In front of the Prescott family household boxes lay stacked into five separate piles. A young woman exited the home, clutching a box, and apparently straining to hold it.

"What the hell did they put in here? Bricks?" Moria muttered under breath and she exhaled sharply.

"What was that?" A voice called out. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mitchell Prescott walking out of the home.

"Nothing." She responded quickly. "So this goes with you?"

"Yeah." Martin was the one who responded for his younger brother. "And those boxes go with us." Martin replied as Moria stacked another box. Moria groaned, cracking her lower back trying to relieve the stiffness.

"You know don't you think it would have been easier if you guys had, I don't know, separated this stuff out BEFORE you packed it all away?" Moria asked glaring at her uncles.

"And what would you do all summer? Relax?" Martin asked grinning. She grumbled under her breath, flipping her braid behind her back as she hoisted ANOTHER box into Monroe's stack.

"We have too much shit." She complained, exhaling a puff of breath to force a strand of hair out of her face.

"I wonder why you didn't cut your hair right off the bat when you got to school." Martin stated as he exited the house with another box, apparently ignoring Moria's complaints.

"The people voted. I lost by a majority." She replied easily then looked up as an owl hooted. A large gray owl swooped down landing on a low branch. In his beak held a newspaper. Moria went over to it, placing some galleons in the small box, and giving the owl a small treat as a tip for him. The avian hooted in appreciation before handing her the newspaper and taking off into the sky. Moria glanced at it before stuffing it into her pocket.

"Aren't you going to read that?"

"Probably later." She stated yawning and looked as it was now turning to dusk.

"Well we might as well put the boxes down and head back inside. Madge cooked some food today." Mitchell said smiled. After the trio entered the house, she returned to her room and placed the newspaper down on her desk and sighed. She would either read it tonight or in the morning. She yawned. Probably in the morning…yup…most likely in the morning.

Night had finally crawled across the sky, blanketing the occupants into darkness. Under normal circumstances, Moria would have been up late, either reading or looking at the stars that patterned the sky above her. Tonight however, she was nearly asleep curled up in her bed, and almost achieving REM sleep when she began to hear a distant roar, steadily growing louder. She scrunched her eyes closed, pressing her face into her pillow to try and muffle the noise. However the roar grew unbearable and she sat up, both startled and annoyed, looking over to the windows that were splayed across one of her walls…well actually all of her walls. The disadvantage of living in an old greenhouse part of the home, she mused dryly. She closed her eyes quickly, blinded by a bright light that was glaring directly at her. She quickly drew out her wand. Sure she couldn't use it at the moment due to the underage magic law but she could at least-!

"Bloody hell, don't hex me Mori!" a voice yelled out and she stopped in confusion. She was hearing Sirius's voice coming from the light. Slowly she stood up, her stance unsure as the roar of a motor, she realized, died out. The moment the roar of the motor died out, the light followed suit. She opened her window soon after coming face to face with a pair of amused gray eyes.

"Sirius?" she asked and he grinned.

"Hello hon." He replied. She looked down and saw that he was sitting on a motorcycle.

"Where the hell did you get that?" she hissed out glancing back inside to see if her family had woken up.

"Don't worry about your family. Muggles can't hear it." He stated, avoiding the question.

"Sirius where did you get that?" She repeated.

"James' parents bought it for me." He finally replied, earning a raised eyebrow. "Well technically I had been saving up for one, but an of age witch or wizard needed to purchase it for a minor." He explained. She stared at it then at him. He grinned leaning in towards her face. "Surprise?" he said. She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek.

"I'll be out in a second. Just…don't go anywhere." She whispered out and he grinned. With that she disappeared back into her room. About a minute later she came out, wearing a pair of jeans and a jacket over her t-shirt. Her hair was messed up from her trying to sleep, and she looked exhausted, but she was still insanely beautiful. She looked at him and smiled softly.

"Well…and here I thought I was going to be seeing you when we got back to school." She remarked as he got off of the motorcycle and pulled her to him, kissing her. She smiled softly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"So…want to go for a ride?" he asked and saw panic for a split second. "…nothing will happen. I promise." He said softly, holding his hand out. She looked at the bike hesitantly then back at Sirius. Finally she nodded, the look of panic still there, slowly gripping his hand with hers. He helped her on, glancing over his shoulder to glance at her.

"Wrap your arms around my waist." He ordered and she agreed pressing her face into his back. He revved the engine back to life and took off. Startled, she lurched backwards for a second causing her to grip him tighter, shutting her eyes tightly, pressing herself to him tighter. She heard him laugh but was too busy trying not to scream to retort anything. After several minutes the roar grew quieter.

"You can release your death grip on me Moria." He stated and she moved her head from his back looking at him then glancing down. She saw that they were now high in the air. Her grip which had relaxed for a second tightened again. An airplane passed under them.

"Bloody hell Sirius!" she hissed out and he barked a laugh.

"Having fun?" he asked jokingly, grinning like a wild man and she glared at him before looking down again. She blinked her eyes widening in amazement as she stared at the lights of the towns in Scotland below her glowed into the clouds like small orbs.

"Wow…." She finally murmured amazed and she smiled gently. He glanced back and smiled as well. Her face was so angelic and relaxed, almost childlike. There were few and far between times that he had seen that look, most of the times when she was flying on a broom in Quidditch. After a little bit he angled the motorcycle down landing in an empty field, grinning as she laughed.

"See it wasn't that bad." He stated after he parked, turning around to look at Moria who was currently redoing her ponytail. She smiled at him.

"No it wasn't so bad for my first ride on a motorcycle. Or anything that has wheels in a long time." She retorted sticking her tongue out. "I still can't believe that you bought a motorcycle though." He smirked at the comment and helped her off of the bike. Before she could start walking away, he brought her close to him, looping his hands around her waist.

