Last Chapter…

"Wow, Remus. That's – that's the best thing anyone's ever done for me…" Harry looked back at Dumbledore with sad eyes. "So who could you bring back?"

And the door opened again.

Harry went pale. Then back to his normal color. Then pale again. He blinked. And blinked again.

"You're absolutely fucking kidding me."

The Headmaster seemed to not mind this comment, and instead said, "Harry, I cannot begin to fathom the hurt that you've been through, and as you know, every person who has died at the hands of Voldemort or a Death Eater and so forth goes through the veil, so –"

He was cut off by the sounds of two people crying. And there in front of them, embracing like there was no tomorrow, was Harry Potter and Sirius Black. Harry's hands were holding on so tightly to Sirius it looked like it hurt, but Sirius didn't seem to feel a thing. They were both weeping heavily, out of pure joy.

"Harry, I'm so sorry I ever left you. I was just taunting her and I was practically asking for it, and I'm really, really so-" Sirius stopped short at the sight of his godson when he pulled away from the hug.

Harry's hair was still matted and all over the place, but his face was tearstained all over. His eyes shone widely with nothing but love. He was all pure, raw emotion at that moment.

"Sirius. I—I don't know a thing about what's going on right now, except that since you d-died, I've been falling into this pit of depression. I've been to the Great Hall for dinner about 2 times a week, and even when I'm there, I don't eat and I only stay for a few minutes and I haven't slept properly since the day – well, you know – and Headmaster," Harry said, turning to Dumbledore, "if this is a prank of bad taste, I advise you put a silencing charm on me now, because I will be cursing so badly –"

"I assure you, Mr. Potter, that this is no bad prank. Either way, that would be Mr. Lupin's department! But yes, we've brought Mr. Black back to his full body and soul. And – Sirius?"

Sirius was staring intently at Harry and Remus, back and forth.

"I don't know who to hug first." Harry was shocked for a second, but then motioned to Remus. Sirius ran over to his best friend, and wasted no time with words. Remus was now crying into Sirius' shoulder, more so than Harry had been.

Harry sat down in his corner again, eyes wide and focused on the floor. He tuned out to the apologies and greetings that were going on and just focused. Focus. This isn't a dream. I swear. If it is, I'm going to tie Dumbledore to a Quidditch post and let out the bludgers on him. Harry looked up form the floor to see Sirius kneeling next to him.

"Hey, kiddo. I know this is really a lot for you to realize right now," he sniffed, "but, I just want to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't take you in 16 years ago, I'm sorry I didn't stay in hiding better, I'm sorry I didn't tell you enough about your parents, I'm sorry I talked and didn't listen to you, and I'm sorry for ever getting you into this whole mess. If I had just taken the job as Secret Keeper, then –"

"Sirius Black don't you dare finish that sentence! Every single bit of this is Peter Pettifuck's fault, and if you tell me otherwise, I'll tie YOU to a Quidditch post and let the bludgers after YOU!"

"Wait –who else are you doing that to?"

"Oh – wait – nevermind. Just – just promise me, you'll never do something so – so marauder-ish like taunting a psyco-crazy-killer-cousin again – please…I really need a godfather…"
"And you'll always have one," Sirius finished. "Were you really that depressed?" His voice turned gentler.

"You have no clue." Harry's eyes looked into Sirius', and were filled with complete and utter honesty. "You were the only family I had left, and then you were just – gone. I mean, the Weasleys and Hermione are all really great, but it's not the same." He looked down again.

"You – you really think I'm family?"

"More then anyone, Sirius! You were my father's other half, blood brother – you were everything to him, next to my mum and Remus. You're everything to me, too, Sirius. I have no other family – " Harry trailed off.

"And the Dursleys are . . .?"

Sirius saw Harry automatically shudder at the name, but then heard the reply. "Not worthy to even know you, my mum, dad, or Remus." Sirius smiled at that.

"You've no clue what that means to me, Harry."

"Sirius – I know you came back from the veil because of Dumbledore – but can you promise me that you'll never – ever- do anything like that again?" Concern and hope filled his eyes.

"I promise Harry. I swear – I promise." Sirius' reply was muffled yet clear as Harry buried his face into Sirius' shoulder, and Sirius' face into Harry's head.

Remus walked over to the two cautiously.

"Hey, Harry – I talked to Dumbledore and I know what happened in Potions – and I'm not mad at you – just concerned. Harry," Remus looked to the floor, and back up again, "what were those poems supposed to mean?"

"What poems? What happened in Potions?" Sirius was curious, yet worried at Remus' tone. So Remus told Sirius all that happened, from the remarks about Sirius snuffing it – where he visibly tensed – to the poems that Remus was so worried about. All the while, Harry was staring longingly out into the mid-afternoon sky.

"Harry – what about those poems – the first one I can understand – well, not really, but – the second one, just well, scared me." He waved his wand and those same words appeared.

The red ribbons decorate the cream lengths
Flowing freely down to the frozen floor
A body, torn in half, innocence ripped from its soul
Laying in the thick layer of white ice
Twisted, wrenched, cold, tangled
The ribbons wrap themselves around the whole of the pale model
All innocence lost, taken from one heart, brought into another's
Unwillingly, at that. Repeatedly, at that.
Yet deservingly, at that.

Sirius' eyes had tears, and Harry was still gazing out into the clouds.

"Not now, guys. Just – not now. Professor Dumbledore – oh Godric – my journal. WHY did I give them my journal?" Harry's eyes widened in fear and realization. "SHIT!" He turned around to face Dumbledore. "You HAVE to get that back – I swear, if anyone reads that – I have things in there from the – the summers and the times I was at the Dursleys and no one should know about my 'home' life and I have things in there about visions and nightmares I've had and – SIRIUS! I HAVE THINGS IN THERE ABOUT SIRIUS! PROFESSOR, I'M NOT GETTING SIRIUS IN TROUBLE AGAIN! YOU HAVE TO GET THAT BACK!" Harry kept pleading.

"Harry, Harry, please calm down – we will talk about these visions, later, but I cannot get your journal back."

"Just Accio it!"

Seeing that no one would comply, Harry ran all the way down to the Potions classroom, with the Invisibility Cloak tight around him. Remus followed, Sirius being reprimanded by Dumbledore for running out into the corridors as himself, not Snuffles.

Draco, was more confused then he'd ever been. 'Harry's home life? Harry caring about Sirius? Well I know that Black is innocent, because Father talks of Pettigrew so often – but – that poem – oh god, what am I getting myself into – "

SPOILERS! – What will happen when Dumbledore talks to Malfoy? OBVIOUSLY Dumbledore can see through invisibility spells – duh…And what will Draco say to Harry? What about the Journal?

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