Disclaimer:  I do not own Harry Potter, and all that other stuff you've heard in disclaimers a million times.  I do not own "Fallen" by Sarah McLachlan and "A Home" by the Dixie Chicks.

A/N:  Ok, this is the last chapter (sniff), and I will have a section at the end thanking the reviewers, instead of the beginning.  And, as you may have guessed, this is a special DOUBLE song chapter!  Enjoy!

Heaven Bend to take my hand

And lead me through the fire

Be the long awaited answer

To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I tried my best

But somewhere along the way

I got caught up in all there was to offer

But the cost was so much more than I could bear

And though I've tried I've fallen

I have sunk so low

I messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here and

Tell me I told you so

We all begin with good intent

When love is raw and young

We believe that we can change ourselves

The past can be undone

But we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals

In the lonely light of morning

In the wound that would not heal

It's the bitter taste of losing everything

I've held so dear

And though I've tried I've fallen

I have sunk so low

I messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here and

Tell me I told you so

Heaven bend to take my hand

I've nowhere left to turn

I'm lost to those I thought were friends

To everyone I know

Oh they turn their heads embarrassed

Pretend that they don't see

That it's one miss-step one slip before you know it

And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

And though I've tried I've fallen

I have sunk so low

I messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here and

Tell me I told you so

Mel stood on the cliff that overlooked the city before her.  She and Sirius had bought a house on a beautiful cliff over the city, for there was nothing Mel loved more than to see the bright lights glow in the night.  And she loved views and winds.  The cool gust lifted up her hair, which was a feeling she loved.  But there was no way she could enjoy it.  Lily was dead.  James was dead.  And she knew all along…

"Dammit!" she screamed, as she kicked up some of the lose dirt and pebbles.  Why did it have to turn out this way?  Sirius had gone off to Godric's Hollow to see if they could take in little Harry.  God bless that boy, she thought.  He was just a tiny baby, but he single-handedly defeated Voldemort.  Yet, there was something odd about him.  Lily had had an extremely early pregnancy.  The doctor had said the baby was so powerful, he needed to come out.  It seemed as if a strange force was ordered the delivery of that baby.  Mel, herself, was having a rather long pregnancy.

She looked down and rubbed her large stomach.  The child was kicking.  "It's ok, baby, Daddy'll be home soon."

Mel turned and left after taking one long look over the city.  She sat down at a nearby desk, and practically felt the emotions building up into a lump at the back of her throat.  She put her head on her arms on the desk and cried.  She should have told them, none of this should have happened.  It wasn't fair.

Nothing in life is fair, a little voice in the back of her mind told her.  But you know they're not gone.  They never were.

Mel stopped crying.  Inspiration suddenly struck her.  She pulled a pen and a piece of paper from out of the desk drawer and started to write.

I walked along the cliffs today,

Where the wind sways soft and clever.

And though my footprints have blown away,

I shall remain forever.

Mel, her spirits slightly raised, walked over to a shelf and pulled down a beautiful glass goblet.  It was their wedding glass, and she cherished it.  Whenever she held it, and felt the smooth touch of the midnight blue glass, she remembered their wedding.  She remembered when everyone was still here.  It gave her a feeling of comfort and warmth.  She smiled.

"Wait till Daddy finds out you're a girl!" whispered Mel to her stomach.  They had never really questioned the topic before, but Mel recently got a call from the doctor with the information.

There was a knock at the door.

"That must be him now!"

Mel hurried over to the door and turned the knob.

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Sirius Black went flying through the air on a broom.  The frigid wind around his face made him only go faster.  He had asked Hagrid to give Harry to him, but Hagrid wouldn't give him up.  He didn't exactly know why, though.  His thoughts were all hazy.  James and Lily were dead and he just wanted to get home and be with Mel.  He needed her more than ever now.  He could feel the icy tears on his face freeze, but he didn't care.  He just wanted to get home.  What if Mel had gone into labor and he wasn't there to bring her to the hospital?  Pregnant witches aren't supposed to use floo powder, and she wouldn't be able to get there any other way, now that his motorcycle was gone.

He soon came upon his house, but as he flew closer, he realized something was wrong.  When he got even closer, he knew something was DEFINITELY wrong.  The house was in rubble, no trace of Mel, or anybody.  Not even a baby (in case she had gone into labor).  There were emergency wizards and witches from the Ministry all around the house, looking through the rubble for anything.

