Author's Note: Wow! Fifty reviews in 24 hours is quite a lot. I'm sorry to fans of "14" but I had to finish this first, with that kind of response. I'm afraid Voldemort's reaction isn't all that I cracked it up to be, though I still happen to like it, and I know it's a little out of character, so please don't flame me about that. Instead, it is Sirius who has the beat all, end all reaction. I truly enjoyed writing that, and I believe you will enjoy reading it. I must say I am very proud of myself for this fic and am looking forward to reading your reviews (should you decide that this fic deserves them). Enjoy. Please Review.

Disclaimer: Damn that Rowling woman! How dare she own all this when I have worked so hard on it! May she die a painful and horrible death! (But not really and definitely not until she has finished the Harry Potter books)

The Boy Who Lived is Dead (part 2)

The funeral was arranged quickly, and was very small for such an important celebrity. Only close friends (no family) were allowed to attend. Even Cornelius Fudge, with all of his clout, was kept out, despite all of his arguments. The press was allowed only one agent, Rita Skeeter, who could be controlled.

The first row was occupied by the speakers, those closest to Harry who knew him best. Albus Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, Minerva McGonall, Hagrid, and Sirius Black, whose innocence had been made known to all attendees. In the second row sat the rest of the Gryffindor fifth years. The third row was occupied by the Weasleys, all close friends with Harry. The fourth by Harry's teachers. The rest of the audience was made up of students (fellow Gryffindors plus a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs), other Hogwarts faculty, ghosts (Peeves was actually quiet) and anyone else who had befriended Harry over the years. In all there were less than one hundred in attendence.

The speeches were all long and sad. Not even Rita Skeeter could avoid crying. Everyone who spoke talked of Harry's bravery, kindness and all of his accomplishments. Everything that happened to him, from first year in Hogwarts to his last, was mentioned. Even the unlawful things he and his friends had done (Rita Skeeter would omit these from her reports) came out, bringing forth many gasps and then more tears from the audience. The speakers themselves were barely able to talk through their constrained throats and flowing tears.

Dumbledore talked mostly of Harry's bravery and his achievements. He seemed very old and tired during the speech. McGonall did the same, but mentioned more scholastic achievements than not. Hagrid bellowed his speech through a hoarse voice and loud sobs. Half of his speech was lost and forgotten beyond recovery after being smudged by his huge tears. Hermione's speech was very long, and extremely heartfelt. It was by far the longest and most thought out speech of the six, but no less tear-jerking than the rest. Ron's was from the point of view of a best friend. It was short and less eloquent than the rest (except Hagrid's), but was no less sad. He stumbled on several of the words, his voice cracking as he was clearly in agony, but he relentlessly finished, sitting down and letting the crying Hermione to put her head on his shoulder.

Of all these Sirius was by far the saddest and brought forth the most tears. It was not from the point of view of a mentor, a friend, or even a godfather, but from the view of a father. He talked of Harry as if he were his own son, stumbling worse than Ron had. When he was finished with the speech, no one knew it. He continued to stand, not leaving the podium from which he spoke. No one moved for a while. Sobs were the only noise. Sirius continued standing, tears falling from his eyes, as he looked down on the closed coffin of his godson. Several pictures stood on the coffin, all of Harry laughing or playing quidditch doing some other wonderful thing, always his bright green eyes laughing, always his mouth in a smile. The Boy Who Lived, his godson, Harry Potter, was dead.

"Oh James, I'm so sorry. I've failed you again. Oh, god, what have I done?" No one heard him.

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The site of the grave was Godric's Hollow. Harry Potter was now buried next to his mother and father. The group stood around the grave. The funeral was over, but no one left. They all just stood there, some weeping, some trying to comfort those who were weeping, and yet shedding tears themselves. All who could see looked at the gravestone of The Boy Who Lived. It read:

Harry Potter

The Boy Who Lived

July 31, 1981-July 31, 1996

Son of James and Lily Potter

A wonderful person

A good heart

A kind soul

A true friend

Blessed be those who walked this land with him.

