HEY GUYS! I posted a bunch of chapters because I knew I would be gone for a few. My parents are divorced and I've got the computer at my dad's house; BUT for the next two weeks I am here so, expect much more chapters. Please comment!

Three Months Later…

Sirius paced through Grimlaud Place, up the creaky stairs and floor, around couches, and finally into his room, storing Buckbeak the hippogriff. He had brought some comfort. The creature remembered the older Sirius, but he knew, he sensed the connection and established the same relationship. Obviously, Sirius didn't want to melt down in front of the others, who would try to console him.

Buckbeak just watched carefully, curled up on the floor as Sirius sobbed, curled up himself, or just silently cried as he tried to sleep. Or when he locked the door, putting a quick Silencing charm on it, and shouted and yelled, throwing anything that could break, anything that made a satisfying crack, blaming himself for what happened.

And when the dust settled, Buckbeak would get up and brush his feathery head on Sirius' arm, as if telling him to finally calm down. Then it would bow and lie down again, closing his eyes to sleep.

It somehow did comfort Sirius, that someone was there, but not stopping him from doing it. And he knew what had happened to the other Sirius, oh he knew. But he also knew what had happened to you.

This went on for the next three months, Sirius locked in his room, only coming out to eat. Almost all the members of the Order tried to coax him out of his stupor, Mrs. Weasley ranting about how lovely the days were outside, both Remus's trying to explain to him that they were looking for her, James making jokes that he smelled worse than a Dungbomb, even the Twins, Ron, and Harry banged at his door to play Quidditch matches (obviously forced my Mrs. Weasley because Harry was too depressed to do otherwise). Lily, Hermione, and Ginny finally told everybody to back off after the second month. To add on for reasons of him not leaving, he looked different than his older self, but not by much, and he was dead.

The only person (rarely) he let in once was Harry, because he himself was also heartbroken. Harry quietly explained everything that the Sirius he had known had said before he died, how they would be a proper family afterwards. Now he had his parents, but he still wanted Sirius, who was like a father, to be back. Sirius stared at this guy, the same age as him, talking about that and said, "Maybe. In some mad way, we can all be a family."

Harry had smiled and stepped out, calling to Ron.

And Sirius went back to his major sulking.

Until Kingsley Shacklebolt blew into the kitchen at dinner one day. He had come in with a quick urgency, but still carrying himself regally. His deep voice projected through the small room, "We've found some of the captured." A chair slammed on the ground, just as Sirius stood up out of it. "Was-" Kingsley cut him off, "Y/N was found among them, yes."

Sirius sprinted up the stairs and came down with his wand(and slightly less rumpled), almost out the door. Lily was already there leaning against the frame. Remus at the door, knob in his hand. "Is everybody faster than me somehow?" Remus smirked a bit, "Of course we are, you wasted point five seconds getting primped up."

Sirius scowled at his friend and impatiently started with the door. Lily shoved past him and Apparated instantly, where he didn't know. "Remus did Kingsley say-" "Mungo's." And left. Sirius followed in suit, seeing everybody else getting up to do the same as the world swirled away.

The witch behind the counter directed them without looking up, to the seventh floor, reserved for prisoners. They all went up, nervously huddled together, James catching up. The room was filled with sleeping or weak people, eyes open against the harsh lights of the hospital.

Remus saw you first, but Lily shrieked first, James reacted first, and Sirius strided over first. You were both a punch in the stomach and a twist to the heart. Your cheeks were sunken in like your eyes, almost black with bags. Even more grey streaks adorned your hair, which was tangled. A scar traced your cheek. The thick blanket showed your thinness, arms layed over your stomach.

But your eyes were open, staring off in the opposite direction forlornly.

"Y/N?" Lily whispered happily. You whipped around, wincing a bit, but beamed, "You came!" Your voice was clear but raspy, from, it seems, screaming.

James laughed, "No shit we came!" Remus smiled and said, "Well, we came, but this one," he motioned to Sirius, "practically crashed in here. I mean he was a total-" Sirius punched his arm and Remus laughed. Lily had gone to work on your hair, combing it out with her fingers. And Sirius, after flushing just stared, as if you were the only thing worth looking at. Lily finished and saw that, his leveled gaze and held back a grin. "Remus, James, let's give these two some privacy," she shooed them away and closed the thick aqua curtains, winking.

Sirius immediately kneeled next to the bed and shook, sobbing. "I-I'm so sorry. It was all my fault, Y/N, all-" You ran you fingers through his hair, loving the feeling again, taking his face in your hands so that his tear stained eyes looked into yours. "Sirius Black, this was not your fault. None of this your fault, okay? Please stop. I have something to tell you." The last thing you said was hushed. He stopped as he started, still shaking, but holding on to one hand clutching his cheek.

He stared at you, and it melted into a loving lust, his voice was serious, "What is it?" You smile wearily, tears shining your eyes over. You were still moved in such a way that he couldn't see anything beneath the blanket. So, slowly, you turned on your back, closing your eyes and wincing.

"Are you-" "I'm fine," you even slower pull away the blanket. It's noticible. If your weren't so gaunt, it almost wouldn't have been there. But it's there. And he sees to, gasping a bit. "Is it… is it…" You keep your eyes closed and nod, "If you don't want to… you don't have to… I'll be okay."

But Sirius is laughing slightly, kissing the back of your hand, "Y/N, I will not abandon you. Not after three months without you. I love you." Everything was hushed and a tear slipped out of your right eye, trailing down your nose. His hand slipped over the bump on your stomach, your child. Because you were pregnant.

YAY BABIES! But don't get to attached... oops =D.