Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate putting this on every time. I have been inspired by JKR's work, and plan on doing some original work of my own. I don't own Candle in the Wind 1997 either, its Elton Johns.

It is Harry's seventh year. He is in the Final standoff between him and Voldemort. I'm Sirius Black, in spirit form, and I'm watching all of the action from above.

"Avada Kedavra!" someone yelled. Amidst all the commotion, no one realized Harry had been hit full on his chest, and had fallen. Remus and Dumbledore ran to his side. Their faces fell as they realized he was dead.

"NO!!!" cried Ron and Hermione simultaneously. Hermione had tears streaming down her face. Ron's eyes had a fire in them to rival Dumbledore's when he was angry. He slowly stood and walked toward Voldemort. He was as steady as a hawk, awaiting his prey. (AN: I know this is a little out of character, but he grew stronger in the past seven years, he's matured.)

"Avada Kedavra!" Ron yelled out. He destroyed Voldemort out hate, anger, sadness, but mostly, out of love for Harry. His best friend. Everyone then empowered by Ron's bravery started shouting killing curses, and normal curses at their opponents, and the war was over. Harry and Sirius' spirits were watching everything intently. When Harry confessed he had had sex with Hermione only four months ago. "She'll never know I loved her." Harry whispered.

In the living world, Remus was breaking down. He had lost James, Sirius, and even Harry to the scumbag Voldemort. He couldn't take it. Dumbledore was trying to comfort him, and he kept trying to kill himself, until Dumbledore finally took his wand.

That was a temporary fix, because every night, Remus would try to do again. So Dumbledore broke his wand in half. Dumbledore missed Harry, he cried for the first time in many years. Remus was so depressed that he had stopped eating. He would have tried to starve himself if Dumbledore didn't continue to force the food down his throat.

Everyone who had seen Harry die right in front of them had some kind of remorse, even Draco Malfoy.

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Good bye Englands rose

May you ever grow in our hearts

You were the grace that placed itself

Where lives were torn apart

You called out to our country

And you whispered to those in pain

Now you belong to heaven

And the stars spell out your name,

And it seems to me you live your life like a candle in the wind

Never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in

And your footsteps will always fall here along englands greenest hills

Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will

Lovliness we've lost

These empty days with out your smile

This torch we'll always carry

For our nations Golden Child,

And even though we try

The truth brings us to tears

All our words cannot express

The joy you brought us through the years

And it seems to me you live your life like a candle in the wind

Never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in

And your footsteps will always fall here along englands greenest hills

Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will

Good bye Englands rose

May you ever grow in our hearts

You were the grace that placed itself

Where lives were torn apart

Good bye Englands rose

From a country lost

Without your soul

Who'll miss the wings of your compassion

More than you will ever know

And it seems to me you live your life like a candle in the wind

Never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in

And your footsteps will always fall here along englands greenest hills

Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will

your footsteps will always fall here along englands greenest hills

Your candles burned out long before your legend ever will

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But the story is not. Ron was stricken with grief, he had lost a best friend. Hermione had lost a boyfriend, though she had never told Ron or anyone, she was carrying Harry's child. She didn't even tell anyone until a day in Transfiguration five months after the battle. When the baby came. She had used a concealment charm on her stomach. But she couldn't hide the pain.

Hermione went into labor during class. She felt a slight dripping from her water breaking. She asked to go to the Hospital Wing, and grabbed Ron. She knew she had to tell him. "Ron, its….Oh my God. This hurts like Hell!" She gasped. Ron helped her to the Hospital Wing. She couldn't hide the truth, but she just kept Ron guessing. She couldn't look him in the face. She had had sex with Harry, since his death, she had been so lost without Harry. "It'll be ok dear," Madame Promfrey told her. "It's three seconds between contractions, we'll have to do it immediately. Who's the lucky father?" She asked glancing at Ron, but Hermione interrupted her. "It's Harry's…" "Why didn't you tell someone Hermione? You know I would have been there for you, we would have been there for you." Ron had tears in his eyes just from talking about Harry again. The baby had black hair, and bright blue eyes, like Hermione's. She and Ron thought of the perfect name, Sirius Harry Potter, it was boy and had his looks, and maybe his personality. Sirius and Harry would protect this little one, they had sacrificed so the next generation could live without Voldemort. Even though they were gone, they would live on in Hermione's child, and in our hearts and our minds.

Ten days after Dumbledore snapped his wand into pieces, Remus went out and bought himself a gun. He knew how to use it…..

Will Remus do the worst? Will someone walk in on him to save him? Will he decide not to on his own? You decide………

God Bless Sirius!~!

As you can see, I love Sirius

Those of you who read the 5th book,

You know what I mean.