The Silver Kiss

Grimmauld Place

Author's Note: Well, here it is, took me a bit longer than I thought, but here it is!

Disclaimer: I'll give you three guesses to guess who it belongs to.

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The train ride was quiet. Their compartment was a repeat of travelling to school fifth year. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna Lovegood who was reading The Quibbler, with intensity. The silence was only interrupted by the tea trolley.

"Any sweets off the trolley dears?"

"I'll take some," Ginny replied, she turned to the others, "Fred and George sent me some money."

"And they didn't send me any?!?" Ginny shrugged and they returned to the silence.

When Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny stepped onto the platform they were swarmed. Tonks, Remus, Fletcher, and Moody greeted them. It seemed a joyous reunion, except when one took a closer look, they would see that bit was strained. Hermione, noticed how much older they seemed, too old. She sighed, but put on a smile as she greeted them all. Harry muttered greetings, but more or less ignored them.

"See yeah Harry," Neville called, as he was lead away by his grandmother. Her hat swinging wildly, as muggles dodged out of her way. Harry lifted his hand half way up before he dropped, it at his side.

"'Arry, come along to the car," Tonks called. Harry was seated between Lupin and Tonks, he watched as they attempted small talk with him.

"So, how's the new Dark Arts professor?"

"Alright, I guess."

"Flett, was down in Wales watching for smuggling of illegal artifacts, and the coming and going of Deatheaters."

"Is that so Tonks? Dumbeldore must have called some kind of favour, I guess." Harry began to feel sick and stared straight ahead, it might have been due to Tonks unruly blue hair.

"How's Snape? Haven't seen much of him around," Lupin prodded.

"I dunno, his usual self," Harry replied.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them exchanged glances. He closed his eyes, as they speed through London.

He was the first one to step into the house, and he peered into the darkness, a few Christmas decorations hung limply on the banister. People began to trickle in behind him, quietly, through the door. Until Ginny tripped over Crookshanks.

"HOW DARE YOU DEFILE THE HOUSE OF MY FOREFATHERS! YOU MUDBLOODS AND FREAKS!"

Moody shot a stunner at the portrait, and the group breathed a sigh of relief. Molly emerged from the basement, ladle in hand.

Harry, wordlessly, grabbed his trunk and went upstairs, leaving the group staring at his back. They heard the door click shut and gaped openmouthed. Ron went to follow when Moody grabbed his shoulder.

"Let him be-"

"-but..." Ron trailed off.

Lupin ushered the three of them into the drawing room and they watched as placed several enchantments on the door. Ginny wrinkled her nose, as she saw the Black tapestry still hanging on the wall. Lupin walked over a produced a letter from his pocket.

"From Dumbeldore," they waited for him to continue, "he says it's time, and he won't keep repeating the same mistakes." Hermione gave him a quizzical look.

"It's about the prophecy?" Ron asked. Lupin nodded in reply.

"You know what it says?" Ginny asked.

"Well, he wouldn't bring us here for nothing!" Ron cut in.

"If I may continue," Ginny and Ron hung their heads. "Only Dumbeldore, Harry and I know what it reads fully. By knowing you are bound to the Order and Harry. If Voldermort knew what it fully read, the consequences would be dire. The Order itself only knows part, your mother did not want you to know-"

"-figures," Ron muttered, as Hermione elbowed him.

"Because, it can put you in grave danger. If Voldermort ever, caught you, you could never let him know what it reads. The Wizarding world depends on it. Dumbeldore wanted to give you the option, as he knows Harry will not tell you, in fear. It would be best if Harry did not know that you knew. So I will ask you, do you wish to hear the prophecy?"

"If Harry can live with it, we can hear it," Hermione said, as the other two nodded in agreement .Lupin nodded and walked over to a trunk, they hadn't noticed before, he began muttering, and the trunk sprung open. A stone basin was inside and Hermione gasped.

