AN: So. Ive decided to stop this story. Im sorry, I really am. In the future, I might come back to it, but for now I'm over it and fanfiction, moving onto original stuff. But, I was going through all my old files and I found this part, the first part of the next chapter I had already started before I decided to stop. SO, here it is, the final installment. It's not the end, just the next part, and its short too. Beware, it leaves you hanging.

Also, a side note, if you want to read any of my other stuff, tell me and Ill give you a link. Thanks! And Im really sorry for being a quitter.

"Kira…" the whisper invaded my brain, it pushed itself through the fog of sleep. I resisted the awaking senses within my body though, and rolled onto my side, sighing in half lucid frustration. There was a quiet laugh, a warm and amused laugh I knew only too well. My mind floundered around the sound, trying to make sense of the familiarity, but failing as the quiet once again lured me to sleep.

"Kira…" The voice again penetrated my blurry thoughts, it was still amused, practically chuckling at something unknown. I groaned groggily and responded out of habit with the word 'what?' although I had somehow misplaced the meaning at the moment. Another annoyingly recognizable laugh. The mattress sank slightly where new weight was applied, and slowly I became aware that I was sleeping, on a bed, with someone awakening me.

For a moment panic laced through my system, panic at this intruder invading my vulnerable sleeping hours, but as soon as the anxiety struck, the familiar presence of Sirius drifted into my consciousness, like the pleasantly warm smell of baking pie wafting from a brightly lit room.

I relaxed immediately, melting back into the soft expanses of this horrendously round mattress before becoming half-heartedly irritated. "What do you want?" I muttered into my pillow, which smelled like the lavender soap I had borrowed the previous afternoon from Margret, one of my two dorm mates. I felt him saddle up closer, his own fragrance gracing my senses. Salt, leather, skin, and saw dust. It smelled ridiculously alluring, and I crushed the feeling quickly before Sirius could detect the trail of my thoughts.

He pressed his warm lips to my exposed temple in the darkness, chuckling quietly in my ear and he gently tugged my chin out from the depths of my crumpled pillow. I could see the shadowed planes of his handsome face in the little light that had managed to weasel its way into the recesses of my current dorm room, and I sighed as I shifted towards him.

I tested his mood, finding his thoughts as easily as my own. He was thinking about how I must be cold with such little blankets in this cold Romanian weather, about how he was going to convince me to go to the hotspings with him, and about how cute I looked while sleeping…

I retracted from his thoughts at the last one, and pulled a face at him. Sirius merely grinned and rolled his eyes. You wanted to know…he pointed out, and I scowled at him before sitting up completely, trying vainly to pat down my crumpled hair. He lounged on my bed beneath me, watching contentedly, biding his time until he knew I was impatient.

"You don't really have a choice," He informed me matter of factly, rolling his eyes towards the darkened ceiling and back a me. I frowned and pulled the blankets off of me, shivering in the cold.

"Oh, really?" I asked with raised eyebrows, as I slipped of the bed to pull on a sweater from my truck. The little brown notebook lay eerily still upon the smooth surface of my luggage, and I shivered, this time not from the cold, but ignored its presence for now. I would have to face that eventually, the thought still me for a moment, only long enough for me to push the task to the back of my mind though, and I walked back to the bed.

"You ready?" He asked, and sat up eagerly. I looked at his face, seeing his genuine, child-like excitement and reminded myself that I was doing this for Sirius. It wasn't like we were going to go cliff diving into icy water, or walking into the depths of caves which housed man-eating monsters, but still, I was reluctant and petulant none the less. I tried one last time and he grabbed my hand and hauled me up from my warm, inviting mattress.

"I don't have a swim suit," I told him, and he only snorted, his hand warm and large in mine. His skin felt like melting honey against the chill of my own flesh.

"As if that's a bad thing. You make it seem like I don't want to see you in your knickers, love." And with that he flashed me a boyish grin as we exited the dorm.

