Hullo!

You wonderful people out there! My, but aren't you looking attractive today. New haircut? New clothes? Perhaps a fresh tan?...Is the flattery working? Ah good. Anyways, here I am again with a brilliant new chapter of Closure of the Prophecy. Mind you, it wasn't that easy writing up this one, given the fact that I kept having to go over it time and time again amidst studying for my classes and battling a rather nasty cold. The studying I'm done with, but the cold has decided it likes me and is picking out curtains. But anyway, enough of my blabber and onto the chapter!

HoofsTails gal: jivvys eh? Hmmm...And whats this about you dying if I stop? Talk about motivation. If you catch up, I'll continue, how does that sound? ;P

skittles-07: I'll try to address each part of your review as best I can, but keep in mind, its alot to sort through. ::takes a deep breath:: OK! Prolly the most important thing you tried to get across was the whole Harry/Jimmy thing. Now, I know I kinda bombed with the way I approached this, but it was KINDA necessary. Mind you, I honestly didn't mean to make Harry change all that much. Well, actually, I did. Harry was all moody and nonchalant at the beginning because of what he had been through. The whole Cienna dying, Hermione hitching up with Voldy thing. He kinda lost perspective of who and what he was. He kinda kept that through Christmas, but lost it soon as he met Jimmy. The reason for that was because Harry felt he could return to something close to normal. See, he lost alot of people, but with gaining a brother, Harry relaxed significantly. He had reassurance in the form of Jimmy, so, he went back to being himself. Granted, I know I kinda cut his character a bit short. I didn't mean to. It comes from not having anyone but myself read through the chapters before I publish them. But trust me, it wasn't my intention on making Harry come off as "stupid and out of character". As for Jimmy gaining Harry's personality, AGAIN, didn't mean to happen. Jim's original personality was supposed to be VEEEEEEEERRYYYYY different than what I ended up writing. But i kept his main traits intact: Incredibly smart, wry sense of humor, sophisticated and mischevious. So, if he's coming across as a know-it-all and overshadowing Harry, its what I meant to do. He's supposed to be a very powerful personality, its part of who he is.Only reason Jimmy was more prodominant in the last chapters was because he's brand new and I needed to develop his personality . So since Harry was always laidback, he kinda gets pushed aside.(review long enough yet? haha) Anyways. I'll try to edit what I've written so far to try and bring Harry back from his hiatus. Don't worry, he's not gonna stay close-lipped for long. He IS Harry afterall. It'll even out in the future, don't worry. As for killing Hermione off, hmmmm...tempting.

Wow, well that was a novel in itself... 8/

TheNash: ::bows:: Glad you liked it. So, soon as I finish writing that chapter, I'll email it to you. Oh! And enjoy your vacation! Don't forget to send me a postcard!!

hessian: Brilliant, huh? I love it when I get new fans. It makes being a writer all worth while =)

A/N: Just so skittles-07 doesn't kill me, there's LOTS of Jimmy in this chapter. Couldn't be avoided...SORRY SKITTLES! ::quickly ducks in his bomb-shelter::

Harry peered over at his brother curiously. In relation to the excitement around them right now, Jimmy was almost docile. Gryffindor had just won their match against Ravenclaw, giving them a definite spot for the final match for the Quidditch Cup. So, they were either going to play against Ravenclaw again or Slytherin, a matter of thirty points between the two being the final difference. It was shaping up to be the best year Gryffindor had seen in their history of Quidditch, and it was all thanks to Harry and his fantastic team. But amidst all the hubbub, Jimmy had been somewhat distracted. He laughed with the others and did his good share of celebrating, but something was off. His body was here in the Gryffindor Common Room, but his mind was elsewhere. Harry shrugged it off just as he was ambushed by several second years, all showering him with claps on the back and words of enthusiasm.

Jimmy accepted his own congratulations with an empty smile, his insides eating away at him with hidden guilt.

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Jimmy stretched his long legs out with a grunt and flopped back against the cold concrete. He tucked his bunched up cloak beneath his head and gave a grateful sigh. He heard somewhere across the circular deck of the West Astronomy Tower Harry's similar moan. Peeking open an eye at the sound of approaching footsteps, Jimmy settled himself more comfortably.

