AN: I own a laptop, an iPod, and the plot, other than that…well let's just say…aww hell I own nothing…are you happy now?

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Revised: July 26, 2006.


Chapter 1--Dreams

Sirius stood breathless at the altaras his bride walked down the aisle slowly. He watched every movement she made, and felt his heart swell larger with each step she took towards him.

Her face was slightly hidden behind the veil, but he knew that she was exquisite.

He pried her hand from her father's, who gave Sirius a murderous look, before reluctantly handing her over.

Sirius held her hand tightly. He wanted to make sure no one, namely her mother and father who were wearing sour expressions, tried to steal her away from him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Dumbledore began, "We are gathered here today to witness the holy matrimony between Jessica Hutchenson and Sirius Black."

Sirius slowly began to tune him out as he silently made out the deep brown eyes of Jessica through the white diamond studded lace.

He vaguely remembered reciting the vows, placing white-gold diamond ring on her finger, and receiving his own beautifully crafted ring.

But what he did remember were her gorgeous eyes, filled with love for him. He remembered lifting the veil from her exquisite face, which once again, stole his breath. And he did remember lowering his lips onto hers for their first kiss as man and wife.

Sirius was wrenched crudely from the memory by a blast of ice cold water. His eyes flew open as he took in the familiar surroundings.

Sirius watched the masked men through suspicious eyes. Why they wore the masks was a mystery to him because he recognized each one of their voices.

The masked men that surrounded Sirius began walking around him slowly, inspecting his frail and beaten body.

Sirius silently waited, knowing what was next on the agenda.

He felt his body being raised unceremoniously off of the ground, and a hard punch collided with his weak jaw, making a sickening sound.

"How'd you like that? You filthy Mudblood lover," one of the masked men questioned with a cold sneer.

Sirius pushed the pain to the back of his mind, making sure not to let the bastards know how badly the curse had affected his fragile body.

The next blow came to his stomach, he felt and heard the ribs creak and break under the strain of the numerous blows, which normally would have left a few bruises, but due to his malnutrition his body wasn't adept to resist the fractures.

He was then dropped on the floor in a heap of tattered robes and broken bones. His breathing was coming in large gasps.

"Crucio," called a rounded, chubby man, his wand pointed directly at Sirius.

Sirius's already broken form, withered around on the floor in agonizing pain. He felt his ribs snap against the abuse of his rapidly moving form, but he forced himself not to cry out in pain.

After what seemed like a sufficient amount of time, the small figure released the spell, allowing Sirius to rest.

With his face pushed in the ground, he took in deep, shallow breaths, trying to slowly push the pain to the back of his mind.

He lifted his eyes to give the figures a murderous glare, which caused them to erupt in peels of laughter.

"I hope you enjoyed your one year anniversary," a cold female voice called while pushing a plate of soggy mush towards him, and they all strutted out of the cell laughing.

Sirius dragged his limp figure towards the bowl of mush, and ingested it slowly, before pushing the empty, steel bowl roughly into the wall.

He lay quietly on the floor, focusing his attention on his wounded body. He felt the magic begin to churn through his body, as his jaw was slowly and painfully realigned. The magic began to pick up at a steady pace, as his ribs slowly began to agonizingly fit back in place. The mending was extremely poor, but it was the best he could do without a wand or potion.

Sirius pulled his tired form against the wall, letting the cold words flow through his mind continuously:

'I hope you enjoyed your one year anniversary.'

His thoughts went to his young bride and their two children.

He sat there drained of all energy, planning his escape and plotting his revenge on the fools who dared to take him away from his family.

He slumped to the floor and fell into a restless sleep as the questions and words swam through his head at top speed.

'I hope you enjoyed your one year anniversary.'

'Would his children recognize him when he returned home?'

'Had she found someone new?'

His mind finally stilled and settled on one image, the image of his bride while he lowered his lips lovingly onto hers.


The second chapter is currently being beta-read. Thanks.

Issie.

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