Outside it was beyond freezing, but Sirius had conjured up a warming spell, and the charm surrounded us now like warm pocket of air. I sincerely regretted not bringing any other clothing, because I felt rather foolish and vulnerable in nothing but pajamas. Pajamas that were Sirius' no less, and pooled around my ankles requiring me to hike them up every few steps. Sirius found this act unsurprisingly, very funny, and I tried not to bring my wand into it, even if he was highly irritating.

Walking the half mile to the so-called hot springs up a spiky, cold, mountain crag in the dead of night was not high on my list of things to do. But I felt I owed Sirius, not because I hadn't told he wasn't really going to die in a few months, no, more because I was. His thoughts over the whole fiasco were nearly as dark as the night sky, and his silent brooding mood made my own depressing outlook all the more dim.

Needless to say, we weren't the happiest people to be around. Even James, through his boyish ridiculous mopping over his red-headed infatuation had noticed.

That makes three then. James, with his hopeless love for an undeceiving girl, Sirius with the death of his girlfriend floating over the horizon, and then me. What was I unhappy about? The question was almost laughable.

I had tried to make a list, a list that seemed to be impossibly growing. One of the bigger problems, that seemed to be hanging over my head was the whole dying event. It really was getting old. I decided to not think of it, not at least, until the actual affair was close enough to taste. Sirius would survive, there was nothing else I could do, and nothing more to worry about. Later, I told myself. Later I would deal with that.

But right now? Right now, I had another problem. That little, insufferable, brown book, laying solemnly upon my trunk. I was undecided, as of yet, about whether I should open it. Was the information really necessary? Would it cause more turmoil than it would peace within my mind? I had always wanted to know my past, know what portion of my life had gone missing. But now that I faced the option, my gut told me no. Sirius knew, of course. He knew everything about me, no more secrets. The only information I bothered to withhold from him now was perhaps what I thought about him as he left the room, or how infuriatingly attractive he looked when he flashed one of his sideway smirks or took off his shirt as he got ready for bed. Sirius knew, and he was letting me brood silently over the topic of my unforgivable past, withholding his own opinion until I had either burned the book or opened it.

"Kira?" Sirius had been leading me by the hand over the rocky passages, letting me think and warning me silently only when there was an obstruction in my path. I looked up at him, his face was unreadable in the blackness of the night.

"Yeah?" I snapped out of my thoughts, feeling his fingers contract lightly around mine before relaxing. We had stopped, and only now did I realize this. He used his free hand to point in front of us, towards a large flat rock that seemed to be suspiciously floating.

"I think this will take us to the top." He smiled at me, and I frowned, confused. "Just thought I'd warn you before we hop aboard and it starts moving." He grinned again at my foolish expression. All thoughts of dying, of horrible pasts and attractive images of Sirius shirtless out the window—the rock would be moving?

"Wait!" I gasped as he started tugging us towards the boulder, looming just beyond what I realized was a rather sharp drop into nothingness. I grabbed hold of him and seized him back towards me.

He laughed loudly, grasping my shoulders and pulling me into his chest, restraining any movement I had been considering. "Shhh. Its all right." He laughed again, grinning wickedly at my surprising fear. "This is how we get to the top." He pointed into the blackness, but I saw nothing. "I talked to a girl in charms." He explained, and I relaxed a little. So this was the actual way of getting up, not some untested short-cut that had a dangerously high death toll. I sighed and glared at him.

"You could have warned me," I grumbled and pulled away from him, peering at the rock uncertainly. He threw up his hands and rolled his eyes.

"I did!" He cried indignantly and followed closely behind me, placing his warm hands on my hips from behind as I looked into the dark abyss. I turned towards him, searching his eyes.

"Are you sure it will work? It looks like an awfully long fall…" I turned back towards the cliff edge. Sirius pressed himself against me from behind, the warmth of his body radiating through my thin layers almost immediately, and resisted a shiver as he pressed his lips to throat, whispering quietly. "Trust me."

