Prologue

Sirius was staring at the veil when he suddenly heard laughter and someone calling his name. Someone who's voice he had not heard in a long time.

It was in the Gryffindor Common Room, he wasn't sure what year but he could tell they were older, he guessed it was their fifth year. There they all sat: James, Remus, the rat and himself, all seated around the fire, laughing. "Oh Moony," he thought as he watched, "you've had it the toughest, you're the only one truly left: I am not here nor there and Peter, Peter is dead to me,"

The portrait opened and two familiar girls, the same age as the boys stepped in, giggling. James focused on the shorter one, with fiery red hair. Lily.

"Sirius!" the girl with medium length dark brown wavy hair, who was standing next to Lily said. Lily tried to lead her across the room to some seats, away from the ever-watchful James, but she choose to approach Sirius. "Here's the picture you wanted. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to get," she said, handing a piece of paper over. "You owe me,"

Sirius looked at it and smiled. "Freedom men!" he said to his fellows. "On this paper you will find freedom!"

"What is it?" James asked.

"Freedom!" Sirius repeated.

"Also known as the perfect blackmail opportunity," the girl elaborated.

"Which leads to freedom!" Sirius insisted.

"But what is it?" James asked.

"Nothing much really," the girl said. "Just a photograph a Bellatrix snogging her sisters fiancé,"

"Lucius?" James asked. The girl nodded. "Gold!"

"I don't get it," Peter said, and they all sighed.

The girl began to walk over to where Lily sat, but Sirius got up and stopped her. "Thanks," he whispered, and kissed her kindly on her forehead, still managing to tower over her, even with her being taller then Lily.

"What was that?" James asked when he returned.

"Nothing guys, it's just Deirdre,"

"There is no such thing as just Deirdre," James said. "She's gorgeous and actually likes you. And there's only a slight chance you're related,"

"Everyone's related to me," Sirius whined.

"Most of them are distant enough to allow snogging. Though, as your parents were cousins, I think your family doesn't worry about those sought of things,"

Sirius found himself staring at Deirdre as the memory continued on. He had not thought of her for such a long time; it had taken him so long to forget her, he had not wanted to think about her again. Her voice came back to him. She was laughing happily, a memory from school he realised, he smiled at the tune. Then it changed. She was no longer happy. She was screaming. This one was not a memory. Nevertheless, it was true enough.