Chapter 15: Two Weddings, and an Adoption


A/N: Ok, now that the chapter with all the action is gone, there really isn't much left to cover (but don't worry, I've thought of something).

Disclaimer: Everything you don't recognize belongs to JK Rowling.

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Sirius, come on! I know you are slow in the morning, but this is pathetic, Wendy told Sirius, or Snuffles, rather, as he slowly trudged through the hallways. They were headed towards Dumbledore's office.

He growled at her.

Sorry, I don't speak dog. He barked at her. Oh, just shut-up and come on.

When they finally reached the statue in front of the door, Wendy said, Chocolate Frogs, and the statue hopped away. They each walked up the steps, and Wendy tapped on the door.

Come in, came from inside.

Wendy and Sirius stepped inside, and Sirius turned back into a man. He yawned. I was tired! Give me a break, he whispered to Wendy before greeting Dumbledore.

he said warmly (and a little too cheerfully for Sirius in the morning), You said you had something to tell me?

Wendy nodded, and gripped Sirius's hand for support. We're engaged.



So you see the problem?

I believe I do. The problem being that you need someone to marry you that doesn't know about Sirius, you mean.

Yes. Wendy had this idea, but... Well, let's just say we both decided no on that one.

~Flashback~

Wendy sat down on the couch next to Sirius after a long day of teaching. She looked over at Sirius. You look troubled, what's up? Is it Remus still?

No, it's not that. I'm fine with the whole Remus being a father thing. He turned his body and looked deep into Wendy's eyes. How are we going to get married when I'm a convicted murderer?

Wendy searched her brain for an answer, but found none. Then, she got an idea. We'll go to an insane asylum –

Already I don't like it.

Just hear me out. As I was saying, we can say I'm loony, and I want to marry you; Snuffles the dog. They'll marry us, they let crazy people get away with stuff like that.

Actually, that might work, Sirius said, receiving a confused stare from Wendy. Considering that you're already insane.

An object was suddenly thrown in Sirius's direction.

~End Flashback~

Ok, it sounded like a good idea at the time, Wendy defended herself.

I have an idea that is legitimate, Dumbledore said. Since Sirius was only wanted for in Great Britain, an American Muggle priest will do.

Why didn't we think of that? Wendy asked.

Perhaps because you were thinking about insane asylums, Professor Halliwell.

Point taken.

Wendy, we have to go meet Belle and Remus soon, Sirius said, rising from his seat.

Oh, you're right. Thanks for your help, Professor Dumbledore.

You're quite welcome, he replied.

Wendy and Sirius headed for the door, when Wendy remembered something. Who was my replacement while I was gone?

Dumbledore smiled. The majority of the time I had any professor who had the period free, but strangely enough it was Professor Trelawney who I found teaching your class most often.

Wendy said before Sirius pulled her out the door and into the stairwell.

Hey, what's the rush? she asked Sirius.

Today's the day that those bloody American social workers decide if Remus can adopt Belle.

Let's just orb, it would be faster.

Oh, duh! he said, hitting his forehead. He clutched on to Wendy's arm, and she orbed them to Wendy's place. They found Remus pacing back and forth in front of the giant TV.

Where have you been? he shouted. We have to be there in less than two hours.

We were talking with Dumbledore. And since when did it take more than ten seconds to orb? Wendy asked.

He's nervous, give him a break. This is a big deal, Sirius said.

Wendy gave him an odd smile. Wasn't it only a few days ago that you were against Remus adopting her?

Yeah, well now I understand better. I still don't understand why they wouldn't let him adopt her anyway.

They say it has to do with me living in England, and that she shouldn't move away from her native country so fast. It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! I've submitted applications, I meet all the requirements, I love Belle, she loves me, she wants to be adopted by me... I just – oh, God I'm so nervous! He sat down on the couch and began to drum his fingers vigorously on the
arm. What if they don't let me adopt her?

They will, I'm sure, Sirius tried to help. If they knew what she went through in that cave and with Voldemort then –

Then there's no way in hell that they'd let him adopt her. But they should talk to her and see what she wants, Wendy interrupted.

Remus stood up again. I can't deal with this.

You want to hear a joke? Wendy asked. So, two Death eaters walk into a bar, and –

Can we go now?

She sighed. I guess. You want anyone else to come? Wendy asked. Wait, can Sirius come as a human?

