He was going to die, of that Ian Rider had no doubts as he stared down the barrels of Yassen Gregorovich's guns.

For a brief moment his mind drifted to Alex, the Newphew who he had raised to the best of his abilities, with luck the blond haired teen would never find out what truly happened. And if they abided by his wishes Jack would gain custody of the Lad until he was old enough to look after himself, of course he highly doubt Alan Blunt would allow it and would Probally try using this to the Bastards own advantage.

Giving a brief nod to the Russian Man his brother had once mentored, the British Spy closed his eyes in acceptance as the first bullet shattered glass and pierced his right shoulder. Six more shot quickly follows causing his body to jerk and yank on the wheel, forcing the car off road.

'Sorry Alex, looks like I won't be making it to that game after all.'

Right before he lost consciousness the spy swore he saw a bright light, the night sky which was abruptly followed by screaming.

Yassen Gregorovich couldn't help but frown as he stared at the inside of Ian Rider's convertible.

Briefly Yassen had considered just letting the younger man bleed out- if the crash had yet to kill him- when the car in its driver went over the Cliffside railing. It would have been a sense of mercy in more way than one for the spy.

Yet as he stared over the broken guardrail at the smoking wreckage an old memory decided to plague the Russian.

Once, a day- more like nine hours, before Hunter's death he had promised to look after the man's brother and son should any thing happen to him.

'Knowing My Brother he would probably end up treating Alex like an adult and completely neglect his own health if neither I nor My Wife were around to constantly remind him. If I didn't know better I would probably believe someone replaced him with an some state of the art robot years ago.'

Nine hours late John Rider- Codename: Hunter; Double Agent of MI6 and Scorpia- boarded a plane with his wife bound for France. Moments afterwards the plane erupted into a fiery ball of death as a bomb, somehow planted on the plan went off.

No matter how merciful of an act it would be, he could not nor would he allow Ian Rider to die, especially like this. Ensuring the safety was on, the assassin sheathed his guns back into their hoisters before cautiously making his way towards the wreckage.

The once beautiful silver BMW was a nightmare once it finally came into view.

There was blood splatter onto the interior and the gagged shattered windshield. The Frame, once a masterpiece, was bullet ridden though some of the frame was missing and other parts had gorges scratched into it. The door were jammed shut- happening sometime during the fall- impossible to open from either inside or out. Though it didn't seem to matter as the Russian was close enough to look inside:

Bullet slugs littered the inside. Hitting both the driver and passenger seats along with the mirror and steering wheel which had forced the airbag to be released- though with the air having escaped it did little to no good.

The interior was stained a copper red that could only be one thing: Blood. Not that sit was all that surprising seeing how many rounds Yassen had purposely emptied into the other man- Okay maybe he was still slightly angry with the spy concerning the incident at Albert Bridge in Malta.

The driver's seat belt was still fasten snuggly yet besides that the vehicle-and the area around it- was deserted.

Ian Rider, nor his bullet ridden corpse, was anywhere to be fount. Frowning the Russian allowed his eyes to move area hoping to find a trail of some sort that could explain the others disappearance.

Unfortunately there wasn't even a slight bent to the grass, It was impossible but somehow Ian Rider was gone, almost as if he had just vanished into thin air.

He never meant to die. It was never susposed to have happened, not when he was so close to finally helping his family escape the clutches of what he was certain was a corrupted MI6 chain of commander.

He recalled having left his son, Alexander- Alex for short- with his Younger Brother, Ian.

He recalled boarding the plane and sitting next to his lovely wife Helen, tightly gripping her hand in assurance before they were to take off.

Then there was an overwhelming heat and and twisted metal as the plane exploded only seconds before their escape. Just like that John and Helen Rider had died

What John hadn't expected though was to wake within a delivery room in the arms of a woman named Walburga Black. She had smiled down at him with a sense of pride shinning brightly in her eyes.

On November 3, 1959; a month after the Death of John Rider, Sirius Orion Black was born.

Through the years ahead the spy turned Wizard would find himself thrown through many trails :

The Murder of his Younger Brother, Regulus Black, at the hands of the Dark Lord.

Peter's betrayal of his best friend, James Potter, and his wife Lilly that had led to their almost deaths.

The Kidnapping of his God Son by Death Eaters that had ended with two year old Hadrian James Potter being thrown through the Veil of Death.

After that he had managed to acquire a job as the DADA Professor with Remus Lupin taking over for Binns as the new History Professor. James had followed their once dream of becoming an Auror while Lilly was now a stay at home- if you called Hogwarts home that is- Mother of two, a son named Charles- A proud twelve year old Gryffindor and a daughter names Violet, a shy but rather intelligent fourteen year old Ravenclaw.

Over the next fourteen years he would spend time teaching and every now and then wondering how both Ian and Alex were doing.

And then it happened, on his fourteenth year of working at Hogwarts, Harry Potters name came out of the Goblet of Fire.

For a unnerving moment silence had filled the Great Hall, then there had been a bright flash of light from the goblet. When it cleared the body of a man in his mid twenties was laid out on the floor in a rapidly growing pool of blood.

Someone- Maybe it was him? -screamed before the room was sent into Choas.

Lunging over the table, Sirius Black rushed towards the down man that he recognized immediately as Ian Rider.