His body was still groaning from the vigorous game last week against Ravenclaw. He had had to put out most of his strength to out race Ravenclaw's Chasers, even on his Nimbus 2000. They had been more formidable then Harry had let on. And now his sore muscles were feeling the effects of how hard he had pushed them. Thanks to one of the Beaters, Jimmy was even sporting several very nasty bruises that Madame Pomfrey failed to spot. But the win was more than enough to make most of the stinging disappear.

" Oy, who goes there!"

"Would you keep it down, Weasley? I'm not in the mood to get in trouble for being up here."

Harry smirked as he watched Malfoy and Ron climb the last few steps and walk out onto the deck. It was difficult not to notice how incredibly odd it still looked to see the two former enemies walking side by side, Malfoy wearing his best formidable scowl and Ron amused at the Slytherin's scowl," Find us alright?"

"Sort of. We had to take the long way round cause Peeves was filling the cabinets in the Charms classroom with snails," Ron explained as he took a seat near Harry.

Draco settled himself besides Jimmy and picked up a book lying near his head," I hope they bloody well kick him out before we graduate. I would LOVE to see that."

"Wouldn't we all," Harry commented and leaned back against the cobblestone wall.

"So, why all the secrecy? Why didn't we just meet in the library?" Draco inquired flipping through Jimmy's book absentmindedly.

"Because I don't want anyone listening in on this conversation. Particularly any of Voldemort's spies," Harry answered. When he saw everyone's attention peak at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, he continued on," Now, I know Malfoy, you must've already known Voldemort's whereabouts."

Two pairs of green eyes and a pair of brown turned on the Slytherin, waiting for a response.

Draco shifted under the scrutinous gazes," Well, actually, no."

"How is that? Isn't your father his right hand man?" Ron asked skeptically.

Jimmy frowned as he stared at his friend. Mr. Malfoy was in ties with Voldemort? Draco had never once mentioned his father, and now he knew why. Jimmy bit back betrayal and kept quiet while the blonde fumbled for words.

"Yes, but its not like he tells me every single thing he does for that monster," Draco spat indignantly.

"He used to," Harry pointed out.

Draco couldn't help but glare at the Gryffindors," What is this? An interrogation? Look, I don't know anything else, or I would've told you already."

"Nothing else? Nothing at all?" Harry asked.

"Well, all I know is Voldemort's planning something big."

"And I bet its linked to that Veil getting stolen," Ron put in, looking anxious at his own words.

"I've done some research about that thing," Jimmy said sitting up.

"What did you find out?" Harry questioned, turning his gaze to his brother. It was odd how Jimmy had somehow taken Hermione's original post as Researcher and Brain Extrodinaire.

"Well, it's a sort of gateway from our world to the other side. The only one of its kind." Jimmy started.

"Other side?" Ron asked, puzzled.

" Hades." Harry answered.

"Why would Voldemort want that though?" Draco asked with a frown.

"Maybe to bring back his henchmen," Harry suggested.

"Or the complete opposite," Jimmy added in. "From what I read, the gateway works both ways. A person can go in and come out; it's just that once they go in, they lose their humanity so they forget to walk back out. It sounds like the perfect way to get rid of an enemy."

Jimmy caught Harry's eyes and he could see the damage his words were doing to his twin. He felt guilty for putting pain back in Harry's gaze, but he knew his brother needed the truth. Even if it meant letting him know exactly what would happen to him.

"Like me, right?" Harry spoke softly.

" Seems to be that way," Jimmy answered just as quietly.

The four boys lingered in the deafening silence, lost in their own thoughts. After quite a while, Jimmy felt the need to finish what he had found out about the missing Veil.

"Its difficult to get a person back out I'm afraid. I couldn't find out how it was done, because, well...its never been accomplished successfully before. No one knows how the person would be once they were freed, if they managed it at all."

"But there's a chance?" Ron asked hopefully, knowing all too well what was racing through Harry's mind this very moment; Sirius.

"As with anything, yes. But..."Jimmy trailed off.

"We won't know for sure until the time comes," Draco finished with a heavy sigh. His eyes flitted over to Harry, wincing at the sight of tears on his colorless cheeks. He watched as Jimmy stood and crossed the deck in a few long strides, dropped down to his brother's side and embraced him tightly.
It hurt his heart and something else deep within him to witness the great and brave Harry Potter crying.

"It's ok, Harry. I'll figure it out, I promise. I won't let you follow that fate..."He mumbled into the cool night air, hating how Harry was shaking in his arms. In an even quieter voice, he whispered directly into his brother's ear," We'll save Sirius."