"Excuse me, sir," said a wizard with a bushy mustache on his upper lip.  "Are you Sirius Black?"

"Y-yes, I am," he answered, terrified of why the wizard had a grave expression on his face.  "Where is my wife?  Is Mel ok?"

The man looked down.  "Come with me."

He led Sirius to the edge of the cliffs and knelt down.  He picked up a pale blue piece of cloth, and handed it to Sirius.

"We found this here, and there's another piece caught on that branch down there."  He pointed down at a long, spindly branch jutting out from a vine clinging to the side of cliff.  "We suspect a Death Eater attack.  You and your wife were important aurors, and in light of recent events…"  He trailed off, seeing the expression on Sirius's face.  The man slowly walked away, realizing Sirius needed to be alone.

He knelt down, and put his head in his hands, letting out long, cold sob after long, cold sob.  She was gone, never to return, dead…murdered…

Why this?  Why everything?  Was life worth living anymore?  Did he have a reason to be?  No, he didn't.  His baby – their baby was gone too, over the cliff.  He could see his love, life, and strength hurtling over the edge.  If only he'd been here…just to protect them…

He mounted his broom once again and took off.  He felt like he'd been flying for days.  He finally landed in a muggle town.  He set his broom in an alley where no one would see, then wandered off.  He didn't know where he was going.  His mind and his body were separate now.  They never agreed anymore.

He kept on walking, until he saw something, something he never expected to see here. 

"Peter!  Peter!"

Sirius ran frantically towards his friend.  He needed someone to talk to, just to sort his life out.  But Peter stared at him, developing an evil smirk on his face.

"Well, well, Sirius Black.  You've got nerve to be here."  His voice became higher.  "LILY AND JAMES, HOW COULD YOU?"

"Peter, you know I didn't-"  A thought struck Sirius.  He filled with rage instantly.  "YOU!  I told them to – you were their new Secret Keeper…And, and Mel must've found out…YOU KILLED HER!!  SHE KNEW, AND SINCE VOLDEMORT WAS GONE, YOU DID HIM A FAVOR!  OH, I'LL KILL YOU!!!"  Sirius didn't want to use a wand.  He wanted to get at Peter with his bare hands.

"You catch on quick, Black."

But before Sirius could react, there was a crash, and a flash of light. 

As Sirius spent many lonely years in Azkaban, he occassionally read a small piece of paper he'd found in the rubble of his house:

I walked along the cliffs today,

Where the wind sways soft and clever.

And though my footprints have blown away,

I shall remain forever.

And he always had this message with him.  He kept it when he broke out of Azkaban, was on the run, and stayed in Grimmauld Place.  This poem helped him realize what was worth living for – was was worth fighting for.  And he read it everyday until his body passed through that fluttering, mesmerizing veil.  "I coming, Melissa," were his final thoughts And though his tale has come to an end, he remains on the immortal pages forever.

I mistook the warnings for wisdom

From so called friends quick to advise

Though your touch was telling me otherwise

Somehow I saw you as a weakness

I thought I had to be strong

Oh but I was just young, I was scared, I was wrong

Not a night goes by

I don't dream of wandering

Through the home that might have been

And I listened to my pride

When my heart cried out for you

Now every day I wake again

In a house that might have been

A home

Guess I did what I did believing

That love is a dangerous thing

Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore than never knowing

Not a night goes by

I don't dream of wandering

Through the home that might have been

And I listened to my pride

When my heart cried out for you

Now every day I wake again

In a house that might have been

A home

A home

Four walls, a roof, a door, some windows

Just a place to run when my working day is through

They say home is where the heart is

If the exception proves the rule I guess is true

Not a night goes by

I don't dream of wandering

Through the home that might have been

And I listened to my pride

When my heart cried out for you

Now every day I wake again

In a house that might have been

A home

The End.

A/N:  Ok, that's it!  How'd you all like my story?  I just want to express my thanks to everyone who reviewed The Past Can Never Lie.  Thank you!!!  I couldn't have kept this story going if it wasn't for all your wonderful comments! 

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A/N:  Ok, I lied.  Not exactly the end.  There's going to be a SEQUEL!!!  Yes, a sequel!  It will be called "To You I Raise My Glass", and I hope to get the first chapter up soon.  Hope you guys like it as much as this one.  THANK YOU AND YOU'RE THE BEST!!!