It's not a hill, it's a mountain
As we start out to climb
Do you believe me or are you doubting?
Cause we're gonna make it all the way to the light
And I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight

-U2

"I still can't believe it," Remus said, a grin on his face that actually made him glow. Because of what Remus had done, the condition of werewolves would improve dramatically. One of the three reasons that Voldemort was dead was because of a werewolf.

"I know. It seems like a dream, doesn't it?" James said, rubbing the back of his neck as they walked to Dumbledore's office. The battle had taken place at one in the morning, so it was only just before sunrise at the moment. Dumbledore had also asked the three of them to meet him before they went off to their own homes.

"I swear, my throat is soar from all the shouting and someone punched my shoulder really hard," Sirius laughed, "I kill Voldemort, and that's the thanks I get!"

"Yeah, you'll be the unpopular hero," James grinned.

"Oi! We all know that my looks will make me FAMANZO!" Sirius yelled, laughing at the look of disgust on both of his friends' faces, "what?"

"What a modest prat, I must say," Remus said sarcastically.

"He's so modest, it makes me want to gag," James joined in, laughing as Sirius clutched his heart with a look of mock hurt on his face. He suddenly smiled and put his arms around both his best friends' shoulders, "so I guess killing the darkest wizard of all time trumps all the pranks we pulled at Hogwarts."

"Well, DUH!" Remus rolled his eyes, "Sirius, you are such a thick prat."

"That's what YOU think," Sirius sang as they reached the gargoyle. It let them pass even without a password, with a cheery, "Thank you for what you've done for the wizarding community!"

"Is this statue a girl or a boy?" Sirius asked as it swung forward.

"Why?" Remus asked, going up the stairs.

"Cause I want to know if I can flirt, obviously!" Sirius rolled his eyes, knocking on the door to Dumbledore's office. They entered and were met with a roar of applause from the portraits, in which Dumbledore joined in as well.

"See!" Phinease Nigellus boasted to nearby portraits, who all groaned and rolled their eyes, "the Blacks can do things no other family in the entire World can!"

"My parents disowned me, Great Grand Father. So I'm not technically a Black, am I?" Sirius said harshly before settling down onto the three chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. The portraits all smiled at Sirius for shutting up the least popular Head Master that Hogwarts ever had.

"First of all, I must offer my thanks," Dumbledore smiled at the three men before him, "for doing something all of us dreamed of. And for finally bringing peace to the World. Thank you."

Once again, there was a round of applause. James' cheeks were a little red, Remus was smiling politely while Sirius was grinning like the arrogant fool he was.

"But there is more to Voldemort's death than your three killing curses," Dumbledore said, gesturing at four objects on the desk which they hadn't noticed in the beginning.

Sirius reached out an picked up one of the goblets, which was broken and had the look of something which used to be very valuable. He stared at it, turning it over before his eyes widened and he asked Dumbledore, "Hufflepuff's cup?"

Dumbledore nodded and James said, "and that's Ravenclaw's diadem. Hasn't it been lost for centuries?"

"Slytherins locket!" Remus said pointing a finger at one of the broken lockets.

"Professor, what is this?" James asked, picking up a stone which was cracked open. He looked up at the Brilliant Wizard, who was smiling away at them. Sirius was still staring at cup in his hand, while Remus was looking at Dumbledore with a questioning face.

"These are all objects that were very dear to Voldemort," Dumbledore said and Sirius burst out laughing.

"Did you STEAL them from him, Dumbledore? Is that why he hated you so much?" Sirius chuckled. James laughed while Remus rolled his eyes.

"No, Sirius, I did not," Dumbledore laughed lightly, "have you ever come across the term horcruxes?"

Remus and James shook his head but Sirius suddenly became quiet and began to stare at the floor. Dumbledore looked at him and asked, his voice gentle, "Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know what horcruxes are?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes," Sirius heaved a great sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair, emphasizing his good looks in such a way that at the moment, he looked like a God, the incarnation of male beauty. "When you split your soul to make yourself immortal, you put that part of the soul in an object which is known as the horcrux."

James' mouth fell open, "Sirius, you didn't –"

"No, you prat!" Sirius hissed, "it was in this book in my parent's library."