I don't know... you never know. I would say dog just to be on the safe side, Remus decided.

Wendy nodded. You heard him, Snuffles! she directed at Sirius, who moments later changed into a dog.

Remus took hold of one of Wendy's hand, and her other hand was on Snuffles' head. They orbed to their usual alley, and made their way toward Belle and the social workers.

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How long have you known Belle, Mr. Lupin? the social worker asked.

A couple months, he said, throwing a glance at Wendy. It was technically only a few weeks or so (because of the weird time change in the cave), but it didn't matter to anyone.

And how did you meet her when you live in England?

Wendy, Sirius, and Remus had made up an answer for this one before hand. I was visiting my cousin. She lives a few minutes from here. I was on a walk, and I met Belle when she was playing on the playground.

Why was she gone for so many weeks?

Uh-oh. They had forgotten to plan out that answer. Quick, think, quick, think. I was given permission to take her back to England with me for a while. Hope that one worked...

The social worker nodded. She turned to the man who was standing by the door. Go get Belle, she commanded.

Minutes later, the man returned with Belle.

she shouted. She began to walk towards him to give him a hug, but the man held her back. This worried Remus, but he kept his composure.

Remus Lupin, the social worker began, I hereby declare you the adoptive father of Isabella Juliana. Please sign here, she said, sliding a document and a pen his way.

Remus was speechless. He signed along the dotted line, and it was final. Belle was his daughter. Isabella Juliana Lupin... it had a ring to hit.

Have you decided on legal guardians for her in case of any accident?

Oh, yes. Wendy Halliwell here; though her fiancee could not be present.

The social worker turned pages through the document. Please write their names here and here.

Remus looked at Wendy, and she knew what he wasn't sure of. She nodded, signaling that is was ok to write Sirius Black' on the paper without anyone realizing that he was a convicted murderer. Remus wrote down Sirius Black' and Wendaria Halliwell-Black.'

He set the pen down and looked at Belle; his daughter. He couldn't believe it. The man let go of Belle's hand, and she ran to Remus's arms.

Come on, Belle, he said. Let's go home.

Ok, Dad!

Dad. It was wonderful.

The social worker and the other man left the room, leaving Belle alone with Wendy, Remus, and Snuffles, who turned back into Sirius.

For a while there I didn't think they would let me adopt you, Remus told Belle.

I knew they would, I mean one hundred percent knew, Wendy said. Why else would this chapter be called Two Weddings and an Adoption?'

Everyone nodded. Wait, two weddings? Who else is getting married? Sirius asked.

You'll see, Wendy said.

How do you know all this anyway? Remus asked.

I have connections with the author.

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Days later, Belle had completely moved in to Wendy's place with Remus. Dumbledore had decided that he would find a job for Remus, and eventually get him his own place somewhere in the castle.

Wendy was secretly spreading rumors that Remus was out to kill her and take his spot back as Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Some people were afraid of him after hearing these rumors, and would refuse to talk to him (Harry, basically, but only because he knew Wendy had started the rumors). Once Remus found out that it was Wendy, he made her fess up in front of the whole school.

While moving Belle into Wendy's place, Wendy declared that she needed to clean. Sirius, you and I are starting in my closet. Remus, you can work on your room. We'll meet in the living room and do the kitchen.

Wendy went into her room to begin on her black hole, I mean, closet, and Remus was left with Sirius in the living room. They rolled their eyes at one another, and went their separate ways.

Sirius found a pile of junk surrounding Wendy on the floor. She was in front of her closet , and their was much more junk falling out of it.

How is it possible that you have accumulated this much stuff since July? Sirius asked, plopping down on the floor next to Wendy.

I don't know. She found a pair of swim goggles and put them on her face. How do I look?

he exclaimed as Remus walked through the door.

Hey guys, what should I do with this? he held up Harry's Sword.

Go give it to Harry, Wendy suggested, focussing back on her closet.

Sirius pulled out Monopoly. Hey, we should play this sometime! Wendy's eyes twinkled with mischief. No, I take it back. You might kill someone.

Aw, come on Sirius! You can be the little dog, I'll be the top hat. It would be great!

And what am I supposed to do with the Sword?!? suddenly came from the door. Wendy and Sirius looked up to find Harry, holding the Sword reluctantly in his hand.

It's your Sword, just hold on to it or something, Wendy said.

Wouldn't it be a bit obvious that I was the Heir of Gryffindor if I wore the stupid thing at my side constantly?