Screams broke out in the back of the crowd as small pops became often enough to sound like muggle popcorn. Jets of light swept through the mourners swiftly, knocking down any who were in their path. Within a few seconds most of the crowd was stunned by the Stupify curse. What was left of them fought hard but were quickly overwhelmed by Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. The last to go down was Albus Dumbledore, defeated soundly in a rather short duel with the Dark Lord.

Voldemort strode up to the grave of Harry Potter, his followers stayed back to make sure everyone was stunned as he had commanded. He read the gravestone…and sighed. He pointed his wand at it, and muttered a few words no one heard. A green light streaked out of the wand and hit the gravestone. A small pop signalled his departure. A succession of them signalled his followers'.

When the crowd finally awoke, and had discovered no one dead and nothing missing, they finally saw the gravestone. Added to Harry Potter's traits, under "Son of James and Lily Potter" was this line:

A worthy opponent

Vernon Dursley was discovered dead later that day in his muggle jail cell. Above him hovered the Dark Mark, but on the forehead of the skull of the mark, was a small lightning bolt. It was the only time in all of Voldemort's reign that the Dark Mark was different. After this he returned to being his evil…and honorable self, once again bent on ruling the world…

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One Year Later:

Sirius Black was mad, absolutely insane. His insanity and Lord Voldemort's power had both grown quickly after Harry Potter's death, and Britain cowered in fear once more, beyond hope without their savior. The Dark Lord's name still brought forth winces from anyone who heard it, and the name of the of the Boy Who Lived brought forth tears. Tears of agony, defeat, and loss of hope.

But Sirius Black did not cry. Half the time he didn't even really remember his own name. He most certainly did not remember that he was a wizard. He walked among muggles who gave him queer looks but did not investigate. In normal times he would have been put into an insane asylum, but the muggle asylums were all overpacked as it was. An alarming number of people seemed to have gone "loony" in the past year, and the only explanations the wardens had for this was a new disease unknown to mankind.

But they had not attacked by a "new disease". They had been attacked by death eaters, tortured to the point of insanity, who were now very close to the point of walking the streets in daylight without fear of encounter. That was how bad it was in both the muggle and the wizarding world.

But Sirius Black knew none of this. He walked the streets alone, coming from nowhere and heading to nowhere. He was occasionally fed by a compassionate and merciful passerby, and other times simply took food without paying. He was not opposed when he did this, however. Either the owners of the food were kind out of pity, used to it (it happened quite a lot these days as Britain was falling apart), or were afraid of catching whatever "disease" he had gotten.

Whatever wizards or witches saw him ran away in fear, not daring to try to face the right hand of Voldemort himself. Whenever someone ran away from him, he laughed. He didn't know why. But he found it amusing, in the back of his mind, that people ran away from him. He never saw anyone he knew, or maybe he did. It wouldn't matter.

One day he was going through his usual routine, walking the muggle streets of London, when the sound of screams entered his ears. He didn't really notice all that much. He was used to it. People heard screams quite a lot, these days. These days, every person knew, or every SANE person knew, that if you heard screaming, you ran in the other direction and hoped that whatever was making someone scream didn't come after you.

But as I have said many times thus far, Sirius Black was not sane. He was quite deranged. Thus as he saw screaming people running by him in the opposite direction, he just continued walking obliviously in the direction he was going. In fact, he was humming a song and smiling. He continued to smile but stopped humming, when a circle of Death Eaters suddenly appeared around him, Voldemort himself inside the circle.

"Hello," he said brightly, not wanting to be rude.

"Hello, Black" said Voldemort in a cruel, cold voice. Sirius didn't like the voice, but was more interested in what this stranger had called him. "Black" he had said. He guessed that that was his name. His hair was black. His clothes were dark with dirt with lack of cleaning, but they weren't really black. His shoes were black, but they might have been a different color once, he couldn't really tell. And he distinctly remembered (or as distinctly as an insane person can) being called "Sirius Black" by people who ran away from him. But this brought back the memory of the people who ran away from him. And, as you recall, he found them to be quite funny, so he started laughing again, nearly forgetting his company.

