Sirius spared once last glance at his godson in the hospital bed before he turned around and walked straight ahead. Ron struggled to keep up with him as he hurried down the hall, he desperately wanted to get this over with as soon as he could for Harry's sake. When Sirius reached the landing for the stairs he had to stop and wait for the stairs to connect him to the next floor, which allowed Ron the time to catch up to him.

"Trying to get rid of me so quick?" Ron huffed out.

Sirius glanced at him and gave a half-hearted grin, "No, as much as I hate to admit it, I'll probably need your help."

Ron gave a dramatic gasp, "Sirius Black admitting he needs help, did Madam Pomfrey check your head?"

Sirius smirked and fought the urge to flip Ron the bird, remembering the last time he did so Molly scolded him for acting in such a way in front of a child. Sirius glanced at Ron and his smile faltered as he felt a chill run through his hold body, Ron wasn't a child anymore, none of them were. That type of innocence never survived a war. Ron caught his sudden mood change and opened his mouth, probably to ask what was wrong, but the stairs had come back and connected with the landing, and Sirius wasted no time hurrying down them.

This time Ron managed to keep up with him, choosing to ignore the pain that lingered in his chest from his recently fixed bones. When they reached the main floor Sirius directed Ron towards the hall that led to the dungeons, trying his best to navigate them through the rubble and broken glass that littered the floor. They didn't say a word to each other as Sirius opened the door that led to the dungeons and walked down with Ron, this time mindful to walk slower for his sake. Sirius stifled a chuckle as he walked towards the dark room that a joined Snape's classroom, finding it somewhat ironic that Voldemort laid so close to the spymasters classroom, but stopped in his tracks when he found his body lying alone on the stone ground with a ragged blanket thrown carelessly over his body.

"They separated the Death Eater's from him?" Ron asked behind him.

"Appears so, probably to give us room for what we need to do." Sirius responded, involuntarily clutching the Basilisk's fang tighter in his hand.

Sirius took a deep breath before he walked over to Voldemort's body, finding a sickening satisfying feeling run through him at all the blood stained on the him.

"He deserved a worse death." Ron said coldly.

Sirius just nodded his head, not taking his eyes off the body in front of him. Where should he stab Voldemort? The head? The chest? He thought of Harry's bloody and badly bruised chest, of the wound that wouldn't heal on the skin that covered his heart. Then he knew exactly where to stab, it made sense to stab Voldemort in the same place that Harry's wound festered. Sirius bent his knees and crouched down near Voldemort, ripping the blanket off and searched a moment to find the right spot he needed to stab.

"Shield me but stay by the door, I don't know what'll happen when I stab the bastard." Sirius told Ron.

Ron nodded, then realized Sirius wasn't looking at him, "Okay," He voiced aloud.

Sirius waited until he heard Ron back away from him and saw the flicker of a shield surround himself before he positioned the fang over Voldemort's chest, thinking of nothing but all the pain this sadistic, pathetic excuse of a human being tortured and nearly killed Harry, his godson, practically his son...
Sirius let out a grunt as he forced the fang through Voldemort, feeling it rip through skin and muscle and bone. As soon as Sirius had stabbed him the body started to twitch, and Sirius fear that for a moment Voldemort had somehow faked his death, but then the fang buried in Voldemort's chest turned into ash, and then the skin around it cracked and then became ash too, as well as the rest of the body. Sirius watched in fascination as his enemy crumbled before him until he was nothing but ash and dust. Voldemort was truly gone, he was nothing.

"Sirius," Ron's voice echoed in the dungeon, "Harry."

At the sound of his godson's name Sirius snapped out of his thoughts and straightened his body. Was Harry okay? Did he feel any of this? If Voldemort had turned to ash, what of Harry?

"Let's go." Sirius said hurriedly as he raced past Ron towards the stairs.

Ron kept pace with him, running all the way to the Hospital Wing until they were at the front door. While Ron hesitated a moment, fearful of what he would see, Sirius didn't think twice as he pushed the doors open, but then he too stopped. Madam Pomfrey, Healer Williams and Molly were standing by Harry's bed, with the two healers frantically talking to one another and grabbing at supplies while Molly stroked Harry's face, trying to comfort him as Harry gasped and groaned. Sirius collected his thoughts and hurried to Harry's side, unaware that Ron had finally come in. As soon as Molly saw Sirius she instantly moved to make room for him, but didn't let go of Harry, while Sirius grabbed his hand.

"What happened?" Sirius asked.

Molly picked up on the panic in his voice and rested a hand on his shoulder, "When you left the girls summoned me to come help the healers; they didn't have enough healers to spare and didn't want the children to see this. We tried to prepare him for what would happen and guessed at the supplies we would need, but when ... when you did whatever you did, he started screaming and his chest blackened, like it had been burned. He just stopped screaming a moment or so ago after we gave him a dreamless sleep, we couldn't work on him with him thrashing to get away from us. We've given him a pain potion and the healers are looking for the burn balm right now." Molly answered.

