rudeness.

"Whatever," I sulked, crossing my arms.

Sirius sighed, running his hand through his hair. He looked at his watch and let out a low whistle. "I better get going."

My eyebrows furrowed. "You're leaving?"

"Yup. Need to go check on some things then off too bed." I glanced at my clock, 10:00. Time sure goes by fast.

I followed him to the door, a feeling of anxious going over me. With this new information about this guy-Voldemort-I became worry over his safety.

Nonchalant, I asked him if he was going to be alright leaving this late.

"Why do you care?" he inquired, his head doing that cute little tilt thing he does. Cute? Shitttt, I need to stop now.

I shrugged, "Just wondering." By now, the door was opened and Sirius was out in the hallway. He turned around and stared down at me (didn't I mention he's more then a head taller then me?). I thought he was going to say goodbye, but instead he cupped my chin in his hand, raising my face toward him.

Damn, there goes that amazing chemistry between us. I leaned towards him, my eyes closed and waited for him to kiss me.

POP!

And I felt his hand gone. Opening my eyes, I saw that Sirius was gone. I crossed my arms and muttered angrily to my self.

"Bloody git."