Author's Note: No wonder I'm switching from the HP boards! This is getting tedious. Alrighty, here's the last "unedited" scene of Part 5, & guess what? It's rated PG-15.

Chapter 23: Unedited Ending

Wiping her tears on her sleeve and pressing the wrinkles out of her dress with her hands, Isabelle took a deep breath and walked through the front door. She hoped to maintain whatever little dignity she had left, and simply go upstairs, take an extremely long bubble bath, and go to bed.

And talk to Remus about the conversation she overheard in the morning. It must be a misunderstanding, after all. Didn't Sirius say that I was his soul mate? she reminded herself, allowing herself a little smile. And all those days, and nights – they couldn't have been nothing, right? The conversations they had in the middle of the night, the way he looked at her when they made love; no one could possibly be that good of an actor.

Right? she thought, creeping up the staircase and opening her door. She turned on the light, and jumped.

"We need to talk," Sirius said in a forced tone.

"Not right now. I'm not in the mood," she replied tiredly.

"Wonder why?" The sarcasm practically dripped from his words.

"What are you talking about?" She was genuinely puzzled.

"Was your little game fun, Isabelle? Did you get some sort of rush from it?"

"What game?"

"Don't give me that sweet and innocent bullshit. I don't want to hear it. I just want to know why me?"

Isabelle was on the verge of tears. What in the world was he saying, and why? "I don't understand."

"Well, let me refresh your memory. Last week, you, me, Dover."

"I remember that," she said, her voice becoming stronger. "I gave you all of me, Sirius. Not just my body. I gave you my heart, my soul and my mind. Unlike you."

"More bullshit. You're just shoveling it tonight, aren't you? Real cute, Isabelle."

"No, what's bullshit is that you bothered to make love to me when your heart's still with Regina? What, did you pretend I was her?" she screeched.

"You have a lot of nerve bringing her up. This isn't about her; it's about us. No, actually, it's about every other guy you're shagging."

"What other guys?" she gasped, coloring slightly.

"The ones you're fucking for personal gain," he said calmly. Isabelle limply fell to the floor and covered her head with her hands. "You're like the Hogwarts version of Evita. No wonder you like that play so much."

"I-I'm not shagging anyone else," she defended herself quietly.

"Ha. Isabelle, you leave me in Dover Saturday evening to have dinner with Bill Weasley. Then, why is it that I see you dancing with Phillip Spence in Hogsmeade, when you're supposed to be in London with Bill?"

"Be-because--"

"I'm not through yet. So, I'm thinking that I've completely overreacted and actually feel kind of stupid. Until I'm walking to my office and what do I see? You in the arms of Andrew Patil. Go ahead; deny it."

"It's not what you think," she protested, trying not to become hysterical.

"I'm not stupid, Isabelle. You've even admitted that you've slept with Malfoy for no reason other than get information out of him. Personal gain. You serviced him and your husband at the same time; therefore, you don't even know who your own baby's father is."

"Stop it! I do know who her father is."

"Then tell me."

"No."

"Because you have no damn clue! Let me see. You're shagging Malfoy to get information on Lord Voldemort. Phillip Spence because he's your lawyer and you need him to battle your ex-husband. Andrew Patil because he was the first guy you ever screwed – ah, the memories – and because he's a Ministry spy. Provides quite a lot of useful information."

"Not a word that you've said is true. And to prove it, the first guy I was ever with was Ian Donaldson during fourth year." This was beyond humiliating to Isabelle.

"You were fourteen years old?" he thundered.

"Hypocrite."

"At least I never used women to advance my own agendas. What's your agenda with me, huh? What do I have that you either want or need?" he mused.

"Nothing. Please stop," she begged.

"Not until I get the truth." He paused for a minute. "It's not money, or power. The children."

"What about them?"

"I have the children. So, if you're shagging me, you don't have to worry them being taken away from you? Is that it?" Sirius screamed.

"No," she sobbed. "I love you. Why can't you believe me?"

"You've changed over the years into this heartless, Machiavellian monster. I followed you to Dover, and you sensed my weakness. So, you make up this cock and bull story about being desperately in love with me ever since you were a young teenager. And I fell for it."

"It's true."

"Liar. If you were in love with me, then why were you shagging other guys? Either way, you're nothing but a common whore."

Isabelle couldn't hear any more. How dare he speak to her this way? She managed to stand up, and run out of the house into the pouring rain.

How ironic, she thought. The weather matches my mood.

She ran, and ran until her legs gave out right before she reached the lakeshore. Suddenly, she realized that she had nowhere to go. Home was where Sirius was, and she couldn't possibly go to Phillip's house. Bill was still there, and he would just say I told you so. Isabelle had never felt so hopelessly, desperately alone.