Um... No? she tried. Harry looked at her angrily. Harry, it is yours. Why don't you lock it up in your trunk?

Harry turned to walk away, but instead asked, What are you doing anyway?

Oh, we're cleaning out my closet. You can help! Why don't you be a dear and get Ron and Hermione to help us too. Wendy was now getting way too enthusiastic about her closet cleanliness.

Harry rolled his eyes and left.

Wendy and Sirius began to once again sift through the mess. Wendy kept pulling things out and saying so that's where I put that' while Sirius laughed at her.

Wendy, did you know you had a family of ducks living in here? Sirius asked, picking up a duckling.

Oh, do be careful with that one. That's Jebidiah, he hurt his wing, Wendy said, as if it were normal to have a family of ducks living in one's closet.

Well where is their mother? Sirius didn't need an answer to that question when he saw all seven of the ducklings run towards Wendy and attempt to fly onto her shoulders.

That's Jebidiah, Rosie, Sam, Ellie, Fran, Mango, and Canada, Wendy said, pointing to each duck. Jeb and Canada are my favorites, though I hate to admit it.

Sirius picked up the one called Sam, and allowed the small duckling to sit in the palm of his hand. He suddenly quacked very loudly, and Sirius put him down.

Oh my gosh, Wendy... Sirius said, picking up a doll from her closet that had a pin through it's head. Is this a Snape voodoo doll?

Absolutely. Now let me hide that so the police don't find it as evidence. She grabbed the doll from his hands and ran into the living room. When she returned, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were following her.

Actually, guys, why don't you get started on my kitchen. You should have a field day with that mess, she said. All three teenagers groaned and trudged into the kitchen.

Sirius yelled as something pushed him over. Holy shit! he screamed when he saw what it was. It was a boogyman. It stuck it's tongue out at Sirius.

Don't hurt him, Sirius! Wendy ran up to it. Did that scary murderer man hurt you, Fred? she asked, giving it a hug.

What, is that a Weasley twin? Sirius asked, giving the Fred' and evil glare.

No, he just looks like a Fred. Oh, Sirius, he's so cute.

He gave a horrified look. What!?! You're crazy, that thing is ugly, Sirius said. Fred snarled and bared it's teeth at him.

Fred, why don't you go back into my closet until Sirius can be nice, Wendy said, gently nudging Fred back into the closet. There's a good little monster.

someone yelled from the kitchen,

Wendy and Sirius looked at each other briefly and ran into the kitchen. Ron was being sucked into one of the cupboards, and Harry and Hermione were trying desperately to keep him out. Wendy and Sirius each grabbed a hold on one of Ron's arms and pulled. After a few seconds, they finally got him out.

Sorry, I forgot to tell you, that cupboard has a mind of it's own. It doesn't like it when you move it's plates.

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Hours later, Wendy and Sirius were still cleaning out the closet, and everyone else was watching TV (although Wendy didn't know it at the time).

Ron, Harry, Hermione, Remus, and Belle all squished onto one of the couches.

I don't like this show, Ron said changing the channel to a music video. I love this song! He suddenly stood up and started to jump on the couch. I'M SLIM SHADY YES I'M THE REAL SHADY, ALL YOU OTHER SLIM SHADY'S ARE JUST IMITATING –

Everyone looked at Ron very strangely.

Hermione shouted. I'm appalled!

What, it's a good song... Ron blushed and sat back down. Hermione shook her head disapprovingly.

There was suddenly a loud thump' from Wendy's bedroom.

they heard Wendy cry out in alarm.

Sirius stormed out of the room. That's it, I've had it with that... that thing!

Ron turned and faced him. Is my brother in Wendy's closet?

Sirius noticed the whole group squished onto the couch. No, it's this boogyman. It doesn't like me. He marched into the kitchen, and moments later returned with cheese. Oh, Fred... he said devilishly. He disappeared into the bedroom again. Again, there was a loud thump.' Sirius reappeared, on the floor, trying to pull himself out the door. He didn't like the cheese, he managed to say before being pulled back into the room.

Sirius Black! they heard Wendy shout. How dare you! He's allergic to cheese. Out, now!

Sirius quickly (and gladly) ran out of the room. He looked rather beat up. Thank God I don't have to help her anymore...

Sirius sat in one of the chairs that was nearest to the couch. Just as he sat down, Wendy shouted, Please come back Sirius. Fred's gone back to his corner.

