Authors Notes: And so, the end. Almost. Epilogue afterwards too!
Chapter Eighteen
Shifting in the uncomfortable chair -he swore they were made purposely like that to prevent people like him from getting comfy -Remus watched the ones that still slept after the battle.
Neville, Hermione, Gabrielle, Justin, Susan and Stacey were the first to wake earlier in the morning and now sat talking quietly. It pleased Remus to see Neville not withdrawing every time somebody addressed him.
The figure lying in bed on the left of Sirius' stirred.
Harry was waking up, bleary eyes blinking sleepily finding his bearings.
Remus handed him his glasses with a small smile,
"How are you feeling, Harry?"
He nodded his head and yawned,
"Tired, Remus… is it over? For good?"
Ever half asleep and groggy, Harry didn't forget what happened.
Just like his father.
"Almost, Voldemort is definitely gone for good, on the other hand his supporters aren't. Thankfully whatever that light was, it burned the 'mark into all the faithful Deatheaters arms but those like Snape who reformed," Remus shrugged, "somehow his has disappeared."
"And the Order caught quite a few before they all fled, Harry," said Hermione coming to sit on the edge of his bed, "Wormtail was among the ones they caught, so was Crabbe Senior and Lucious Malfoy."
A grin began to work its way over Harry's face, "The Ministry, do they know?"
"Yes, Sirius is -"
"Going to get a trial!"
If people could float, Remus would hazard a guess that Harry would be hitting the ceiling right now.
"Whas all the noise?" Ron croaked from across the room, hair imitating Harry's very well.
The redhead was quickly filled in, as were Yesi, Alfred and Freda as they woke up until only the twins, Orion, Sirius and Hannah still slumbered -blissfully unaware of Hermione's now frantic worrying,
"We've lost over a week of revision! Ron how can you roll your eyes at a time like this! And you Harry! We'll never be able to catch up!"
"Is that a screech owl I hear?" Orion sat up on her elbows, raising her eyebrows, "Trying to reach the higher than human hearing range there, Hermione?"
"Orion! Don't tell me you're not disturbed by the loss?"
"What loss?"
Remus took it upon himself to fill her in, "You've all been unconscious for eight days."
"Wow. No wonder I need the loo! 'Scuse me."
Jumping out the bed she padded past Sirius' bed with a long pause,
"Is he really my dad?"
Remus and Harry nodded.
"Did he know about me?"
This time they shook their heads.
Once she was out of earshot Sirius sat up.
A scraped laugh came out through a dry throat, "She's really my daughter, isn't she?"
"You know the answer to that already, old friend." Remus chided, "You know she is. We have some good news."
Orion heard the joyful yell from the toilet and returned to see Madam Pomfrey scowling at Remus for 'exciting' her patients.
"Why the yelling?"
"Oh no reason," Sirius was grinning madly, detracting from his words. Looking around, half the people present were in various stages of smiles and Orion felt one creeping over her own face even though she didn't know why. This was her father, her dad. The one she saw in her dreams… with her mother. "Orion, I'm your -"
"I know." she interrupted, laughing. "Don't say it... too many Star Wars flashbacks.
She laughed harder when all the wizard-born gave her confused looks.
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Authors Notes: I'll probably need to re-write these last eight or so chapters, or write the sequel i've got planned.. dunno. I got a whole AU universe, MWPP-era's and sequels but i dunno. I'm writing another completely different one by myself as well as another even more different one with a friend, so we'll see how it goes :D
Summary of the upcoming fic i'm writing:
Fags, theft and sleeping in bus shelters, exisled from the magical community, Harry Potter's Sixth Year will be more dangerous, more heartbreaking and far more revealing than any other.
Chapter Eighteen
Shifting in the uncomfortable chair -he swore they were made purposely like that to prevent people like him from getting comfy -Remus watched the ones that still slept after the battle.
Neville, Hermione, Gabrielle, Justin, Susan and Stacey were the first to wake earlier in the morning and now sat talking quietly. It pleased Remus to see Neville not withdrawing every time somebody addressed him.
The figure lying in bed on the left of Sirius' stirred.
Harry was waking up, bleary eyes blinking sleepily finding his bearings.
Remus handed him his glasses with a small smile,
"How are you feeling, Harry?"
He nodded his head and yawned,
"Tired, Remus… is it over? For good?"
Ever half asleep and groggy, Harry didn't forget what happened.
Just like his father.
"Almost, Voldemort is definitely gone for good, on the other hand his supporters aren't. Thankfully whatever that light was, it burned the 'mark into all the faithful Deatheaters arms but those like Snape who reformed," Remus shrugged, "somehow his has disappeared."
"And the Order caught quite a few before they all fled, Harry," said Hermione coming to sit on the edge of his bed, "Wormtail was among the ones they caught, so was Crabbe Senior and Lucious Malfoy."
A grin began to work its way over Harry's face, "The Ministry, do they know?"
"Yes, Sirius is -"
"Going to get a trial!"
If people could float, Remus would hazard a guess that Harry would be hitting the ceiling right now.
"Whas all the noise?" Ron croaked from across the room, hair imitating Harry's very well.
The redhead was quickly filled in, as were Yesi, Alfred and Freda as they woke up until only the twins, Orion, Sirius and Hannah still slumbered -blissfully unaware of Hermione's now frantic worrying,
"We've lost over a week of revision! Ron how can you roll your eyes at a time like this! And you Harry! We'll never be able to catch up!"
"Is that a screech owl I hear?" Orion sat up on her elbows, raising her eyebrows, "Trying to reach the higher than human hearing range there, Hermione?"
"Orion! Don't tell me you're not disturbed by the loss?"
"What loss?"
Remus took it upon himself to fill her in, "You've all been unconscious for eight days."
"Wow. No wonder I need the loo! 'Scuse me."
Jumping out the bed she padded past Sirius' bed with a long pause,
"Is he really my dad?"
Remus and Harry nodded.
"Did he know about me?"
This time they shook their heads.
Once she was out of earshot Sirius sat up.
A scraped laugh came out through a dry throat, "She's really my daughter, isn't she?"
"You know the answer to that already, old friend." Remus chided, "You know she is. We have some good news."
Orion heard the joyful yell from the toilet and returned to see Madam Pomfrey scowling at Remus for 'exciting' her patients.
"Why the yelling?"
"Oh no reason," Sirius was grinning madly, detracting from his words. Looking around, half the people present were in various stages of smiles and Orion felt one creeping over her own face even though she didn't know why. This was her father, her dad. The one she saw in her dreams… with her mother. "Orion, I'm your -"
"I know." she interrupted, laughing. "Don't say it... too many Star Wars flashbacks.
She laughed harder when all the wizard-born gave her confused looks.
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Authors Notes: I'll probably need to re-write these last eight or so chapters, or write the sequel i've got planned.. dunno. I got a whole AU universe, MWPP-era's and sequels but i dunno. I'm writing another completely different one by myself as well as another even more different one with a friend, so we'll see how it goes :D
Summary of the upcoming fic i'm writing:
Fags, theft and sleeping in bus shelters, exisled from the magical community, Harry Potter's Sixth Year will be more dangerous, more heartbreaking and far more revealing than any other.