Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. This story is just my pathetic attempt at bringing Sirius back because believe me, if I owned Harry Potter, Sirius would be alive.

Chapter 1: Prologue

She woke up in a cold sweat. She had the dream again. The dream that took her to another time when she was no longer the book warm girl that her friend knew.

Looking over at the clock, she noticed it was 1:15 a.m.. She knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Getting up and pulling on her white robe, she made her way to the kitchen in her small London flat.

With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, she stepped out onto the balcony. She mostly preferred the country air to the London air, but on nights that she had the dream, she couldn't tell the difference.

She looked out onto the town that she moved to after graduation. She knew it was an escape. Here she could disappear among the meaningless faces. Here she didn't have to face the pity in the eyes of the people that knew. Here she could sometimes forget.

But then there was a night like tonight when the dream would haunt her again. Calling her back to a time when she found everything she ever needed. Back to a time where she never belonged and couldn't remain.

Yes, it was nights like this one that she could remember. It was almost like it was yesterday when an accident happened that changed her life. Sitting down on a folding chair, she recalled her story.

A/N- yes I know, short. But this is just the prologue. This story is going to be Sirius and Hermione. This is my second story and I hope you guys like it. Please review! Thanks