Sirius gave a look of terror and shouted back, But... Ron's... Bleeding!

Ron looked at his hands as if blood was supposed to be pouring out of them. Sirius winked at him. Oh, yes! He needs to take me to the hospital wing immediately, Ron played along.

But I need Sirius to wingardium leviosa' something for me, she shouted back.

Can't Harry do it? Sirius asked.

Leave me out of this, Harry said, half asleep on the couch.

No, he's been through a lot lately, and I'm getting the idea that he doesn't really want to.

Sirius scowled, and mumbled, What vibe are you getting about me? Finally he sighed and stood up to go help her. All right, what do you want me to lift? he asked as he entered the room.

This box over here. She pointed to a large box filled with various cheeses. I tried to lift it already, but it was rather heavy, and Fred was sneezing, and –

Sirius picked it up and moved it carelessly out of her closet without a problem.

Wendy muttered.

Sirius looked back at the wall behind where the box used to sit. There was a mysterious door about a meter tall. Wendy, where does that door lead?

To Italy.

And why on earth would you need a door to Italy in your closet when you can orb?

Well, how else do you suggest I visit the grave of Enrico? she asked.

Who the hell is Enrico?' Sirius asked.

Hermione appeared in the doorway. Oh, Enrico, she said with a devilish grin. As in your sexy Italian lover, Enrico?

The very same, Wendy said. Oh, don't worry, Sirius, he died years ago. Like, decades before us.

May I ask how he died? Sirius asked Wendy, although he just wanted to be sure that Wendy was all his.

He was involved in the Mafia, and Antonio shot him. That happens a lot when you're in the Mafia. Sirius still looked unsure. Calm down, I just visit his grave.

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Sirius forced Wendy to orb most of her useless items to a nearest dump he could find. Many of the items she refused to part with (especially her box of cheeses, even though her pet Boogyman was allergic).

He even convinced her to stop cleaning. Everyone decided to go downstairs to the kitchen, have something to eat, and be pampered by house elves. Hermione didn't agree with the last part, but she tagged along anyway.

Wendy, Sirius, Remus, and Belle went up ahead and Harry, Hermione, and Ron dawdled behind.

Harry, thank God you're back! I think Ron was about to explode from watching all this television, Hermione said.

I was not!

Yes, you were. All of his spare time was spent on Wendy's couch watching TV. I swear.

Harry chuckled, as Ron stuck his tongue out at Hermione and made funny faces at her behind her back.

They soon encountered Fred and George walking down the hallway. Hey mates! Fred said. George has a question for you.

George cleared his throat. Hypothetically speaking, how much detention would one get for blowing up a certain dungeon?

I don't know, quite a bit I guess, Harry pondered. A lot, if the dungeon you are talking about is the one I think you're talking about.

Fred pushed in front of him. Hypothetically speaking, how much detention would twins get for blowing up a... certain dungeon?

Double the first one, maybe triple it because Snape hates you, Ron said. Think, shining trophies for a month, and lots of little things everywhere for another month. Oh, and a lot of points taken away for Gryffindor. Fred smiled slyly at George. ... like say, over 100.

Fred and George gave each other a wide-eyed look. Suddenly they burst off into a sprint down the hallway.

Moments later, Snape appeared chasing after them with a giggling McGonagall. Snape had black burn marks all over his face, ripped and stained robes, and his usual greasy hair was standing on end.

YOU MAY KEEP RUNNING, BUT I'LL FIND YOU! Snape shouted, while he shoved Ron out of the way.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione watched their two professors run down the hallway in awe. They soon went to catch up with Wendy and the rest of them and headed to the kitchen.

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After their adventures in the kitchen, everyone went back to their rooms. As much as they enjoyed being spoiled by the house elves (except for Hermione, of course), they needed to go to bed.

Sirius and Wendy were the most tired of the group, seeing as they spent the most time slaving away at Wendy's closet.

Sirius was almost asleep. Wendy groggily asked.



You want to get married the day after tomorrow?

Sure. Go to sleep though.

There was silence for a few more minutes. she asked again.

What, Wendy?

Do you think roadkill is a form of animal suicide?





Go to sleep.

There was another moment of silence.

Sirius sighed.

Can I call you Siri?

Can I call you Wend?

Fine, fine, I'll go to sleep.