The rock was sturdier than I expected, and although I went no where near the edge, the slow monotonous ride lasted only several minutes. It was strangely vulnerable to be exposed like that, trapped on a rock in the middle of a canyon, floating languidly along.

What if the rock suddenly dropped? But nothing disastrous happened, just as Sirius had promised, and suddenly, too quick for my taste, we were at the top of the peak.

The hot springs were much more natural than I originally thought. I was expecting something along the idea of a hot tub, like the one at Lily's house, but the hot springs found at the Romanian school of magic were unrefined. There was a little jagged walkway leading between two massive rocks, down to a little cove open to the sky. The pool smelled of sulfur and sweat, and little white crystallized trails of salt littered the granite's surface. The hot spring itself was dark, so dark it looked like ink, and the hole looked bottomless. What was lurking just beneath the surface? It was impossible to tell.

I was, however, grateful for the cover of darkness while I undressed, and although the moon was out, it shone very dully down into the small open cavern. I stripped down to my knickers, aware completely that Sirius was near, doing something very similar.

I tried not to dwell on it.

The water was warm, maybe warmer than just warm, but not nessecarily hot. Steam still wound itself in the air around us, creating spirals of vapor disappearing into the sky. Sirius was quiet, and I felt him hop into the water next to me. Towards the center of the pool the water got deeper, but around the rim there was a roughly cut bench that ran around the edge.

I shivered in the cold air outside, slipping deeper under the water. "Is this as wonderful as you expected?" I asked Sirius, glancing in his general direction. With the stars as the background I could only make out his silhouette against the darkness. The curve of his shoulders, the angle of his jaw, and his messy hair slowly bobbed towards me.

"Yes." He answered, and I could feel the truth behind his reply. I frowned, looking at the water pool around me, trying to locate the image of my hand submerged in the murky depths of the inky water. Impossible, it was too dark.

I had been expecting something more exciting than this, to be honest. With Sirius's rambling all week, but he seemed content, and I would never admit that right now I was rather bored, although he probably knew already.

I could sense his grin more than see it, and he slithered towards me, wrapping his lean arms around my waist to pull my body against his. I shivered but not from the cold anymore.

"Bored, eh?" He wondered, his lips tracing lines down my wet throat. I imagined him behind me, his mischievous smile shadowed but still brighter than any star. Was it possible I could ever deserve this? Him?

"Well, no offense. But I see no water slides." I replied, trying vainly to focus on our conversation. Sirius was no help,, his tongue felt unusually hot against my ear and neck and jaw. I dropped my head backwards to rest on his shoulder, unable to hold up my floating head anymore. I could feel his smile against my skin, and I titled my face sideways slightly to look at him. He pulled away and smirked down at me, the dull moon catching the stray strands of his damp hair.

"Water slides? Is that what you want?" His hands were slowly sliding up my bare sides, brushing across the sensitive skin of my stomach and ribs. The warm water only added to the sensation.

I tried to think for a moment. "No," I answered, turning in his grip so I could face him. His eyes looked black in the darkness, but I could see the playfulness in the way his dimples appeared on either side of his mouth. This was a good distraction. This was nice, normal. Regular couples did this kind of stuff right?

"Then what would you like to do?" He mumbled into my ear, as his fingers traced up my back to shoulders and back down the curve of my spine. I wound my hands around his neck, feeling his ebony locks brush against my fingers as I did so.

"Mhmmm…" I pretended to think, when really I was just scrambling to find any thoughts at all. This wasn't fair, his hands and lips were distractingly seductive, all thoughts of anything else other than Sirius was out the window.

