A/N: So, hey all. Gimped author here, in the form of an 'extremely bruised wrist' that the nurses apparently say I have. Personally, from my own experience last month, when I fractured my right radius, there was some pain, but since I have a high pain tolerance, I didn't really notice. This time though..I can barely move it without feeling like I'm being hammered with nails. So I think the nurses screwed up or something.

Anyway, I'm fighting through the pain to update this fanfic for all my reviewers, who aren't all that pleased with what I've revealed about the fate of Sirius. And also, who's caught the hints I've dropped about Tara's animagus form? Please make guesses, I want to hear what animal you think suits her! (If you don't understand, an animagus form is an animal form that represents the personality of the person it belongs to. For example, Professor McGonagall's animagus form is a tabby cat with eyeglass markings on her face.)

So, to reply to you since I have nothing better to do..

lonewolf: Hey there! Please don't get mad at me for not updating! I'm doing it now! Tara's full name? Tara Amelia Penelope Ashe Black. Ashe is her mothers maiden name, and we'll learn more about her later! And Peeves gives everyone nicknames.

siruus-ly pretty girly: Thank you, I hope to pursue writing in the future.

little miss madammiselle: Thank you for the wonderful compliment, and in french too!

SingiN ManiaC AlerT: I WilL UpdatE SooN. :)

i hate moldyshortswarts: Unfortunately yes, Sirius will die. Sorry, the plot won't change. However, you will see him again later on in the story, I promise. And please don't do anything illegal, it completely ruins your record and you probably won't be able to get a job that easily. And also, please don't cry. It ruins my mood to write when I get reviews like that. -_-

lonewolf: Again? Well, I know it's been a while, but I have been busy with school and life and another injured wrist that I have to be careful of.

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My body felt light as I ran, my hair flowing freely behind me.

While I had been a younger girl, I'd been placed in a Muggle elementary school for the first couple of years of my young life. During that time, I had found an affinity with running and the freedom that came with it.

So now I ran, my long hair wildly flaring out behind me like wings, my eyes half lidded as I soared over the underbrush of the forest.

Being on the run wasn't actually so bad right now, I had to admit. I could find shelter, eat relatively healthy food when I let Trix loose, and enjoy myself while I could.

The lack of magic and family where what was getting to me though. I realized how much that all the people I knew meant to me when I was a couple of days into this wilderness. A deep longing for them took a hold of me, and I almost went back before I realized that it would only put the ones I love in harms way.

I have not recieved any letters from the Twins since the last time I sent one to them a few weeks ago, nor have I recieved one from Lupin. Father I have not had any contact with since I left, though it is beneficial to the both of us since the Ministry could easily find us if Penelope was caught.

Note I said if.

She has a concealing spell that I personally placed on her that only allows the people I am sending the letter to see her. Convenient, yes.

So I can easily enchant her to be unable to be seen. Heard? Not so much.

Slowing down, I begin taking deeper breaths, allowing myself to take in my surroundings more so than I have usually. I stay in a twelve mile radius of my camp of sorts, having put up barriers and various spells to keep unwanted visitors out. Unless I invite someone in, or they somehow break my barriers, I am alone.

The forest is silent, sensing a predator and wisely staying quiet lest it decide to go hunting. I smell the air, tasting the rain that began falling only a minute ago. My hair begins to grow damp with the moisture aside from the sweat, and I knew it would curl later on when I curled beneath the large willow tree I called home for now.

Sighing, my bare feet caressing the ground, I dig the nails into the dirt regardless of what thorny plants may await. It's amazing, what kind of wild life I live now. No longer am I a student of Hogwarts, but a faerie, some kind of savage, mythical being that flies through the forest on silent feet and gazes into the hearts of all creatures to see their desires.

My wand I keep tucked in my hand made holder around my leg, held in place by a couple of long pieces of my hair band.

I knew I had to get back to the willow soon, before the heavy rain came. Otherwise, I would have to take refuge beneath one of the smaller, less lush trees that would do nothing to cover me from getting soaked.

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Sirius stared out into the foggy gray mists that gathered outside of his prison like home longingly, sensing his daughter and his only kin nearby.

Remus didn't understand that Tara meant everything to him, instead confronting him about visiting Harry so much. He had to admit that he had neglected his daughter in the year that he had been free of Azkaban, when she had known him for longer than his godson ever had. She'd been devastated when she'd seen the Ministry men come into their home and snatch him away, seeing tears in her beautiful eyes, knowing that he may never see them again. And as soon as he got out of that hell hole, he'd run to James' son instead of the only living person who must have been so affected by the disappearance of her father, but had no explanation for the other kids in her Muggle home.

Guilt welled up inside of him.

The last time he'd seen her was weeks ago, when she had stood in front of him in anger, pity, and then love. He could only assume that she still loved him, regardless of what he had done to warrant all the pent of emotion inside of her.

Remus had opened his eyes to the world that Tara saw every single day while she was in the muggle world. How the other kids all had dads, and when they asked her if she had one, she'd replied no, she didn't. It caused so much trouble that Tara was taken out of the Muggle home she'd been living in and had been taken to Lupin's.

Since then, not much had been learned about the young woman he was related to..

Sighing again, he turned to look at Buckbeak, the giant Hippogriff that had saved him from the Dementors.

"What will I do, Buckbeak?"

What can I do to protect my daughter if I cannot even look her in the eye and tell her how sorry I am for abandoning her?

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A/N: Sorry it's short.