Azalea Evans °Marauders Era°

Epilogue

Sirius," Azalea looked around in dismay, narrowing her eyes at the darkness, "Siri!" She could hear the twins howling from the next room, screaming as loud as they could. What had gotten them so upset? Azalea carefully sat up, jumping off of the bed as she rushed to the next room. "What is it, sweeties," she questioned the children as she neared them.

   The youngest, Marigold Lily Black, slowed her screams to a whimper, letting her brother screech on his own. Azalea had the twins three months before Lily had Harry, meaning they were over a year old. The boy, Orion Jasper Black, looked just like his father, with a few differences. He was every bit as handsome as Sirius, but with her red hair instead of his black. His stormy grey eyes were slightly darker than Sirius', making the child seem like he was hiding something at all times. 

   Marigold, named after a flower because Azalea wanted to continue the tradition, had Sirius' black hair and her green eyes. Sirius said she looked just like her, but she saw more of Lily in her. Of course, she looked the same as Lily, but they had their differences in features. The two both acted just like their parents, always getting their hands onto something. But Azalea could tell that her daughter was going to act like her sister, something she did and didn't like at the same time. 

   "It's today," Azalea realized with a shudder, "Isn't it? Where did he go? Oh, Merlin! No, no, no! I have to stop this! This can't happen," she picked the children up. "We will go find him, yeah? I'll give you to Remus for a bit. He's downstairs." Remus had crashed on the couples couch for the past week, running from a few people who were prejudice against him for being a werewolf. Of course, they didn't say anything about her being one too. She wondered sometimes if they knew. Luckily, neither of her kids showed signs they had to go through the painful transformation. Of course, the doctors said it could take a while to kick in. She hoped it never would, but sometimes she saw something in Orion's eyes that made her suspicious.

   "Remus," she sat on him and bounced back up. 

   "Go away," he grumbled into his arm. 

   "I need you to watch the kids. I need to find Sirius. Something bad has happened." 

   "Bad," his ears perked up, her words catching his attention.

   "Yes, bad," she screamed in terror as she pushed the twins into his arms, "It's only for a couple of hours, okay? I'll be back," she grabbed her coat and slipped on her shoes, shuffling out of her home. 

   Azalea appearated to her sisters house, her breath caught in the middle of her throat. She turned just in time to see two ministry officials carrying her husband towards her. "Siri," she began to run, the panic clear in her voice. She could hear his maniac laughing, the sound of a man gone hysteric.

   "Hi, love," he grinned at her, laughing like he was hiding some sick joke.

   "Sirius Black," she put her hands on his cheeks, "What have you gotten yourself into?" 

   "Nothing major, love," he replied with a sad, knowing smile. 

   "It's major to me, to your kids. It should be major to you." 

   "Azalea, sweetheart," he whispered, "It's okay. I'll be fine," he promised her, giving her a smile.

   "But I won't be," she cried, "Please, Sirius! Why don't you tell them?" 

   "What is there to say? He blew himself up sweetie. I have no proof," he whispered as he yanked his arms away from the officials. 

   The officials started to object, but stopped when Azalea put her arms around him. "Don't go," she cried into his shoulder, "If you do, I'm going to try and come see you any time I can. You know I will. And I might even bring the twins along for a visit."