"Mhmmm?" He teased, releasing me from his spell. I realized slowly that my legs had wrapped around his lean waist, that our bodies had moved together. I was almost sitting on him now, the water must have pushed us together with its current. I felt only a twinge of embarrassment that we were both only clad in our knickers, and a bra of course. "That's what you want to do? Mhmmm?" He laughed lightly, his body shaking, his abdomen muscles constricting. I pressed my palm against his ribs, fascinated.

"Shut up, you wanker. I was thinking." I said, as his laughter ceased. I slid my arms around him, so my fingers were tracing patters on his back. He stopped and swallowed, and I cocked my head to one side, curious.

"Have you figured out what you want to do now?" He asked, but his tone was different and strange. His eyes becoming impossibly darker. His lips moved as he talked, and the motion captivated me. I retracted a hand from his back and lightly pressed a finger to his lips. Smooth like wet glass. He seemed frozen, and I traced my fingertip across his jaw, down to his throat.

Crickets began singing in the distance, and Sirius watched me carefully, his eyes dark and inquisitive. He let out a raspy breath and licked his lips, letting his head fall back against the stone rim of the hot spring. I moved up on his body, wanting to look into his face, but couldn't take my eyes away from the curve of his bottom lip.

Sirius's earlier question rang in my ears, and I answered with a "Not yet," He seemed relieved that I had spoken, because he began to open his mouth for a reply when I realized what I wanted to do. I pressed my lips lightly against his, taking in his surprised breath, and his bodies reaction.

His arms tightened around me, pulling me closer reflexively. The water sloshed thickly with the movement, creating tiny whirlpools that swirled away from us as they faded. Sirius' lips moved quickly against mine, still soft and beautiful, and I realized that I would much rather do this than sleep.

The next morning was bright but cold. I rolled out of my crumpled bed slightly damp and groggy. Margeret, my roommate, smiled at me from her bunk. Her eyes dropped to the soggy pile of my undergarments, to the new pair of pajamas I had changed into, different from the ones I had gone to bed in.

She raised an eyebrow. "Shower with your clothes?" Margeret said, not unkindly. I rubbed my eyes and blinked at her.

"Oh, no. No, I went to the hot springs last night." I realized belatedly I shouldn't have told her, she might be the tattle tail type, but she only laughed and packed the rest of her school items into her bag.

"Oh, well, I hope you had fun." She winked heartily, and swung out the door, trooping down the hall to her first class. I sighed and slumped back into the mattress. She didn't ask who I went with, but it was obvious she assumed. What female wouldn't notice Sirius Black, and in turn notice who he was with?

"Wow, finally. I've been waiting forever." Sirius exaggerated as I breathlessly lept down the stairs.

" Sorry," I replied, as he leaned his head down towards me, invading my space. I pulled away, taken aback. "What are you doing?" Was he trying to knock my head? He laughed at my surprised expression, using his hands to hold my face in place. I squirmed slightly as he looked down at me.

"Calm down, I'm just going to kiss you." I laughed nervously at my jumpiness and relaxed in his grip, letting him lean down to peck me on the lips.

"Last Quidditch practice tonight." He informed me happily, as we walked out of the central common towards our last class of the week. Friday, finally. Something all cultures celebrate.

"Yup, all games from here on out." Sirius grinned down at me, his hair perfectly disheveled.

"We'll do marvelous darling." He said cheekily.

The day after Hog wart's first official Quidditch match of the tournament, I found myself in a familiar position. One I had been reliving all week.

I sat on the edge of my frustratingly round bed, happy to have the room vacated, but barely registering the fact. In front of me was my trunk, my clothes partially spilling out, and a variety of items sitting a top it's flat surface. One of these items was my hairbrush, another was a water canister, a little sac filled with knuts and galleons, and last but certainly not least, a diary. My diary, I reminded myself darkly. It felt foreign, this object, unlike the other few things I owned. I knew what my hairbrush looked like, what it felt like in my hand, when I used it last—this morning in front of the little dusty mirror.

But this? I looked at the brown-bound book, tattered and weather worn. This monstrosity did not feel like mine, it was as unfamiliar as another person's possession.

