Harry Potter and his whole world belong to JK Rowling. I am borrowing them and writing what I hope might happen in future books.

A Letter from Sirius

Harry opened the envelope, his hands shaking. In it was a letter, addressed to him, and a legal looking slip of parchment. This was surely Sirius's Will. Harry felt a lump form in his throat. He slipped open the letter first.

Hi Harry,

If you're reading this, then I am assuming that I am no longer there. I hope I was killed in battle with Voldemort and that I died nobly, maybe saving your life. I expect it would be the way that I would like to go, if I must go at all.

I regret that I won't be there for you, Harry. I am sorry. I know it's hard on you, losing James and Lily, and now myself. I regret that I only had a short time with you. If I could do it over, I would not have hunted Wormtail down, I would have told Dumbledore what happened and I would have taken you with me. I would have liked to see you grow up. You truly are an amazing person Harry. Don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise. I know Snape and Malfoy will try. Voldemort will try. I am the one who knows the truth. Listen to me.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at this point. That was so Sirius.

I don't know if Remus is alive now. I hope he is, and that I didn't get him killed along with me. He is a good man, Harry. He was the best of all the Marauder's. I'm not sure if I have the authority, but I am leaving Remus in charge of you, if you are still under age. If you need somebody to talk to, Remus is the one to go to. Trust me.

If Voldemort is still around, when I am gone, I want you to remember to always keep aware of your surroundings. To quote a slightly mad auror, "Constant Vigilance." Don't go looking for Voldemort, Harry. The final battle WILL come, and you need to prepare for it as much as possible. I have faith that you will beat him.

In the meantime, keep your head up and your eyes open. Do as well as you can at school and at your life. Be the best you can be. The best person, the best wizard. I will always be watching over you, performing my god fatherly duties in death as I was unable to do in life.

Harry, I am leaving number 12 Grimmauld Place to you. Right now, it is headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix, but hopefully it will no longer need to be when I am gone. However, the Black fortune is to be split between you and Remus, if he is in fact alive. He needs it, Harry. I hope you understand. I'm sure you do. I

only hope that he'll take money from me after I'm dead, as he never would when I was alive. He can be the most stubborn person I've ever known!

Harry laughed again. That, too, was very true.

I will see you again, Harry. It better not be for a very long time, though, or else I will have some words for you! I want you to have a long and happy life, Harry. I want for you to be free, as I have not been.

I will say hello to your mum and dad for you. Don't forget me, Harry. It has been a pleasure getting to know you. I only wish we'd had more time.

Love,

Sirius Black.

P.S. If I did die in battle…Harry, it is not your fault. Nor is it yours, Remus. I knew the dangers when I joined the Order.

There are some things worth dying for.

Harry felt the sob well up in his throat and could do nothing to prevent it. The tears that he'd been holding back for the last month…for his whole life…spilled over. He buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his tears from Remus, who still had his back to him. He got himself back under control as quickly as he could and looked up. Remus had turned around; tears were spilling from his own eyes. He took a deep, steadying breath.

"Remus, I had an idea, about this mirror."

Remus looked at him, but didn't say a word. Harry set the letter and the Will aside. He would look at the Will later.

"Sirius said that if I needed him, to use the mirror, and I could speak to him. Well, I've never needed him as much as I do this instant. And I've had an idea."

Remus came closer to him, still not speaking. His eyes were curious. His face was impassive.

"I was thinking that if we could take the other mirror…to the Department of Mysteries," Harry swallowed, trying to explain. "To the room with the archway. If we could slide the other mirror beyond the veil…maybe we could talk to Sirius."

Remus stared blankly at him. It looked as though shutters had closed over his eyes.

"You can't, Harry. If you get too close to the veil -" He shook his head, and then he looked at Harry sharply, his eyes focused once more. "What did you say?"

Harry looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"About the mirror. What did you say?" Remus crossed to him and was standing in front of him.

"I said that we could slide the other mirror beyond the veil."

There was a sharp intake of breath as Remus thought it over. He clapped his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Do you know, I think that could work? I don't know where the other mirror is, though."

At that minute, there was a knock at the door to the study. Harry looked up to see Hermione standing there nervously. Mrs Weasley, Ron and Ginny all stood behind her. Ron looked annoyed about something.

"What's up, Hermione?" Remus asked calmly.

"Well," she said, cautiously. "It's just occurred to me that I haven't seen Kreacher. Mrs Weasley said that she hasn't seen him in weeks. I wondered if you knew where he is."

Harry looked at Remus. "He hasn't gone to Mrs Lestrange has he?" His insides squirmed angrily at the thought. He knew that if anyone was to blame for Sirius's death, it was Kreacher. Kreacher had lied to Harry about whether or not Sirius was at 12 Grimmauld Place, told him that Sirius wasn't, and that was why Harry and his friends had ended up in the Department of Mysteries in June. That was where Sirius had lost his life. Harry could feel hatred boiling up inside him. He glared up at Remus.

"Where is he, Remus? Because I'm going to kill him. And just before I do that, I'm going to tell him that he's not going to get his goal of joining the headless wall." Harry stood up, his wand out, glaring around at Hermione, who just looked at him calmly.

"Well, you see," Remus began. Harry looked at him and saw that he looked very sheepish. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You see…the last full moon. I had a bad batch of Wolfsbane - I mean, elves are quite human like. What I mean is-"

Harry's mouth had dropped open. He stared up at Remus. He chanced a glance at Hermione. She was crimson with horror. Ron was trying not to laugh.

"Do you mean to tell me," Harry said, "that you ate Kreacher?"

Remus looked completely embarrassed and horrified. Ron was doubled over in silent laughter. Ginny, too, was crying with mirth. Mrs Weasley looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or be disgusted. Hermione's mouth had dropped open as well.

"You ate him?" she whispered. Remus looked at her, still more sheepishly.

"Well, in all fairness, it wasn't me. It was the wolf." Remus smiled, in spite of himself. "Apparently the wolf knew what the nasty little toe rag had done."

At this, Harry too, doubled over in laughter. Hermione looked around at them all. She looked around the room, biting her lip. Then she snorted.

"To tell you the truth, Professor Lupin, I can't think of anybody who deserved it more."