AN: Right, so, sorry that it took so long, but, i'm happy with the result. Anyway, now this story is actually over, not just me forgetting to say that the story's complete. And that was how this story came to exist.

Anyway, there may be a sort of sequel to this, when the doctor makes an accidental trip to the Stargate universe, and then I don't mean the really bad series by the same name.

And I have put up a sequel to I Have A Crack In My Wall, which is getting a lower response than I expected, but, meh, what do you do? Well, you ask this story's readers to check it out. And I think that you should, i'm happy with it. And it's good.

And I have watched the doctor who movie, and it's not that bad.

Heaven was like a big business. It had posts, and it could offer jobs, and there was a lot of CEOs. It wasn't just fluffy clouds and golden gates, with angels playing music in the background, nor was there a god, and that was simply because not enough people in all of the dimensions, and times, didn't have a good enough picture of god. In According To Jim, he was a cowboy who liked to golf, in The Simpsons, he looked like a Roman, with long hair. Then there was, of course, some that did not have a god.

But, as I was saying, Heaven was organised. It had rooms, it had admission offices, tourist centres etc.

It had people, of all dimensions, and species. This was a heaven that would make Captain Jack Harkness happy.

Walburga Black was a pureblood, and she was proud of what she was. So what if people hated her? She was above all that, what had Sirius said, shit, no, shite. That word in her son's mouth, with that accent, had led to a fight.

She hated mudbloods, she spat on them, they were worse than house-elves, but prettier to look at. What she really liked about mubloods, actually, the only thing that she liked about them, was television. Especially since she could tune into her oldest son's life, and laugh at his misery. Walburga loved laughing at Sirius's misery.

And right now, she couldn't help but be enthralled by the way that Sirius sacrificed his life, which, just so that she could say that she consistently hated him, was worthless.

It brought tears to her eyes, no, she got something in her eyes. And she got even more in her eyes, when the Doctor cradled Sirius's body and cried.

A man like him, obviously a blood traitor, should make her happy that he was crying. But she wasn't happy, because it was a sad scene.

Orion Black had been detached to pretty much everything but sex when he was alive. When he died that didn't change in the least.

When his wife died, he didn't care at all, and did his best to avoid her.

But today, of all days, he had decided to see what she did in her afterlife. He was detached, but still a mite bit curious. Though not much, oh no.

Of course, on the list of things that Orion hadn't been expecting, was seeing Walburga cry. Walburga never cried, it went against her very essence, that of a sociopathic woman who was overall psychotic.

"What in Merlin's left ball is going on? Did they implant emotions, or?" Was Orion's natural response to seeing Walburga cry.

"There's something in my eye, you blood traitor! Scum!" Walburga screamed at Orion, her perfectly natural response to Orion's question. "Oh, and Sirius just died."

"Oh."

Regulus had died, and that was it. Of course, he had also embarrassed the part of his family that were dead, but that didn't matter to him. After all, there was a whole lot of interesting people to be talking to in Heaven, and he had always been very good at playing stupid, he could always do that if he wanted to talk to his family.

Regulus had gained something with his death, something good. Something like friends. Something liked friends who weren't raised in the same environment as himself, so that the talking always ended up in a verbal fight. It was amazing friendships all around, everybody thought.

And since Sirius had travelled with the Doctor, they had kept a 24/7 check on him. They had laughed a lot when Sirius did his clothes faux pas, or more like, put on a leather jacket, and went out to explore a planet full of vegetarians.

They hadn't moved since Sirius died, they couldn't. Sirius, Reg's idiotic, but much braver, brother, dead. That was something hard to process, for everyone. Even Reg.

When Sirius died, he thought that his family hated him for him being in Gryffindor, consorting with mudbloods (their words, not his) etc. Something that he however didn't expect them to hate him for, was for him dying. Because that meant the end of his adventures with the Doctor.

The end of all Entertainment...

AN: Please review!