Sirius braced himself as he lowered the sheet hastily thrown over Harry's chest to keep it out of sight, ignoring the sounds of Molly ushering Ron out of the room, and almost fainted at the sight before him. It looked as if sometime had poured black tar in the shape of a lightening bolt on the left part of his chest with the skin around it a bright red. Sirius slowly reached his hand out to touch the blackened skin, curious if felt as hard as it looked, but when his hand connected it felt similar to a scab. When he felt Harry suck in a breath and tense Sirius pulled his hand away, cursing himself for not thinking of how it might of hurt Harry.

Healer Williams came over to the other side of Harry's bed, where she had better access to the wound, and opened a jar full a dark green colored cream. Sirius went to ask what it was called when the smell of the cream assaulted his nostrils, making his eyes water as she applied it onto the wound, and watched Harry flinch at the contact before he relaxed.

"It's called Rigentem Crepito, it cools and numbs burnt skin. I just hope it works on this and eases his pain." She explained to him.

While Healer Williams charmed a cloth to stay cool and laid it on Harry's forehead, Madam Pomfrey brought over fresh bandages and began to wrap them around Harry's chest with Molly's help. Sirius went to the end of the bed and grabbed the wooden chair there and dragged it to the side of the bed so he could comfortably keep an eye on Harry. As the healers continued there work of fixing Harry, Sirius let his mind drift over the last two days, over all the panic and fear and utter helplessness he had felt. His mind conjured the image of Harry lying dead in the middle of the Great Hall, and knew that it would forever haunt him.

Sirius was startled out of his thoughts when Molly wiped his cheek and felt the wetness her fingers spread, and when he looked up at her he realized he had started to cry. His eyes scanned the room to look for the the healers, but they had left Harry's side and were now attending to different patients. Molly grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to his, and when she gave him a comforting smile despite the fact her own eyes were watering Sirius almost lost his control.

"They've done all that they can for now, when Harry is rested enough they'll see what else they can do for him," Sirius nodded, letting out a shuddering breath, "It's okay, you know, to cry. It's completely natural given the circumstances of the last few days. You have nothing to feel ashamed about." Molly said soothingly.

The image of Orion Black striking him as a child suddenly came to Sirius' mind, who had been punished for crying at the small age of six when a stinging jinx that his cousin Bellatrix had thrown at him, and had been scolded that men don't cry. Sirius knew his father had been wrong, he had seen grown men cry dozens of times during his lifetime, especially during the two wizarding wars he had lived through. So when Molly placed her arm around his shoulder Sirius let himself fall into her side and rest his head against her shoulder, and cried.

He cried because of all the pain and terror he had been through, for his family that had been hurt, for everything. He felt Molly shuddered as she too cried, and Sirius remembered painfully that she had just lost a son, that her family had been hurt too. He didn't know how long he sat there and cried against her, knowing that she'd been crying as well, but when his eyes turned puffy and drooped from exhaustion he slowly pulled away. Molly sat up straighter in her chair and reached out to grab his hand, looking as exhausted as he felt.

"The children will be coming soon," Molly said, pointing with her chin to the window, which showed that the sun had started to come up, "I'll be over where George is and wake him before his siblings do."

Molly patted his hand once before she rose from her chair and set it back against the wall, and offered Sirius her kind motherly smile before she walked down the room to where her son laid. Sirius turned his attention back to Harry, watching his chest rise up and down with each heartbeat, thankful that Harry was finally able to rest after all this hell he had been through. Clasping Harry's hand in his own, Sirius laid his arm down on the bed and used it as a pillow for his head, and tilted his head to the side so Harry was still in his line of sight. Sirius must of nodded off for a while, because when he blinked his eyes open the Hospital Wing was full of people visiting their loved ones and the sun was fully out.

He lifted his head off the bed and stretched his arms out, looking around the room before his eyes caught the red hair that could only belong to the Weasley's, and saw Molly and Arthur sitting by their sons bed with Fred and Bill sitting side by side with George, who was waving his arms out as he told what looked like a very exciting tale. Sirius got out of his chair and glanced at Harry again to make sure that he was still sleeping, then reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen on Harry's closed eyelids away before he walked towards the Weasley's.

"Good morning Padfoot!" George said as he saw Sirius approach, alerting everyone of his presence.

"How are you, George?" Sirius asked, noticing the bandage wrapped around his head.

"What's that? Can't hear you." George asked, cupping his hand around the area where his ear should of been.

Sirius had forgotten all about George's injury and felt guilt flare in him, and just as he opened his mouth to apologize George let out a cackle that was quickly joined in by Fred, and as Bill and Arthur chuckled Molly tried half-heartedly to be stern but ended up grinning so widely it contradicted against what she had been saying.

"At least we can always rely on you lot," Sirius said with a smirk, and reached out to ruffle George's hair, "Where's everyone else?"