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So I found this dress I want, Siri, Wendy said the next morning while she ate breakfast on the couch.

I thought we decided that you wouldn't call me Siri, Wend, he replied. So where did you get it so quickly?

I got up early, woke up Hermione, and we went dress shopping. Wendy stated as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the living room.

How do you get the food from the Great Hall to come up here? Ron asked, sitting down.

Dumbledore arranged it. He knew that I'd want to talk with Sirius, not Snuffles. Besides, it's boring sitting at the Head Table, Wendy said.

And you know how short of an attention span she has, Sirius added.

Oh look, pancakes, Wendy said. Sirius gave one of those I told you so' looks. Oh, we should tell Dumbledore about tomorrow then, Siri.

He was about to tell her to stop calling him Siri, but he figured she would continue to call him that anyway and it wouldn't make a difference. We can do that later. You have a class to teach today.

No! Oh, please, Siri, don't let them learn from me! she cried sarcastically.

Sorry, Wend, that's the way it is. He kissed her head and stood up. You just have to deal.

Well, yeah we better be getting to class, Hermione said. Come on guys, I have Muggle studies.

Ron rolled his eyes. Why do you take Muggle Studies when you're a Muggle? Oh, no! That means we have Divination, Harry.

Great. More predictions of my death. They all walked out into the hallway to discuss it further.

Sirius called from the kitchen. You have to so something about this sink. I think the plates have formed a clan.

Oh don't worry, Wendy said cheerfully. They've most likely expanded into a cult.

Sirius began to mumble under his breath before he rushed Wendy into getting ready to teach. Finally, Remus and Belle appeared from their bedroom.

Good morning! Sirius shouted at a sleepy-eyed Remus. Guess what we get to do today?

Remus yawned.

Go get us some tuxes and tell Dumbledore that Wendy and I are getting married tomorrow.

Belle asked excitedly.

Wendy said, standing in her doorway with her wizard robes on. Hermione and I picked out a dress for you if you'd like to see it. Belle nodded excitedly and rushed into Wendy's bedroom to see.

Come on, Remus, go get dressed, Sirius urged.

I just woke up. I'm not ready to go anywhere.

I just want to get this over with. I don't like walking among herds of Muggles, Sirius shivered at the thought.

Just turn into a dog.

But then they'll all pet me and stuff.

Well, that's what people do to dogs. Get a different Animagi! Remus shouted. Sorry, sorry. I'm sleep deprived. I'll go get dressed.

Remus got up and walked back into his bedroom to change just as Wendy and Belle came back into the living room.

Ok, well, I have to go teach now. I'll catch up with you guys later, said Wendy just before orbing to her classroom.

So Belle, said Sirius, What do you plan to do today?

I'm going to hang out Professor Dumbledore. He said he'd tell me lots of stuff about magic, she said with a grin.

Great! Your dad and I will take you to his office in a bit.

Remus walked out of the bedroom dressed in Muggle clothes. Let's go, he said.

Sirius transformed into Snuffles the dog. Remus took Belle's hand as they left Wendy's place and headed for Dumbledore's office. When they reached the gargoyle, Remus whispered the password, and the statue jumped aside revealing a staircase. They walked up it and stepped inside the office.

Hello Remus, Belle, Sirius, Dumbledore smiled.

Sirius changed back into human form. Wendy and I are getting married tomorrow, so I just thought we'd tell you that we are getting you a tuxedo today.

Dumbledore nodded. Very well. I expect that I will need to get Mr. Lupin his own place...?

Sirius blushed. Remus said, giving Sirius a suggestive smile. Dumbledore nodded again. Well, we'll see you later. Bye, Belle. Have fun!

Bye, Dad, said Belle while her eyes were locked on Fawkes the Phoenix. As soon as Sirius had returned to Snuffles, and he and Remus were just out the door, they heard Belle ask, What kind of bird is that?

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Remus entered the Muggle tuxedo shop with his dog at his side. It took them a while to get to Muggle London when Sirius had to be a dog, but they managed.

Snuffles looked around the shop and occasionally went up to some tuxes he found suitable.

How about this one, Snuffles? Remus asked. He pointed to a shiny, very purple suit. Snuffles growled. No? I thought purple was your color, man. Snuffles barked loudly. Sh, sh, keep it down. How about this? This time he pointed to a normal black and white suit. Snuffles nodded his head.

