Prologue - August 1996

A grey owl tapping on the window was the sound that made Harry Potter wake up that morning. Scrambling to put on his glasses, he quickly realised that he had not seen the creature before and opened the window curious as to what news it may bring. Tied to it's leg was a package with a note attached to it. He recognised the handwritting of Remus Lupin.

Remus, his old professor, his father's friend, the last remaining Marauder. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. It was still too painful to think about Sirius, his godfather, passing away just a few short weeks ago. It also hurt him to think about Peter Pettigrew, whom his father had loved and trusted, going to Voldemort and selling his soul for a lifetime of being a servant.

He decided to focus on the note he had in front of him.

Dear Harry,

As I'm sure you already know, Sirius has left all of his belongings to you. However, I recently remembered that just after Hogwarts, he had rented a flat just outside of Hogsmeade. I was surprised that the landlord kept everything all of these years (something to do with the reputation of the bulding he said).

Anyway, this is all the stuff he had there. I'm sure he would've wanted you to have it.

Hope to see you soon.

Best wishes,

Remus

With trembling hands, he ripped the brown paper from the package and a number of papers and pictures fell out. Harry picked up the first photo, and there was his father, smiling at him, holding on to his bride, who was looking radiant. He could've looked at his parents forever, but turned his attention to the rest. Photos from their school years, photos of baby Harry on his first broom.

But what Harry noticed most weren't the people he knew and recognized, but those he didn't. Two women were waving in a group photo, one of them kissing Sirius' cheek. He put the photo down and started searching for any evidence of their names.

Finally he found a letter, written on a piece of parchment that looked unopened. Sirius had never gotten around to reading this letter. It made him feel guilty, invading his privacy like that, but then again, he was the only one left to carry on stories of his godfather and his mischievous ways. With great interest, Harry opened the envelope and read.

Dearest S,

I am going to be so lonely, you will have no idea of this. You're going to look away, your eyes will never see these lines, but this is the last will and testament of what was supposed to be the greatest love story of all times. You're going to look away, but I will always be looking back to you. Baby, you will always be mine, just like the sunrises we saw together will always be ours. In my heart I will keep your memory perfect, just as you were when we met, and not as they see you. You were my one and only love, the first and the last.

It's a shame really, that just as time heals all wounds, fire starts fire. The fire of us will burn forever within me, but I'm leaving here, to go find my destiny somewhere else, away from what you've done. We are broken beyond repair. I mourn our love as if you were dead, because in truth you are. Somewhere along the way our Sirius died. Mine, Lily's, James'. You as good as killed all of us.

My Sirius, the one who charmed me all those years ago is in ashes. And I'm writting this for the man you once were. I'm taking with me only those nights in which you and me were immortal, when it made sense. I pray the Heavens look after you.

Forever,

Sophie - Elise

Harry's jaw dropped. Sirius had had a girlfriend. The thought was strange to him, as he had only met him after Azkaban, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He packed everything away in his trunk, making a mental note of asking Remus about it first chance he got.

A few weeks later, Harry finally found his opportunity one night at the Burrow after dinner. Remus had stayed behind to discuss some issues with Arthur and Harry had caught up with him just before he left.

"Remus?"

"Yes Harry? Is something bothering you?"

"The other day, when you sent me that package..." he started a little unsure of how to phrase his question.

"Was there something there that shouldn't have been?" Remus asked.

"Well, not exactely..." Harry handed him the letter and the picture of the two women. Remus smiled as he looked at the picture.

"Mary MacDonald and Sophie-Elise Bouvier."he said pointing first to the woman with flowig black hair and then to the woman kissing Sirius, who's brown hair was tied in an elegant knot "They were your mother's friends. Well, our friends really. Why do you ask about them?"

Harry extened the letter and watched as Remus' expresion changed from curiosity to amazement.

"I wouldn't have imagined she still felt this way after everything..." he said, more to himself than to Harry.

"Who was she Remus? Was she..my godmother?"

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his greyish hair, but based on his reaction Harry suspected that he saw this day coming. The day he, Harry would want to know more.

"We'd better sit down Harry. It all started in the beginng of our 6th year of school..."

AN: Hello dear reader and welcome to my story. I must confess that I haven't written anything new in literally years, but I thought that I might try a story about the Marauders based mostly on Sirius.

I don't own anything that came from the books. Title from a song by Barbra Streissand.a