If you want to destroy my sweater- the long awaited chapter 25.
This will be the final chapter I'm afraid, I have other stories to write- like moonlit horizons which is getting good. I'm sorry I left it so long, but I got really bored with this storyline (or lack of) so there you go. You know, this has been so long that I've forgotten what I wrote for the last chapter apart from that remus was in distress.... Uhm... right... the edea in this story has nothing to do with the edea in MH by the way, in case you were wondering even tho they're very similar. This was written in my Sirius phase, I'm now in A SNAPEY PHASE!!!
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The conclusion of a very long winded 3 part story) its going to be short purely because I don't like this, and I want to get it over with.
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Back at Hogwarts, Remus had been taken to the hospital wing immediately, with a very worried Harry asking what had happened. Peter had been taken straight to the ministry of magic, and was being tested with Veritaserum. The unofficial word was that Sirius Black was now free, even though he had had his trial weeks before, it had not been marked down in any form of official wording, but it looked promising now. Sirius was sitting on a chair, having his leg magically re-cast, and Snape had just left after receiving the same treatment. He was brooding in his dungeons. The ministry officials were at the scene of the Riddle house. Voldemort's broken and bloodied remains had been brought out on a slab of stone, it seemed unbelievable that he had destroyed himself in the process, but all evidence pointed towards exactly that.
"Has he really gone?" Sirius asked Harry across the room, "I honestly didn't see much, I thought you might have, being up on the broom and everything."
"I heard him shout the curse... but my dad... he told me to go... I didn't have a choice." Harry looked down. "The diary, his diary... it's not working anymore... I just wanted to talk to him... tell him some stuff... but it won't open anymore."
"Give it to Dumbledore." Edea muttered, feeling Remus' forehead. "He's coming here soon, had to talk to Arabella about Voldemort. Neither of them believe he's gone for good."
"But it's a start, even if it's just another twelve or so years, right?" Harry looked pleadingly at Sirius. "Even if it's just for a while, it's better than nothing."
"I have to agree with you, but it we can hit him when he's down it would be even better. We cant just keep hitting him then letting him fall and re-grow and hit him again and again it'll become a vicious circle." Siirus buried his head in his bandaged hands. "Oh Remus mate, you've got to get your arse back in gear."
Remus didn't move.
Harry leaned back in a spare chair. "I've still got his sweater."
"Who's? James?"
"Yeah."
"Good for you." Sirius smiled weakly, "you know, I've had bones re-set so many times, but this hurts so much more."
"When you and Edea get a house, can I live with you again?"
"Well where else were you going to live?" Sirius rolled his eyes. "With those low life Dursleys? I think not."
"Thanks." Harry murmured. "I just think I'm going to wake up, and this will all be one long and incredibly detailed dream."
"Bloody hell if it was a dream, Harry mate, I want to know where all the nude women are." Sirisu looked round expectantly.
"Is that all you e...ever think a...about?" A croaky voice stuttered
"REMUS!" Sirius practically threw himself at Remus who was gingerly opening one eye, croaking out words.
"REMUS!" Harry shouted in surprise, joining Sirius in the mad rush to hug Remus.
"You dipstick, what do you think you were going to do mate? Die on me?" Sirius was almost crying with laughter.
"If you want to destroy my sweater you're going the right way about it." Remus coughed out, wary of Sirius and Harry tugging at the tatters of his jumper.
"Don't need to mate, you've already done that." Sirius groaned. "Oh! The irony! Save me!"
"Back to usual for him then." Remus asked Harry.
"Back to usual." Harry nodded, smiling.
This will be the final chapter I'm afraid, I have other stories to write- like moonlit horizons which is getting good. I'm sorry I left it so long, but I got really bored with this storyline (or lack of) so there you go. You know, this has been so long that I've forgotten what I wrote for the last chapter apart from that remus was in distress.... Uhm... right... the edea in this story has nothing to do with the edea in MH by the way, in case you were wondering even tho they're very similar. This was written in my Sirius phase, I'm now in A SNAPEY PHASE!!!
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The conclusion of a very long winded 3 part story) its going to be short purely because I don't like this, and I want to get it over with.
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Back at Hogwarts, Remus had been taken to the hospital wing immediately, with a very worried Harry asking what had happened. Peter had been taken straight to the ministry of magic, and was being tested with Veritaserum. The unofficial word was that Sirius Black was now free, even though he had had his trial weeks before, it had not been marked down in any form of official wording, but it looked promising now. Sirius was sitting on a chair, having his leg magically re-cast, and Snape had just left after receiving the same treatment. He was brooding in his dungeons. The ministry officials were at the scene of the Riddle house. Voldemort's broken and bloodied remains had been brought out on a slab of stone, it seemed unbelievable that he had destroyed himself in the process, but all evidence pointed towards exactly that.
"Has he really gone?" Sirius asked Harry across the room, "I honestly didn't see much, I thought you might have, being up on the broom and everything."
"I heard him shout the curse... but my dad... he told me to go... I didn't have a choice." Harry looked down. "The diary, his diary... it's not working anymore... I just wanted to talk to him... tell him some stuff... but it won't open anymore."
"Give it to Dumbledore." Edea muttered, feeling Remus' forehead. "He's coming here soon, had to talk to Arabella about Voldemort. Neither of them believe he's gone for good."
"But it's a start, even if it's just another twelve or so years, right?" Harry looked pleadingly at Sirius. "Even if it's just for a while, it's better than nothing."
"I have to agree with you, but it we can hit him when he's down it would be even better. We cant just keep hitting him then letting him fall and re-grow and hit him again and again it'll become a vicious circle." Siirus buried his head in his bandaged hands. "Oh Remus mate, you've got to get your arse back in gear."
Remus didn't move.
Harry leaned back in a spare chair. "I've still got his sweater."
"Who's? James?"
"Yeah."
"Good for you." Sirius smiled weakly, "you know, I've had bones re-set so many times, but this hurts so much more."
"When you and Edea get a house, can I live with you again?"
"Well where else were you going to live?" Sirius rolled his eyes. "With those low life Dursleys? I think not."
"Thanks." Harry murmured. "I just think I'm going to wake up, and this will all be one long and incredibly detailed dream."
"Bloody hell if it was a dream, Harry mate, I want to know where all the nude women are." Sirisu looked round expectantly.
"Is that all you e...ever think a...about?" A croaky voice stuttered
"REMUS!" Sirius practically threw himself at Remus who was gingerly opening one eye, croaking out words.
"REMUS!" Harry shouted in surprise, joining Sirius in the mad rush to hug Remus.
"You dipstick, what do you think you were going to do mate? Die on me?" Sirius was almost crying with laughter.
"If you want to destroy my sweater you're going the right way about it." Remus coughed out, wary of Sirius and Harry tugging at the tatters of his jumper.
"Don't need to mate, you've already done that." Sirius groaned. "Oh! The irony! Save me!"
"Back to usual for him then." Remus asked Harry.
"Back to usual." Harry nodded, smiling.
