*sirius didn't hear her. the tips of his hands had begun to glow a whitish color. it didn't make sense. why, after 16 years had it decided to show its ugly face? the weapon that had been placed in him after he had come to this time period. it was a bad weapon, stronger then any curse imaginable. stronger then anything. someone with this power would be able to kill someone with one glance. sirius didn;t want this power, but he had no choice. silas had been after it for a while, now he knew why. it was something that he would like. death with no limits. perfect for silas. the only problem was, sirius hadn't trained for it. he wasn't ready. he didn't know what to do with it when it did come.*