DISCLAIMER: I OWN MELISSA. SHE IS MY OC. ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING AND HER PUBLISHERS.

Sirius Black opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling. Where was he? Was he in the veil? Was this heaven? Or was this Hell? Did he deserve to go to Hell? Had there been some mistake? He looked around, and noticed that his surroundings looked very familiar. It looked like his house at Grimwauld place. So, Hell was living in his parent's house for all eternity? For this couldn't be Heaven. Where were the 72 virgins? Wait, wasn't that for Muslim martyrs? He sat up, and found himself sitting on his old bed. There was someone sitting beside him. He saw a head of oily black hair. Oh no! This must be Hell, because Severus was sitting beside him! He stood and ran in a flash of panic straight into the hard wood door, waking Severus. Sirius was on his back again, and he felt the door open at his feet.

"Well, look who's awake." A disembodied voice said.

"Are you the devil?" Sirius asked in a small voice.

"Heavens, no! Don't you know where you are?" The voice sounded stunned.

"Hell?" He asked.

"No! In you're in your room, Sirius. It's me, Molly!" Sirius looked up, and focused his eyes on the person in front of him. It was Molly! He wasn't dead! But how could that be? Bellatrix hit him with the killing curse! And then he went into the veil! Why was he still alive?

"Sirius! You're awake!" Another voice entered the room.

"Harry?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah!" Harry landed a huge hug around his Godfather's waist. "Thank God you're alive."

"Not that I'm complaining, but why am I alive?"

"I was able to get you out of the Veil." Severus chimed in.

"Huh?"

"I will not repeat myself for the likes of you, Black."

"But you'll save my life?"

"I can always put you back, you know."

"That won't be necessary." Molly pulled Sirius up out of the floor and out him back into the bed.

"Severus was able to go into the veil and pull you back out. Madame Pomfrey was able to heal you up. Bellatrix wasn't strong enough to kill you." Harry explained.

"How'd he get passed all the dementors?"

"He has no happiness."

"Ah, that makes sense." Severus growled in his little corner.

"Everyone will be excited to see you." Molly said quickly, hoping to avoid a fight between the two former classmates.

"Everyone whose still alive that is." Severus sneered.

"What does he mean by that?" Sirius asked as Molly gave Severus a cold look.

"The war with Voldemort is over. He's gone and gone for good. However, there were sacrifices." Harry explained when no one else would.

"Who?" Sirius had a paniced look on his face. While Harry explained all the gory details, Molly grabbed Severus by the ear and dragged him downstairs.

"Tell me again why you're still alive!" She hissed.

"Voldemort killed my clone, not me."

"I don't mean how you escaped that death, I mean why haven't I killed you yet!" She stomped off to the kitchen to make Sirius a huge dinner.

Sirius was just staring at the wall of his room. Harry had just told him all the names of the people who had died in the battles against Voldemort. He was glad that Bellatrix was dead, but Lupin? Why was he gone? What did he do to deserve death? Why did they all have to die? And why didn't he die? Why did he have to out live all his friends? He looked to Harry, and looked into his eyes. Lily's eyes. He looked at his face. James' face. This was why he was still here, to safe guard what was left of his friends. And he would. Now that the war was over, they could be a real family.

Days past, and everything returned to normal. Harry and Ginny could be found horsing around outside on brooms. Hermione could be found reading old books, while Ron just stared at her. Sirius and Molly sat and talked about things that had been happening since his disappearance into the veil, and nothing major happened at all. That is, until Harry caught Sirius in his room by himself.

"Sirius, can I talk to you?" Harry asked.

"Sure Harry. What's up?" Siirius put down the book he had been reading and looked at his godson.

"Well, it's about Ginny and me." He said as he close the door so that they would not be overheard.

"Yes?"

"I'm gonna ask her to marry me." He pulled a small box out of his pocket.

"Harry, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah, but I'm worried about what Ron will think. Gnny is his sister, after all."

"Oh, screw Ron. He should be happy that his sister will marry such a good person. Besides, this is about you and Ginny, not Ron."

"You're right."

"Of course I am. I'm always right."

"Don't get cocky."

"Too late."

"You're very funny. See you at dinner?" he asked, putting the box back into his pocket.

"Of course."

Three weeks later, Ginny and Hermione were pouring over bridal magazines, looking for the perfect wedding dress. They had gone through sixteen magazines in the past week, and they were having trouble finding a good dress, or any dress for that matter, in Ginny's price range. She didn't want to use any of Harry's money on it, for reasons that she wouldn't tell anyone.

"We're never going to find a dress at this rate." Hermione said, flipping a page over.

"I know." Ginny sighed.

"I might be able to help." Sirius said, overhearing the girls' dilemma.

"No offense, but wedding dress advice from a guy?" Hermione giggled.

"Humph. Follow me." He led the girls up the stairs to his room. He rummaged in his closet for a few minutes and pulled out the most beautiful white wedding dress they had ever seen. It had a beautifully unadorned corset top, and the bottom flew out in drapes of soft flowing cream. The edges of the gown were embroidered with blue beads forming swaying Victorian style curves and characters. The veil was embedded with clear beads outlining little hearts. It was unique, beautiful, elegant, but at the same time traditional. The perfect dress.

"Oh my God, Sirius! This dress is perfect. Where on Earth did you get it?" Ginny squealed.

"It is perfect, but I'd like to know why you have a wedding dress in your closet." Hermione raised her eyebrow.

"It was the dress my wife wore to our wedding." Sirius replied, simply. Btoh the girls' jaws dropped.

"WIFE?" they yelled in unison.