"So you basically divide your soul to make yourself immortal?" Remus asked Dumbledore. When Dumbledore nodded, Remus asked, "so does that mean – that these objects – are Voldemort's horcruxes?"

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "it appears that Voldemort used to have a knack for collecting trophies, and to guard parts of his souls, he used Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaws diadem, his snake and the resurrection stone , which belonged to one of his ancestors."

"So … Voldemort split his soul into SIX parts?" Sirius asked, his gray eyes wide, "isn't that extremely risky?"

"Yes, it does do a fair amount of damage to our soul – but a person as cruel as Voldemort would be able to survive it."

"Professor," James said, looking at Dumbledore with a questioning expression, "did you track down all these horcruxes and destroy them?"

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded.

There was silence for a few seconds before Sirius said, "then why the hell are we getting all the glory?"

"When you're the one who really defeated him," James stated.

But Dumbledore waved a hand impatiently and smiled at the three boys in front of him, "that's not the point. The point is that the Dark Lord has died and that we any one – any one – who fought to bring him down deserves glory. What you three have done is more than phenomenal."

"What about what you've done?"

Dumbledore waved a hand impatiently, "that's beside the point, Sirius! Now go home! Celebrate! Enjoy! Go out a smell freedom for the first time in three years! I believe that Iris and Lily will be wanting to know what you've done as well."

***

James plunged the key into the hole and pushed open the wooden door. As soon as he stepped inside into the warmth of his home, a beautiful red haired angel threw her arms around his neck, almost tackling him.

"I heard! Oh my God, James! I heard! You – you and Sirius – And Remus – You Know Who – kill –" she gasped, unable to get a word in edgewise. "Are you okay? I can't believe it! What the hell? I'm married to a guy who killed You Know Who – unbelievable -"

"Lily, its okay, take a deep breath," James chuckled and hugged her back, crushing her to his chest. She was in nothing but a flimsy white night gown and her hair was messy, a frantic look on her beautiful face.

"YOU KNOW WHO! KILLED! BY YOU!"

"And Sirius and Remus."

"James!" Lily screamed again, and she once more, threw herself into his arms. James chuckled and bent down to kiss the top of her head. After a few more minutes of Lily blabbering, she finally calmed down and they both retired to the kitchen for breakfast.

"James, you better sit down," Lily said, with a serious look on her face.

James, stunned by her sudden change of attitude, sat down on the kitchen table. Lily handed him a mug of coffee, and took a cup of tea into her own hands. She stared at James with a small smile before saying, "now that Voldemort is dead and the World is safe again – I think you'll be even more delighted to hear this news."

"Lily, what are you talking about?" James asked, confused.

Lily smiled at James and placed her hand over his before whispering, "I'm pregnant."

James' confused expression melted away, only to be replaced by a radiating grin. His lips parted, his eyes went wide and his hair seemed wilder than ever. He looked ready to bounce of the walls, get up, do a tap dance, fly to the moon – anything.

"You're pregnant?" James repeated, his hazel eyes brighter than Lily had ever seen them.

"Three weeks pregnant," Lily smiled, squeezing James' hand. When she looked up, she had tears brimming in her green eyes, "we're going to be parents."

"Lily, this is brilliant news," James said, pulling Lily on to his lap, "this trumps the pranks we pulled at school AND killing Voldemort."

"You know I found out just a minute before I heard about his death," Lily smiled, "you would think that this baby is a good luck charm."

Hey everyone! Welcome to Every Breath You Take! I know I was supposed to post this after I ended Dancing Barefoot, but the thing is DB was dragging a bit and I was losing a lot of readers so I decided to post this earlier!

WELCOME BACK DAILY UPDATING AND FUN CHAPTERS! WOOHOO!

Alright, so I've noticed that A LOT A LOT A LOT of people are craving a Sirius/Iris moment. I didn't put it in this chapter, but it will be in the next one and trust me, you'll like it.

Alright,so I have to clear this out. This is an alternate sequel. Remember? The Happy one? Dancing Barefoot was according to J. K. Rowling's story and this one is my own.

By the way, I'm sorry but I it'll take me some time to update Dancing Barefoot. I'm getting used to writing the fun chapters again and it's so ... different, I guess, when I have to write a DB chapter.

Well, any way. Enjoy! xox