After Remus purchased the suits (with a little trouble counting out the Muggle money that Wendy gave him), the two men went back to Wendy's place.

So do I have to give you the talk?' Remus asked as he sat down on the couch.

What talk? Sirius asked.

You know...

No, I don't. Sirius was truly confused.

Remus sighed. Well, it doesn't matter because I wouldn't have given it to you anyway. He paused briefly before speaking again. Just promise to name your first born son after me, OK?

* * * * * * *

Do you, Wendaria Halliwell, take Sirius Black to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?

I do.

Already it was a beautiful service. Hermione and Ginny were crying, and there were truly visible tears down Remus Lupin's face. Wendy was simply glowing with delight and Sirius was indeed happy. Harry, Ron and the other Weasleys, Belle, and Dumbledore stood grateful to see their friends together once and for all.

Do you, Sirius Black, take Wendaria Halliwell to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?

I do. Sirius gave Wendy a humble smile.

I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. The old gray-haired American priest closed his book and stepped back. Sirius lifted the veil off Wendy's face and kissed her, causing everyone to clap.

Ron muttered to Harry, Do we get wedding cake now?

Harry elbowed him and gave him one of those looks that said this is not the time and place to ask that!' A few seconds later, however, Harry replied, Yes, and it's a three layer white cake. Ron licked his lips with content.

Wendy and Sirius finally broke away and walked back down the aisle. Soon, everyone followed them out into the foyer that was located just outside the chapel.

Should I orb everybody back to my place? Wendy whispered to Dumbledore quickly.

he mumbled as he organized everyone together. Wendy orbed them back to England before the priest came out of the chapel.

Oh, I really don't like orbing, Ginny said, clutching her stomach as if she were to throw-up.

Anyway, is it time for cake yet? I'm so hungry I could eat a horse, Ron complained.

Yes, Ron, it's time for cake, Sirius said, embracing Wendy. Come on, let's go cut it. he picked up the knife and walked over to the cake.

Wait! I have to have a picture, Hermione shouted, still wiping a few tears away from her eyes. She took the picture quickly and then returned to talking with Ginny.

Finally, Sirius and Wendy cut the cake, and fed it to each other, while Wendy secretly chucked pieces of it at people when Sirius wasn't looking.

Mmm... cake... Ron murmured. Wendy handed out pieces to everyone, and everyone sat comfortably in the living room.

So, what's next for you two lovebirds? Remus asked casually.

Wendy smiled at her new husband. We have to go talk with the Elders for a short while, then it's the honeymoon. You can take over for me while we're gone, can't you?

Ah, those students won't know what's coming, Remus chuckled.

Oh boy, Harry, Hermione, and Ron said together, rolling their eyes.

Am I sensing ubiquitous hyperbole?

Was that Wendy who just said that? Sirius asked, looking aghast.

Someone's been reading the dictionary at late hours of the night, one of the Weasley twins jeered.

Just because I have expanded my vocabulary by two words doesn't mean anything. I'm still your average everyday whitelighter who's married to a falsely accused convicted murderer. Oh, look; presents!

Later, after Wendy and Sirius had opened their gifts (but mostly Wendy, because, let's face it- she's like a little kid at Christmas time), the time had come for them to go to the Elders and then off to their honeymoon.

Thank-you so much everyone, Wendy said as she gave everyone a hug. We'll see you when we get back. Ron, don't watch too much TV. Harry and Belle, don't call for me unless someone is trying to kill you. Well, bye!

Bye, don't have too much fun, kids, Remus shouted just as they orbed away. And name your first-born after me!

Moments after they left, Ron said, So, anyone up for dinner now?

Ron, can you only think of your stomach? Hermione asked.

I'm a growing boy... I need to be fed, he defended himself with. Besides, the house elves told me they were going to make double chocolate cake for dessert tonight.

Ron, you just had two slices of white wedding cake! Hermione exclaimed as Ron began to walk out the door.

Yeah, but this is chocolate cake. White cake and chocolate cake are like, two different food groups. And double chocolate cake with lots of icing... don't get me started.

Hermione rolled her eyes and mumbled something along the lines of men' and followed him out the door.

Those two are going to be married someday. They already fight like an old married couple, Remus chuckled.

Harry began for the door to catch up with his friends. Tell me about it, he added before leaving.

