She both saw him and yet didn't see him, what she saw she painted. The canvas was covered mainly in black; he was in the middle, huddled up the blackness smothering him. When he saw the painting, he was amazed; he was looking at what could have been a memory if it had happened. The detail was so life like; every hair was real and his eyes, Merlin he hoped that they didn't really look like that with that expression in them, the despair and loneliness. He wondered how she done it, she couldn't see, she was blind. She wouldn't tell anyone how it had happened, he couldn't blame her, and he heard her nightmares. They were violent most of the time.

As she had painted him her hands moved fluently over the canvas, even as she saw more things about him, around him, he was like her full of despair and lonely. She would never tell him how she felt though. It was too dangerous; they could both be hurt beyond repair. She shook her head, her long brown curly hair rippled around her while her eyes though expressionless most of the time showed a glimpse of pain before becoming empty once more.

He saw the flash of pain in her eyes and wondered what she was thinking of. He wanted to tell her what he felt, but he knew it could just hurt not only him but more importantly it would hurt her. Moving behind her he then ran his hands up and down her arms in an attempt to comfort her.

'Sirius, why do I have to be so different?' she asked leaning back into him.

'You're not so different. I mean no one is the same any way.' He replied wrapping his arms around her petite frame. 'I happen to like you as you are.' She turned round with in his embrace and looked up to his face or at least where she thought his face was. She walked her fingers up his arm, neck and ran over his chin and lips.

'Why, why did they do this to me?' she asked softly resting her hands on his chest.

'What did they do to you, please tell me.' He asked her softly.

'They hurt me every way possible, and then they took my sight. They used glass to try and cut my eyes out.' She buried her face in his chest to try and hide the tears she hadn't cried since that night.

'Let me help you, please. I want to help you.' He in turn pressed his face into her shoulder inhaling her scent; she always smelled of the outdoors, it was calming. Lifting his head back up she continued to describe the horrifying events that she had endured at the hands of her so called family. Once she had finished he lifted her head up so he could see her eyes, they no longer held emptiness, now they held hope, pain and fear. There was another emotion in her eyes which filled him with hope and love. He bent his head to hers and placed a soft kiss on her lips, it conveyed his love for her along with the promise to never leave her or hurt her.