Sirius Black had always had an effect on people, especially females. People either loved him or hated him. Gryffindors loved him. Slytherins hated him. There was no in-between. However there was one girl he'd trade all his other girls for. Her name was Saphira Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger and vicious sister. Saphira was what every pureblood witch aspired to be. Pretty, respected, feared, and most of all wanted. She was the only girl, besides his cousins, that didn't fall head over heels in love with Sirius. She hated him with a passion. A passion that Sirius would give anything to have a loving effect on.