I got up and stood over it, afraid to touch, afraid to get closer, afraid of what it held inside it's worn pages. I felt useless, aggravated at myself for even entertaining the thought of opening it, and at the same time angry about my cowardice—it was just a notebook. Plain and simple. Except not, I knew better than to expect something funny and child-like, something that held fond memories of days picking wildflowers. I knew better, and this knowledge placed me on the edge of a blade, unable to topple in either direction even as I was standing on a painful point. To open or burn? That was the question.

A swampy puddle of dread pooled in the pit of my hot stomach as I lay my fingers across the rough surface of the lost diary. It didn't move, or shout, or burn me. The little book just lay still, as lifeless as water logged driftwood. This should be easy I reminded myself, just opening up these past events, I had, of course, lived through them. But the idea seemed much better sounding in my mind, and as I picked up the brown book, substantial and solid in my hands, my heart beat skipped and I wondered quickly if I wanted to relive this, or if I would rather be ignorant.

I paused at the foot of my trunk, outside students celebrated their fantastic Quidditch win, or bathed in self pity at their elimination in the tournament, but I hesitantly walked back to my bed, notebook in hand, and sat tenderly upon the mattress.

For a moment I just stared at it wonderingly, a sad sort of hollowness settling uncomfortably in my stomach. Sirius would be back soon, he was only taking a shower. Maybe I should just open the first page, read that, and see if possibly I could handle the dose of memories and terrors it withheld. I recalled briefly the beginning of my stay at Hogwarts, where nightmares of lost memories haunted my sleep, and waking up I found myself sick to the point of vomiting. Could I handle it?, I asked myself hollowly, and the words resounded through my brain, hitting nothing because I held no substantial answer.

My fingers dragged over the front cover, plain and rough, testing it, wondering what lay beyond the top layer. As my fingers lingered, I took one final breath, and lifted the page. The message that lay beneath was unexpected. There, in small print at the center of a blank page read the words:

Property of Kira. R. Thornhill,

Leave the Past Alone

Written in the slanted scrawl of a child, I read the words carefully, noticing the strange sentence below my name. Leave the past alone? Was that a warning to others, or my futuristic self? My gaze lingered on the message, reassessing my hasty decision to reopen unwanted memories.

After a moment of hesitation, I moved to turn the page, but the paper flared orange and burned the tips of my fingers. I jerked back, and looked at the paper diary, finding the old message fading and new words appearing. I looked closer, my heart beating faster as the words cleared from their inky haze.

Trespasser.

No one can alter their blood.

I puzzled over this for a thoughtful moment. Wasn't I not a trespasser? I must have, when I realized I would have to use my notebook as a portkey, sealed it closed to prevent the memories form ever being opened again. But what did the message below mean? I studied the page, and with a strange sort of certainty, picked up a pocket knife Sirius had loaned me earlier, and carefully slit the tip of my finger, until a round red drop of blood dripped from my skin and onto the page of the old journal. The liquid formed a crimson splatter on the parchment, then absorbed into the page along with the words until it was blank again.

For a moment nothing happened, and then all at once the little book's pages spun, as if it were in the middle of a hurricane, until they stopped on one little page. The journal lay open for mere seconds before a blinding light filled every hollow of my small dorm room, chasing any form of color away.

Finally everything stopped, and it was quiet again, slowly, still seeing stars from the blinding light, I opened my eyes, only to find someone waiting for me.

And she looked frighteningly familiar. She was standing upon of the open pages of the notebook, her dark hair wild and cruel rust colored eyes frighteningly dilated. Her face was scarred and scared, and her lips split and face bruised. She wore black robes, the finest, the Death Eater skull and snake emblem woven onto the breast. A small, ironic smile twisted her abused face.

"If it isn't the Dark Lord's Doll. I was wondering when I'd see you. Or, more correctly, when I'd see me."