"Ron, Ginny and Hermione came down with us and just left a few minutes ago to go check up on Remus." Arthur responded.

Sirius instantly froze where he stood. Shit. Remus hadn't even crossed his mind this whole entire time. The last time he had checked on Remus it had been before the Order Meeting to figure out what was wrong with Harry. He could be dying from the silver poisoning for all he knew, some friend he was.

"He's the last bed on the right side behind you." Bill said before Sirius could ask.

"Thanks."

Sirius gave a quick wave to them before he hurried to where he saw Ron, Ginny and Hermione talking to Tonks, who caught his eyes moments before he stopped at the foot of Remus' bed. His friend looked pale and sweaty, caught in an uneasy sleep.

"He's doing better. I should of come over and told you but I fell asleep, I just woke up about a half hour ago. Sorry." Tonks let go of Remus' hand for a moment to wipe her sweaty hands off on her trousers, a nervous habit.

Sirius sat down on the bed by Remus' feet and sighed, "It's not your fault. We're all trying to be two places at once and it's impossible. How is he?"

"He's stable right now, they restocked on Blood Replenishers and gave him a few to clean his blood of the silver. Madam Pomfrey said he'll heal fine, his back just might bother him for a while because he didn't get medical attention right away, the silver did some damage."

"How bad?" Fear and guilt gripped at Sirius.

"He probably won't be able to walk for long periods of time without a cane, and it'll be hard for him to run." Tonks answered, looking guilty herself.
Sirius looked down at Remus and smiled, "Now he'll be the spitting image of the old man that he's always acted like."

He heard snorts of laughter from Ron and Hermione while Ginny out right laughed, and Tonks managed to crack a smile.

"Piss off." Remus muttered, with closed eyes but a grin on his face.

They all jumped in surprise that he was awake, and as Remus opened his eyes Sirius scooted closer and looked at him.

"How you feeling Moony?" Sirius asked.

"I've been better, it feels like most of the silver is out of my system, I just feel weak." Remus admitted.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get the best cane possible." Sirius teased.

"Make sure it's mahogany."

Sirius let out a bark-like laughter, relieved Remus still had his sense of humor. Remus smirked at him and slowly raised himself into a sitting position, and when he grimaced Tonks hurried to fix his pillows to ease his back pain. When he was situated Tonks sat back down in her chair and grasped Remus hand, who squeezed her hand reassuringly and rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of her hand.

"We're gonna go sit with Harry." Hermione said as she, Ron and Ginny rose from the chairs they were sitting in.

"Let me know if anything changes." Sirius said.

Hermione nodded before she left with Ron and Ginny.

"How is Harry? Did you guys figure out what's wrong with his chest?" Remus asked.

Sirius told him about the Order meeting and how Dumbledore suggested that some part of Voldemort's soul must of lingered where the Horcrux was destroyed on Harry, and to break the connection Voldemort needed to be destroyed. He went on and described what happened to Voldemort when he stabbed him, and then the effect it had had on Harry.

"I still can't believe Dumbledore never told us that he thought Harry might of been a Horcrux. Remus said as he shook his head.

"He didn't guess Remus, he knew." Sirius corrected.

"HE WHAT?!" Remus yelled angrily, and tried to get himself out of bed.

"Calm down! You'll hurt yourself!" Sirius said and he and Tonks pushed Remus against his pillows.

"He fucking knew and didn't do a damn thing, just waited for Voldemort to do his dirty work." Remus snarled, ignoring the looks people in the Hospital Wing were giving him.

"I already chewed him out for all the shit he pulled, and trust me I wasn't the only one. Dumbledore will pay for what he did." Sirius promised.

"Don't be hastily, you too. You can't just go and attack Dumbledore." Tonks hissed at them both.

"He was willing to let Harry die to get rid of Voldemort, to sacrifice him." Remus said, clearly upset at the thought.

"I agree that it's unforgivable of Dumbledore to do that, but I watched Harry when he figured it all out, he would of sacrificed himself regardless of what Dumbledore had had in mind. Do he ever say what he had in mind?" Tonks said.

"I think he just expected that Harry would act and do it, which is exactly what he did. He shouldn't of had to, he's just a boy." Sirius whimpered.

"I saw how disgusted he looked when he figured out he was a Horcrux, he would of done anything to get rid of it. He wouldn't let his life get in the way of ending Voldemort's, not after everything Voldemort's done. Harry's gonna feel tainted and dirty after this, he's gonna pull away from us again." Remus said in despair.

"I won't let him, he deserves to be happy after all this. That boy hasn't had a day go by where he wasn't threatened or in danger, but now he does. And we'll make sure it stays that way." Sirius said fiercely.

Remus opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly perked up and looked around the room, which caused Sirius and Tonks to do the same, and then Sirius see Ron and heard him calling for him.

"Sirius! Harry's awake."

Surprise! I'm back. I feel awful I haven't posted in over a year. I got into a car accident last May and got pretty banged up, but now I'm fully healed and exciting to finish this story!