Disclaimer: As I am a simple person who does not own tons and tons of money, I must admit to being a plain American girl, and not JK Rowling. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter and the connected involved characters. Oh, well...

WARNINGS: This story contains mild slash, extreme torture, (but not too graphic,) possible bad language, and depression of the highest degree. This is not a fluffy fic. Furthermore, there are no Horcruxes, and, as far as I'm concerned, books six and seven DID NOT HAPPEN. Right-o, to the story, now...

WARNING NUMBER MOST IMPORTANT (Okay, that's not a number) - If you do not like sad and depressing endings, SKIP THIS CHAPTER AND GO TO THE NEXT ONE. They are interchangeable, depending on whether you want a depressing ending or an uplifting ending.

SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE DEPRESSING ENDINGS, SKIP THIS CHAPTER. SKIP IT.

The One with the Power to Vanquish the Dark Lord Shall Be Born as the Seventh Month Dies…

Ending One:

Sirius stared at the calendar. "Happy anniversary," he murmured.

It was September 30th, 1999. The anniversary of James and Lily's wedding.

Curiously, Harry had gone on to get married today as well, only last year. Harry had breezed through Hogwarts, been Ravenclaw Prefect, Quidditch Captain, Head Boy, and then gone on to marry a beautiful girl named Luna Lovegood.

Currently, there were two more weddings in the making. In two years, Harry's younger sister Rosalina would be marrying the current Heir Longbottom, Harry's Gryffindor yearmate, Neville. And next year…

Sirius bit his lip, swallowing back the pain that always seemed to wait right on the edges of his consciousness, waiting for him to give in.

As it had turned out, Voldemort was deader than deader than dead, and the prophecy was declared null and void. Trelawney was soon out of a job, and the Death Eaters were swiftly demolished.

And next year, on September 30th, Sirius would have another reason to hate the day that had begun the end of his life.

On September 30th, 2000, Remus John Lupin was preparing to marry Nymphadora Isabella Tonks.

Sirius thought of September 30th as the day that he was reborn. First, as someone without love, and second, as the Secret Keeper who would kill Voldemort.

Turning to face the mirror, Sirius scowled at the now-famous scar that slashed across his face. It signified many things, but to Sirius, it signified the fact that, despite having won the War, and become a Hero, ultimately, Sirius Orion Black had lost.

FIN

THE PROPHECY RECONSTRUCTED:

THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES… BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM… BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES… AND THE DARK LORD SHALL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL… BUT HE SHALL HAVE THE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT… AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HANDS OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES… THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD SHALL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…