Harry was ashamed of his behavior, crying like a baby on his brother's shoulder. But Jimmy's reassuring touch up and down his back, his friends' comforting words and his knowledge that if anyone could figure out how to work the Veil, his clever twin was the one for the job, calmed him down. He pulled away and roughly rubbed his sleeve across his drenched cheeks."Thanks," He mumbled gruffly.

Jimmy nodded and patted Harry's arm," Its alright. I needed to wash this sweatshirt anyways."

Harry smiled slightly and let his friends give him encouraging pats.

"We'll figure it out, 'arry." Ron said gently.

"I'm sure we'll be able to rescue your Godfather from that thing. If Voldemort thinks he can use it, then we can too," Draco commented.

Harry gave a little nod and looked to his brother for the deciding comment.

Jimmy smiled easily at him," We'll do it, Harry."

The brunette let out a shuttering breath and nodded again. If Jimmy said so, it was definitely worth hoping for. He hoped...

"Not to be the bearer of bad news, but-"

The three Gryffindors turned to Draco, who looked as if he were going to be sick.

"What?" Jimmy asked anxiously.

"Well...In my father's last letter, which was about three weeks ago, he said he was going to devote all of his time and expenses to the Dark Lord's cause," Draco answered hesitantly.

"And?" Ron pressed on.

"Well...I had gotten a package from our new house-elf the other day and in a note, he said that my father had been missing for a few days now."

"And?" All three of them said in unison.

"If my father has gone to be permanently at Voldemort's side, well...You can be sure its for very good reason. My father isn't exactly the rash sort, if you know what I mean," Draco said.

Ron and Jimmy exchanged a puzzled look. Harry simply felt his stomach plummet," In other words, this is it."

"How do you figure?" Jimmy inquired, still lost.

"After all those years of hiding, Lucius wasn't about to blow his cover unless he KNEW Voldemort was going to succeed," Harry replied, feeling a bit nauseous..

Jimmy's shoulders slumped as he immediately looked at Harry.

"I'm scared of what's really going on...If my father's not even letting me know, its got to be pretty nasty," Draco muttered.

All of the boys trained their eyes on Harry, as if waiting for him to say something courageous or defying. Instead, he leapt to his feet and retched over the side of the tower.

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Jimmy sighed to himself and pulled away slowly from Skye's mouth. She whined and pressed her lips hard against his once more. He couldn't help but go along with it, when Skye wanted something; it was pointless trying to fight her. After a very long kiss, she finally pulled away, leaving Jimmy panting.

"I could definitely get used to this," Skye mumbled as she ran her fingers down his cheek.

Jimmy smiled and let her body press his more into the wall behind him. It had been just by chance they passed each other in front of the Canterbury Tapestry on their way to dinner. Jimmy's books and papers were still strewn about their feet and the kiss ensued inevitably." We gotta stop meeting like this."

Skye laughed softly and pressed her forehead against his chin, breathing in his scent, which was like a solidified essence of Quidditch. Excitement, thrill, happiness and warm sunny afternoons all melded together to waft from Jimmy Potter so subtly, you'd have to be close to him to catch it. Or else it was just Skye that related Jimmy's smell to Quidditch. She supposed to everyone else, he just smelled like very nice cologne.

Shaking out of her reverie the boy's scent had put her in, Skye popped back to what Jimmy had just said. She had to admit, ever since that night she had told him the truth, whenever they had seen each other, a hot and heavy kiss quickly followed. So far, they'd managed to keep from curious eyes what they were doing, but it was getting harder. Students were growing suspicious at why they both looked flushed as they parted ways upon their arrival. But Skye knew it had to be done, if her father knew what she was doing...Skye gave an involuntary shutter.

"Cold?"

Skye pulled away to look at his smiling face. That smile could make her do anything, and if Jimmy ever discovered that, she'd be dead," Yeah, a little."

Skye grinned as Jimmy removed his cloak and wrapped it around her followed by his arms. She wiggled closer to him, feeling as if her face would break from the smile she had on.

She took a few moments to bury her face in the cloak, just to breathe him in entirely. If he let her keep it, she could smell him whenever she felt like it.

"What're you doing?" Jimmy chuckled looking at her with an amused eyebrow cocked.

