STILL DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, STILL SITTING HERE.

Chapter 2

Bonding, Just Not With The Right Person

She tossed and turned in her sleep. Memories of past times hit her over and over again; they hurt like a sword in her throat, pressing harder and harder on her skin. Her mother was there, lying lifeless on her bed, people around her saying there was nothing they could do, her father on the corner of the room, staring into emptiness. She screamed once, twice, thrice, shaking the body, trying to get her to come back, but it was too late, there was no hope for her. And then she was in the floor, her bottom lip bleeding and he was standing in front of her, swearing, cursing at the reason of his misfortune. He picked her up and tossed her against a wall, she fell, leaning against it, but suddenly there was no floor to fall on, she screamed desperately but nobody was there to help her, she was shaking for no apparent reason and then…

"Alana! Alana, honey wake up!" Her eyes opened to the sight of Mrs. Weasley sitting on the side of her bed, hands grabbing a hold of her arms. Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing around her with puzzled looks in their eyes. They were all wearing pajamas, so she had clearly screamed her way into waking everybody up.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley; I didn't mean to wake all of you up"

"Are you OK dear?"

"Yeah! You were screaming bloody murder" Ron commented trying to make sense of where he was, since Harry had dragged him in a rather clumsy manner out of bed and into the room.

"I was dreaming…" Sirius cut her off.

"You had a nightmare, really bad it seems, I'll get you some dreamless sleep potion, I think there's a bottle in my mother's old bathroom"

"You can't give her that!" Hermione yelled at him. "That thing has been there for years, maybe decades!" Harry wondered if potions, like muggle medicine expired after a certain amount of time… though it didn't seem like the appropriate time to ask.

"Well what do we do then?"

"It's ok; I don't think I'll have more nightmares tonight"

"None the less, we should ask Severus to brew some, just in case… it comes in handy" Mrs. Weasley was still holding her, for no reason apparent.

"Yes, now… you kids back to bed" The trio got out of the room quietly and came across Ginny who was standing in the little hallway along with the twins.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Molly, maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it, we should leave her to sleep"

"Alone? But what if she starts having nightmares again? No, I'll stay with her" Arthur attempted to point out that that wasn't such a good idea but Sirius stepped in front of him.

"Nonsense Molly, you need your sleep to take care of us in the morning don't cha?"

"Well… I guess"

"I think Sirius is right dear…"

"I am? Yeah I am! Look, I'll stay with her" Mrs. Weasley didn't look too convinced but she agreed to it anyways. She gave Alana a warm look and went back to bed with her husband.

"Thanks, Sirius, but you don't need to stay, I'll be fine, plus, I'm so consternated from waking everybody up that I probably won't sleep anyway"

"Sounds good to me, I have insomnia you see… from my days in Azkaban so we can talk the night away…"

"Sure, that sounds good, but I've got to go to the bathroom first"

"Ok, I'll just think of some crazy stories from my school days to tell you… that'll doze you off in a split second"

She smiled and walked out quietly, trying not to wake anybody up…again.

Sirius walked around the room, he hadn't been there in ages. The top floor was mainly for family guests back when his mother was alive. That room he remembered was his cousin Narcissa's favorite.

"It matches my hair" he said in a soft mocking voice with a hint of disgust. He got up, to tidy up the bed for Alana, and to his surprise he found a pack of cigarettes and a muggle lighter underneath the pillow.

Alana walked into the room to find Sirius staring at her, with her smokes on his hand.

"Ooohh ouuuhh…"

"What is this?"

"Ummm… candy?"

"If Molly catches you with these she'll make you swallow them, I'm not joking, she did it to Charlie, her oldest son, not a pretty sight"

"I know it's wrong but…"

"But I won't tell... here" He shifted his wand and the door closed, then the window opened. He murmured under his breath.

"There, now they won't smell it"

"You've done this before" She joked at him.

"You bet"

He took one of the cigarettes and lighted it up, then he threw the box and the lighter to Alana who did the same, taking a long breath, feeling relieved to be able to succumb to her need for nicotine.

"So… when did you start smoking?"

"After my mum died…You?"

Sirius took a breath and then said "I was thirteen, trying to find something to annoy my parents"

"Did it work?"

"Not really… after I got into Gryffindor they kinda lost interest in me, they were mean, but didn't really care about what I did"

"Which house were you supposed to get sorted into?"

"Slytherin, that's where all the creeps go to… and my family, is full of those, pureblood status, high noses, big pockets, idiots"

"My father was there... so I guess what you say makes sense" She stared sadly at the wall, reliving her nightmare.

"I knew him, well kind of, but I was good friends with your mother"

"Really?"

"Yeah, we dated for a while, in our fifth year but it didn't work, so we stayed friends, she never mentioned me?"

"She didn't talk about her life at school, or about anything actually, she was so depressed most of the time, probably because of the way my father treated her"

"Was he mean to you too?"

"He was mean with everybody, but yes, he did take me into special consideration, he blamed me for my mother's state, he hated me, and I hated him right back"

"And now?"

"Now I feel disgusted of him, of what he is, of the thing he does, says and thinks, like your family, he cares about blood, money and status, and hates anybody who tells him the opposite, like my mum"

"How did she die? If you want to talk about it"

"There's not much to say" She got up from her seat near the window and got into bed. "He drove her mad, and one day she couldn't take it anymore, so when he left for work she sent me to run some errands and when I came back I found her hanging from the ceiling."

"Briseida…"

"Killed herself yes." She wiped her eyes and Sirius knew it was time to call it a night.

"It's almost dawn, I think you should try to get some sleep, I'll stay to make sure you're ok" She looked at him but was too tired to fight and she fell into a deep sleep.

Here's chapter two. Let me know what you think!