* * * * * * *

On, Monday, shortly after breakfast, Harry and Ron were sitting in the North Tower, waiting for Divination to start. They were pleased that they had this class with the Ravenclaws and not the Slytherins, though not so pleased with the crazy professor.

Good morning, my fortunate pupils. Since miraculously, Neptune and Venus are aligned, we shall be using the crystal balls today! Professor Trelawney told her class, expecting an ooh' or ah' from them. She received silence, however. Will someone please help me pass them out? Immediately Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil got up to assist her.

Ron leaned towards Harry. I'm predicting that she will predict your death, Harry.

Harry faked a shocked and scared look. Me? Death? he clutched his throat and slid out of his chair gagging. Ron was shaking with laughter when Professor Trelawney brought them their crystal balls. Harry quickly sat back in his chair properly and Ron tried to conceal his laughter.

Now that the peanut gallery has their materials, she shot an over-dramatic glance at Harry and Ron, We may begin. She sat down on her cushion and swept her hands randomly over the crystal ball. She pretended to be in a trance, but only Harry knew what her real trances were like. It is very important that you keep your mind focused on what you see. You must get in touch with your abstract side... Let your mind feel what you are seeing. Everyone try, now.

Harry let his hands wave aimlessly in front of him while still attempting to look into the crystal ball. It seemed the fog was moving around.

It looks like it's gonna be cloudy, folks, Ron said in a newscaster voice that he had heard on the television.

Harry chuckled. He quickly glanced back at his crystal ball. For a moment he thought he saw the fog form the shape of a mouse, but then again he only saw fog.

Suddenly, Trelawney gasped. I see... death...

Who is it, Professor? Lavender asked eagerly.

She was silent for a moment as she gazed deeper into the depths of the crystal ball. ... Harry Potter.

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. When was she going to quit predicting his death? He suddenly noticed that everyone was staring at him. he asked out in anger. Oh, right... Uh, oh no! What can I do professor?

She herself at once. There is not much. Drink lot's of water. I saw buckets.

Ron could barely contain his laughter as she murmured, Class dismissed.

Harry and Ron quickly climbed down the ladder. When they got the the bottom, Ron finally let out the laughter he was holding in. Buckets? Ha! Someone's been getting a little high off the fumes in there, eh?

Come on, Harry said when his laughter ceased. Let's go to lunch before we have Defense Against the Dark Arts.

They walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Hermione, who was reading.

she said, not lifting her eyes from the page. How was Divination?

Harry cast a glance at Ron. Interesting... We'll fill you in later when you aren't reading.

She nodded. Just then, the owls flew in, including Hedwig. She glided down and landed loyally on Harry's shoulder. What have we here? Oh, a letter from Wood.

Dear Harry, it read.

How have you been? I hope you aren't hurt or anything of that sort. Last I heard you were off fulfilling your destiny. Anyway, I have some news of my own... You remember Brittany, my girlfriend, don't you? We're getting married! This spring, in May to be exact. May twenty-third. We'll send you a proper invitation, don't worry. I can't wait to see you and the Gryffindor gang again!

Sincerely, Oliver Wood

P.S. Did you guys win the Quidditch Cup this year? I've been dying to know...

Hear that? Wood's getting married! Harry shouted.

Hermione said, looking up from her book. One wedding right after another, I guess. Well, we better be going to Defense Against the Dark Arts now.

The three all got up, and Harry went on to tell Hermione on their adventures in Divination.

So she predicted your death again? Hermione asked with awe. What an old bat...

Harry mumbled. He was still trying to remember if he saw a mouse in his crystal ball or if he was imagining things. He is eyes scanned the hallway floor as he came across a closet door that hadn't been shut properly. He walked over to it and trued to shut it, but it wouldn't move.

Gee, Harry, where are your muscles? Ron taunted. Let a real man do it. He walked up to the door, pushed it, and it still wouldn't move. He tried to push it harder, and harder, but it still wouldn't move. His face was rather red when he stopped pushing.

Oh, why don't you just open the door and see what's blocking it? Hermione said between laughs at Ron.

Ron gave her an evil glare, crossed his arms, and said, Go on, Harry, take a look.

Harry snickered at Ron quickly and opened the door. Suddenly his mouth dropped. Go get Lupin, or Dumbledore... or someone. Quick!

There, lying in the closet, was the dead body of Professor Trelawney.


A/n: Nice ending, eh? mwahaha! Just wait till next chapter... REVIEW!
~Whitelighter Enchantress