"Missed you." He stated and before she could answer him, voice her agreement, kissed her, holding her close. She responded to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. He grunted slightly, lifting her to where she was just barely touching the ground. Slowly they parted and she was silent for several seconds.

"Alright…that…was bloody awesome." She finally managed to say, her face a bright red. He grinned, kissing her cheek.

"Well I am bloody awesome."

"Boy, aren't you modest?" she retorted, but smiled nonetheless. He grinned and kissed her again, hearing her sigh softly as his mouth claimed hers. He could only think of one thing as she ran her fingers through his hair, knitting them.

How bloody lucky he was.

It was early in the morning by the time Sirius had returned. Unfortunately they had gone through a lovely summer storm and were now thoroughly soaked. Moria slid off the back pushing back her wet hair a grin still on her face. She began to take off Sirius's jacket which he had handed her as they had departed.

"You're probably going to need this again." She stated. He lifted his goggles from his face pushing back his hair which had slicked over his forehead. He grinned and grabbed the jacket, pulling her by her arm to him and kissed her again. She smiled into the kiss.

"See you when school starts again." He murmured, his breath warming her mouth slightly. She chuckled. That was a total lie, and even she knew it.

"Or earlier." She replied and felt him smile against her lips. He kissed her again and then pulling on his jacket, revved his engine. Within seconds he was gone. She stared at the sky and smiled touching her lips before returning to her room. She crawled back into bed, exhausted but completely happy, curling up in her bed, before falling into a deep sleep. It was nearly twelve in the afternoon before she finally awoke. She stretched slightly and shook her head. Boy was she going to be hearing this for weeks. Though it was strange, she mused. Normally if she had been sleeping this long her uncles would have poured cold water on her head to wake her up. Why…

Her thoughts died down as she walked into the kitchen and noticed two things. One, the majority of her family was sitting in the kitchen. Two, another woman, one she didn't recognize, sat in the middle of the group. She was an older woman with black hair tied in a loose bun; dark blue eyes stared tiredly at the coffee that one of her uncles had probably given to her. The moment she entered the room however, the woman shot out of her seat and went to her, her eyes changing drastically in life.

"Oh thank goodness you're alright." She said earnestly. Moria glanced at her, then at her family in complete confusion.

"Uh…yes…I'm fine?" she asked. The woman nodded.

"I'm Sylvia Cadendish. You were friends with my daughter." She sobbed out and Moria looked at her.

"I wouldn't really call her and me friends…" she thought but nodded nonetheless. "She's more friends with Bryn though…"she began and stopped when Sylvia sobbed loudly. "What?"

"You…you didn't hear?"

"Uh…" she replied, trailing off. Then she held her hand up a second before quickly returning to her room and grabbing the newspaper that she had deposited onto the desk. She flipped the paper open, revealing the front, and froze at the headline. The moment she saw the picture her heart plummeted and she felt hot tears swarm her eyes but she pushed them back.

"Chelsea won't stop crying. She's stopped eating…" she heard a hoarse voice say behind her and saw Sylvia. "It's only been a day…but…I don't know who to go to…and she'd talked about you…please." She whispered out and Moria nodded.

"Give me a minute. I'll be right out." She stated and then closed her door getting dressed. She of all people could understand what Chelsea was going through. And Merlin be damned if she was going to let her suffer like she had.

"So where were you last night Padfoot?"

"I was trying out the motorcycle. What of it?" Sirius asked hearing Remus snort in amusement. He glanced at his friend with a confused look on his face, but other than that didn't say anything else. He glanced back at James.

"So I heard the rumor that you were in the pickings of being Head Boy, Prongs. When the bloody hell did that happen?" Sirius asked and James blushed slightly.

"Oh sod off." James grumbled. "I haven't the foggiest idea why Dumbledore put me in the running…It'll still probably be Remus who becomes Head Boy." He said then looked up as they heard the door to the house open and then close. James looked confused. Sirius did as well. He could have sworn his parents told him they would be back by the end of this week.

"James? Sirius? You here?" they heard James's mother, Euphemia call out.

"We're in my room, Mum. Remus too." James called out, getting up and excusing himself, left the room. Sirius looked at Remus in confusion and got up as well, going to the staircase. Remus followed suit and the pair began to listen in onto the conversation that James and his parents were having.

"What are you two doing back so early? I thought you said you would be gone till Saturday."

"We asked if we could come back early. Especially after what happened."

"Uh…Mum. Dad. Sirius and I haven't done anything…yet anyways." James joked with a chuckle that wasn't followed by his parents.

"…you haven't read the Daily Prophet yet?"

"Not lately. Why? Did something happ-"

James stopped talking and Sirius and Remus looked at each other before getting up and going down to the living room. James was staring at a newspaper, shock registered on his face.

"What?" Sirius asked. "What is it?" The newspaper lately had been giving reports of deaths in muggle towns. Fear and worry began to set in. He knew it couldn't have been Moria…he had left her early in the morning…too early for someone to attack her and for the newspaper to report her death. His next thought that it was about Lily. But James would have been more distraught if she had died…unless he was in shock. "James, what is it? What's wrong?" he asked. James was silent, but handed the newspaper to Sirius. He and Remus looked at James in question before glancing at the headlines of yesterday's paper. In his peripherals, Sirius saw Remus stiffen as his own eyes widened at the headline.

Muggle-born Witch and Family Killed by "DeathEaters"

It was awful enough to know that a death of a witch had occurred…but it was who had been killed that chilled all three of them to the core.

A blonde haired girl smiled at them, her blue eyes twinkling even though it was paper, her hand outstretched as though she was waving.

Bryn.