Well, as you can imagine, the Dark Lord was not happy to be laughed at, and raged at the insane man in front of him. "How dare you laugh at me! How dare you laugh at Lord Voldemort!"

But somewhere, in the back of Sirius Black's mind something clicked. He laughed harder. "Voldemort?" He gasped between fits of laughter, "Voldemort? Vol de mort? Flight from death?" And this made him laugh even harder, barely able to breathe in the occasional gasp of air.

"Wormatail, Pettigrew, come here, deal with him."

Black stopped laughing for a moment. "Pettigrew? Peter Pettigrew? Peter, Pet he grew?" And then he began laughing again, absolutely hysterically, barely registering somewhere in the back of his mind that Wormtail was actually an animagus rat who had grown to become a pet of the Weasley family, and that he would "peter" (fearfully back out of) out of anything remotely dangerous. He also vaguely remembered himself as a black dog, and that Sirius was the brightest star in the sky, and also called the "Dog star" and that thus the name, Sirius Black, translated to black dog. This made him laugh even harder.

"Crucio!" The chubby bald man shouted, a bit scared of his old friend, and a bit intimidated by being made fun of. The curse had no affect on Sirius, who continued laughing all the harder.

Voldemort raged even more. "Malfoy!" he shouted, pushing the sniveling Wormtail out of his way. "Make him pay!"

"Mal foi?" Sirius was going nuts (even though he already was nuts). "Mal foi", as french scholars know, means "bad faith". Sirius knew a bit of french. Enough to know what vol de mort and mal foi meant, anyway. And thus he continued laughing hysterically. (I would say harder, but he simply couldn't laugh any harder.) The Cruciatus curse, this time performed by a very irritated Lucius Malfoy, once again had no affect on him.

"Avada Kedavra!" shouted Voldemort, hysterical with rage. But in that moment Sirius burst into song. It had a beautiful and joyful melody; it was the tune he had been humming to himself earlier. He did not know where the words or the tune came from, but happily sang them.

"The day was near

But now has come

The dark side is lost

The light side is won!

Happiness and joy

Will rule once again

As love fills the hearts

Of women and men!

The Dark Lord is dead!

His henchmen defeated!

A laugh and this song

Were all that was needed!

And back I will go,

Back to my friends!

Whom I will be so glad

To see once again!

Many things happened at once during this song. The Killing Curse, a green streak of light aimed straight at Sirius Black's heart bounced off harmlessly, instead hitting Lucius Malfoy, killing him instantly.

Voldemort tried again, but found that his magic was somehow disabled by the song. All of his magic. And his heart stopped, and then…he ceased to be. His Dark Magic, in all of its massive amounts, was all that was keeping him in the world. He biologically died long ago. This was his last thought before he died…permanently.

Peter Pettigrew died as well. But he died very slowly and painfully. As previously mentioned, all of the Dark Lord's magic was somehow disabled by the song. Wormtail's silver hand was His magic. Thus it ceased to be as well. Blood came gushing quickly and painfully out of Wormtail's now open wound on his arm…half arm, I should say. He died bleeding to death. No one helped him, and he was quite useless under pressure.

The Death Eaters dispersed, running from the site of their lord's death, screaming in pain as the dark mark on their arms burned deep black for the last time and then vanished. They would never convene again.

Sirius Black, after he finished the song, took one look around him, and collapsed to the ground…and died. He had had almost no air for almost fifteen minutes. But as he fell he remembered long ago and far away an old wise man saying "Ah music, a magic beyond all we do here…"

He had one more thought before he died. It was both conscious and sane. "Harry, James, I'm comin' home."

The End

Author's Note: Thank you all very much for your reviews. I hope you liked it.