Omake, because I couldn't get this out of my head:

There, in the entrance, stood a boy who looked a lot like James. Well, he was much younger then James last Sirius had seen him, and he didn't have James' eyes. No, he had Lily's eyes. And they filled with hate the moment they met gazes. But still. He looked almost exactly like Sirius' best friend.

"Harry..."

"Constant vigilance!" Harry loudly proclaimed, before slamming the door to the entrance behind him and beginning to hobble towards Sirius, one emerald green eye rolling in the opposite direction of the other, which was still firmly focused on Sirius.

"M-Moody?!" Sirius screeched. "What are you doing in Harry's body?!"

"Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas!" Came the proud reply.

"That makes no sense!"

Harry stared at the man before him, heart stuttering in his chest and mind practically screaming at him to run. He recognized him, of course. From all the wanted posters he'd seen when he, Ron and Hermione had sneaked out on a Hogsmeade weekend, hiding under the invisibility cloak, to eager to see the little village then wait another year. The tangled black hair, the sloppily trimmed beard, the insane glimmer in his eyes that almost matched the little Slytherin girl, Elizabetha's.

This was Sirius Black.

The man who betrayed his parents.

The man who he'd vowed to kill.

So logically, he started casting spells.

Elizabetha was so happy today. So very, very happy. She was going home, to Azkaban, today! It was in every way a happy day! And wasn't that just strange? Since when was Elizabetha ever really happy? Or was she always happy, and she just hadn't noticed it yet? Either way, her insides were bouncing just as much as he outsides as she hopped up stairs two at a time on her way to bathroom that housed the entrance to the chamber of secrets, on her way to go spend some time with Sirius and the others before they would be sneaking out of the school that night to go find somewhere more appropriate to hide as they plotted against the ministry. She had no clue why they had decided to do such a thing in the first place, but Elizabetha was pretty sure that plotting against the ministry must be a good thing, if Sirius was doing it, and only made him promise to ask her for help if he needed it before leaving them to it.

If nothing else, the papers this last month or so had been most amusing as they were splashed with obituaries and dramatic theories about the recent rise in deaths, not to mention all the scandals unearthed. They were such a great read that she's cut out a few of the articles to hand in her rooms at home.

"Oh! Home!" Elizabetha sang aloud, her raspy voice bouncing against the walls of the empty hall and grating the words right back over at her. Elizabetha was all but skipping by the time she skidding to a stop by the bathroom, parading inside with a happy smirk on her small face and echoes all around her.

She'd already packed. All her stuff was sitting on her bed, ready to go. All she had to do was leave.

Until she noticed that the entrance was already open, and she hadn't even said the new password that Tom had given her yet.

Was someone else coming to the chamber today? She wondered as she walked closer. It was a perfectly reasonable solution, only... not many of her friends even knew how to get it. In fact, only one other knew the new password. And Ginny had already left on the first train.

But then she noticed a pile of something silvery laying by the sink, and her stomach sank as she remembered something Sirius had once told her.

About how he and his friends, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin, used to sneak around under James' invisibility cloak, a starred, silvery thing, snooping and causing pranks, like the year they had made Filch think Mr. Norris was swearing at him, when really in was just the four Gryffindors under the cloak.

And more importantly, how the cloak was passed down from father to son.

And sure enough, when she held the thing up, the hand she held it in disappeared.

Harry Potter had found the Chamber of Secrets.

And that included her secret family, too.

Oh dear.

Sirius Black was nothing if not loyal. He'd adored James, and later on, Lily too. The two had all but stolen his heart when they were still children, James pranking and begging the other for a date and Lily endlessly studying and rejecting every single offer James made. They had been such wonderful people, and when they'd finally ended up together, it was... sad. It was like losing something. The bit of their childhood where everything was always the same.

But it had still made him indescribably happy to see them smiling at each other with love in their eyes.

And he was nothing, if not loyal to those smiles.

Which was why he'd gone after Peter. Dirty, traitorous Peter Pettigrew, who sold out Jam and Lils and ruined everything.

He'd wanted to prove his loyalty, even in their death. He'd wanted to avenge them.

See how that had turned out, huh. Sirius often though. It had failed, utterly, totally failed. Backfired spectacularly, backfired like hell. He'd done the exact opposite of proving his loyalty; he'd betrayed it. He'd gotten himself arrested and left nothing of them except for little Harry, who was promptly taken away by Hagrid on Sirius' bike.