"MMM, you just smell so good," She replied, still having the fabric pressed against her nose.

"Do I now?"

"Yes, but don't let it go to your head."

"Cause it boosts my ego SO much to know that I have good hygiene," Jimmy couldn't help but retort with a laugh.

Skye blushed and pushed his shoulder," Stop making fun of me."

Jimmy burst into a fit of laughter at the pout Skye had on. Skye's porcelain skin, exquisite crimson eyes and delicate pink mouth just seemed to be at the opposite side of the spectrum compared to that cute pout. Skye was sophistication, from her raven hair that framed her face and cascaded down her back to end in a perfect 'v' to her pressed and immaculate uniform. To see a pout of all things on her usually serious demeanor was absolutely hilarious.

"Stop!" Skye demanded, shoving him harder.

Jimmy shielded himself from the onslaught of abuse Skye was now throwing his way, laughing harder than ever. No amount of punches would derail Jimmy from his amusement, making Skye scowl even more.

"You're so mean!" She exclaimed and wrenched herself free from his arms.

"Awww," Jimmy chortled, trying to bring her back close.

Skye swatted his attempts away, her arms crossed and a pout again on her lips," No, you just like to make fun of me."

"I'm sorry, Skye. I couldn't help myself, you looked funny."

"I look funny!?" Skye cried, looking outraged. At the snort Jimmy made, Skye pointed an accusing finger at him," Don't start with me, mister. You're already in the cauldron as it is."

Jimmy clapped a hand to his mouth, resisting the urge to continue his chuckles. Clearing his throat, he mustered up his best apologetic smile," I'm sorry."

Skye huffed, but instantly melted as Jimmy kissed her cheek. She leaned into his body and let him kiss her again," You're lucky you're so cute."

"Aw, you think I'm cute?" He joked with a smirk.

"I've dated better," She replied. Upon seeing Jimmy's green eyes widen, she grinned." Joking."

They squirmed in each others arms as a meek wrestling match followed. As it drifted away into another lazy hug, Jimmy said," So, we're dating?"

Skye looked up at him," Well...yes...That is, if you want to."

"Of course I do," Jimmy answered with a huge grin.

"Ok, good. I was going to make you date me whether you liked it or not," Skye smirked as she brushed her fingertips up and down Jimmy's neck.

Jimmy closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Skye's fingers on his skin. He wanted more, but it could wait. For now, he was content.

"Jimmy...do you see us being anything other than school sweethearts?" Skye inquired, examining a patch of Jimmy's skin that melted into his coal hair.

"Sure, I see us being a lot more than that."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Skye snuggled her face into the warm dip of his neck and sighed," Tell me all about what you see."

"Well..." Jimmy mumbled and pulled her closer against him." I see us both growing up and becoming successful. You'll be something grand, a Ministry official maybe or a Healer. I see your skills maturing beyond what anyone could've imagined."

Skye smiled," What about you?"

"I see me growing with you." He answered simply.

"What else?"

Jimmy hesitated. He knew very well what could happen next. After Hogwarts and their careers, came the inevitable. He could feel it this very second, swelling inside the deepest chambers of his heart. But should he say so? Would it be too soon? "Well, time can only tell...All I know is we'll be happy."

Skye peered up at him," Promise?"

Jimmy reached up and wove his hand through hers and kissed the top of it," Promise."

Skye, pleased with this, snuggled back into his warmth and stayed like that until some students interrupted them by approaching them. She would've preferred to stay in Jimmy's embrace, but it was too risky. Those students had been Slytherins, but not just any Slytherins. They were the batch whose parents were Death-Eaters. She wasn't ready yet to bring Mr. Jimmy Potter home to meet the folks, if ever at all. It was best to keep him a secret from her father's entourage. It was best, and most of all, safe. Skye pecked Jimmy's lips one last time, then walked off in the opposite direction he was taking. She didn't know if all Jimmy saw in their future was true or not, but she had to hope. It was all she had. Maybe it was enough that she had aided the hero, instead of the villain. Maybe she had altered her fate just by letting herself fall for Jimmy. She wasn't evil, Jimmy caring for her the way he does was proof of that. So, maybe she WAS going to be happy after all. The good guys always win, anyways. And she was one of the good guys now. Satisfied with the debate she had had in her mind, Skye sauntered happily down to dinner. She was good and Jimmy would take care of her. Yes, yes her future was very clear now.