"A pensieve!" Lupin nodded.

"Dumbeldore's," he proceeded to stick his wand in the whitish liquid and swirl it around. An image emerged.

"Trelawney?" Ron said bewildered.

"Listen," Lupin replied. They watched as the figure began to speak.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live will the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." The figure dissolved and a sombre silence entered the room. Hermione looked up.

"You mean Harry or Voldermort have to kill one another?" he nodded, "Oh Harry..." Ron had his face in his hands and Ginny was white.

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Harry was staring at the ceiling, he had been doing this a lot when he sat up, and grabbed some parchment.

-Neville

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to switch places with someone? I remember hearing an old muggle saying once, 'the grass is always greener on the other side.' Does that mean there is no such thing as happiness? What is happiness any ways? Is their really evil and good or just other people's dreams?

-Harry

He was about to crumple it up when he stopped. Harry looked and saw Hedwig sitting on the ledge, he tied the note to her leg and watched her take off into the white sky. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes.

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The house was dark, as people drifted in and out, mostly sombre looking order members. Harry watched from atop the stairs, he saw Hermione leave the living room, her eyes red and puffy and watched as Tonks tried to console her. He saw Snape leave his face void of expression and Harry felt a surge of anger.

"Harry." he whirled around to face Lupin emerging from the shadows, dressed in black, his face unshaven. "Come down, it will help." Harry began to laugh hoarsely.

"To say good bye right? To let go? What other bullshit do you want to feed me?" Lupin grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

"Yes Harry, to say good bye. Are you going to be arrogant and think you're the only one to care about him?" He stopped and Harry shook his head. Remus embraced him as he began to cry.

When he stopped he looked at him, "Harry it's okay to miss him." He led him down to the living room, he looked around and saw many people talking and mourning Sirius Black. Someone had bewitched the back wall, so it showed the Dog Star twinkling brightly. Harry turned and saw Dumbeldore watching him intently in the back corner. He began to drift towards Harry.

"Hello Harry," he nodded in reply. "I'm glad to see, that you decided to come, I know it must be difficult," a shrug. "Closure is often the best thing. It does not mean we forget, only that we come to terms with it and can embrace the memories we have left. I told you many years ago, death is the next adventure." Harry looked up, but he had already swept away, before he could reply.

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Harry opened his eyes, the memorial from the summer burned bright in his mind. He heard a crash down in the hallway, Tonks he decided.

"HOW DARE YOU TREAD INSIDE MY HOUSE! EVEN THOUGH THAT DESPICABLE SHAME OF MY FLESH IS GONE! YOU MUTANTS! SCUM! FILTH!"

Harry stood up, his rage bubbling, as he walked to his trunk. He reached inside and pulled from his trunk something shiny. A silver blade exposed. He began to head downstairs his chest heaving. He walked until he was facing the screeching portrait. He brought his blade to the portrait and began to rip it. Satisfying strips floated to the ground. He ignored the anguished screams. Order members burst from the basement and stood frozen, shocked as they watched the painting fall to the ground in pieces. Harry tore at it feverishly. Lupin, Hermione, Ginny and Ron burst from the Drawing Room. It was Ginny who ran up to him and grabbed his arm. He struggled against her, but she held him tight. He gave up and threw the knife to ground.

"Harry, we know it's alright." He looked into her warm, chocolate eyes and understood. He looked over at Ron and Hermione, before heading back upstairs. Only this time staring at the second bed beside his.

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The door opened and Ron stepped in.

"Thought you'd like to know," Ron paused, "Kreacher's dead, Lupin found him dead this morning under the water tank." The words rested in the air before Harry looked up.

"Going to put him on the mantle?" he smiled weakly. Ron walked over and clasped his shoulder. Harry let it rest there.

A/n: well there you go. Hope you enjoyed it. Just so you know I will be editing the second chapter shortly, it s no longer a seventh year fic, but a sixth year fic :)