And Merlin, was Harry a legacy.

Especially now, when he was attacking Sirius, fire in Lily's eyes and James' hair sticking out like something alive with rage, and Sirius' heart was breaking, breaking, breaking.

Even now, Harry was their legacy.

Elizabetha reached the Chamber just as it happened. Just as Harry screamed an explosion spell with his wand pointed up and rocks showered down from the ceiling, right onto Sirius, crushing him underneath a flurry of dust and stone and drowning out any noises he might have made in a cacophony of crashes before Elizabetha could even properly draw her wand.

And she was too late to stop it.

She wasn't able to even move, let alone start casting spells, as the dust cleared and she could just see a hand poking out from the rock, twisted and broken and ghastly and needy and- and- and reaching towards Harry.

No.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

Oh, please, NO.

And Elizabetha wasn't even sure what was happening, but she was crying.

She didn't even cry.

She was too old to cry.

Yet- this was cry-worthy, she decided, as she stared as the mangled hand that was all that was visible of her Siri, and Harry, who had just noticed her, and was starting towards her with surprise in his eyes, asking her what she was doing there.

And she looked away, looked down, because it was all. So. Wrong. Not how it was supposed to go. She'd been so happy. She was going home. To Azkaban. And Sirius and the others, Nettle, Mika, Jacob and Tom, they were going to be free, and plot against the ministry, and be happy, and she would visit them over break, and they would send her a Christmas present, and it was supposed to be right. Not wrong. Not ever, ever wrong. Especially not this wrong.

Harry had reached her now, and reached out a hand to her shoulder, shaking her a little. "Are you okay, Elizabetha?" He murmured, and no, no, Sirius' murderer didn't get to sound so nice and caring. Not to her.

She honestly couldn't decide why she was so upset. She'd seen people die before. So many people die. It was perfectly normal. But... not her Sirius dying, that wasn't normal at all. He was like a father, a brother, a friend. Mao had been a friend, and Madam Crouch a mother, but Siri was everything. And everything's simply weren't supposed to die. And certainly not when she'd just been so happy.

"I hate you." She gasped, because suddenly, it was so hard to breath, and she could still feel herself crying, and the tears absolutely burned as they ran down from her eyes and over the dark spots and her cheeks. Why hadn't anyone ever mention that crying hurt this much? Or that it was this hard to get air in? Why didn't anyone ever tell her these things? Or had Sirius told her these things? She was pretty sure he had. He could be appealingly emotional at times.

Or at least he could have been.

Harry gasped right back. "What? Why?" He asked, shaking her a bit, and Elizabetah finally managed to make herself look at him and his disgustingly concerned face.

"Get your hands off me." They're the hands that killed Sirius. "And never look at me again. Or I swear to Merlin, I will kill you." And she shoved him away from her, and left. She didn't even look back. She was sure she couldn't bear to.

Harry Potter was definitely not getting a Christmas gift from her this year.

Huh. I've never written character death. It was waaaaay too hard. I'm still not sure about this either, it seems pretty flat, but I wanted to do something with this story. I feel so guilty about not putting anything up recently. So... Siruis' death? You're welcome? I don't think anyone really cares, but nonetheless, Elizabetha does, so I'm justified in giving this a whole chapter. It's when she finally goes off the deep end a bit. That and Luna's, but that's a while from now. At least three chapters. Does she seem at least slightly crazy? I was trying to make it so that her though process was a bit confused, but I think Elizabetha's actually pretty logical, so it's hard. Granted, her logic is twisted at times, but she's not completely random.

Notenoughbookshelves: Oh, I'm always either in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. But I wish I could say Slytherin and Hufflepuff, because Puffs are awesome. I'm pretty sure they're the only half decent people in the series. Like let's face it, in the books almost all Gryffindora are reckless idiots, all Ravenclaws bookworms or Luna, (Who's in a class of her own) and all Slytherins are pretty much jerks.

And don't worry, Ren's in Ravenclaw himself. In fact, only one of my brothers has ever once gotten Gryffindor on a test, and he's usually Slytherin too, so. (How that even happens that he could be both, I do not know.) We're just in general not that brave a family, I guess.

Please review, thanks to you all for reading this terrible chapter, and byeeeee!