Author's Notes: Here is the last part! I told you it'd be short, so why not read it? :) I'm really feeling depressed these days because we have school till DECEMBER 31ST. It's sadistic, I tell you. Reviews would make me SO. MUCH. BETTER. Just tell me what you think and I'll love you forever.

Special thanks to Isa, Anne Schmitt and Arabella who read the second chappie! hugs

Disclaimer: Sirius is JKR's. Remus is JKR's. James is JKR's. Lily is JKR's. But the kitty is MINE. Remus's, that is. :)

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"Greetings, Moons!" snickers Sirius, and I have to give my best not to bang my head against a wall just to be sure if this is really happening.

But it is happening -- because there he is, seventeen year old Sirius Black, handsome, grinned and joyful, completely ignorant that he doesn't exist in my world any more. You see… He… died this summer. Went through the veil. And, no matter how much I don't want to face it, he is not coming back any more… The wound is simply too fresh…That's why my heart stops beating for a moment when I see him, before it continues to work.

"I have to apologize in James' name, 'cause he has probably strangled you with his oh-so-interesting stories. Sit back and relax now. You know I could never bore anyone!"

"Watch it, Pads." threatens James off screen, but I can imagine him smiling anyways.

"So, Remus, how are ya? I keep trying to imagine you old, with thick glasses and a big stomach, but I can't. How can you be old? You can't be! Who knows, maybe you've find the tape right after we put it on your attic and now you're mocking us. Hmmm. But we still haven't put it up there. What if we never do?

Hey, Prongsie, don't forget that we need to sneak this into Moony's attic, will ya?"

"No worries, Pads."

"Good," smiles Sirius. "I s'pose I should do the intro too, even though I know you'll never forget me. Who would forget this face? C'mon, you know it to be impossible!"

You're right, mate. It is.

"I'm Sirius, as you already know. Black's the last name. My family sucks, so I am thinking of changing my surname to…"

"Smellypants?" interferes James.

"Sirius Smellypants" repeats Pads seriously. "It does have a ring to it, although I thought I'd go with Sirius Fantasticlover. Get it? Fantastic lov…"

"Padfoot, if he's old, it doesn't mean he's stupid." James can't keep his mouth shut obviously and I laugh again. They are such kids! Were. Or however I should say it.

"Shove off, will ya? This is my time, you've had yours, and I don't have much of it, so let me use it the best I can." He responds to James and then focuses on me again. "Technical problems, what can I say. Where was I? Oh, y…"

"Sirius, James, are you in here?!" somebody yells and suddenly the door of the dorm open. I think it may be Peter, but when the person appears in the shot, I realize it is…

"Lils!" James calls and I can imagine him staring at her.

…Lily Evans. Just as gorgeous as I remember her - long dark red hair and emerald green eyes. Future Mrs. Potter.

"Where did you get that?" Lily is distracted by the sight of camera, and doesn't respond to James. "And what…"

"You're interrupting." says Sirius coldly.

"But how is it working? It can't be! There's too much magic in the air!" she doesn't pay attention to either of them. "It cannot work!"

"It can and it does. Now, will you please let us finish what we've started?" Sirius responds.

"You looked for me?" James says hopefully. "What happened?"

"Well, nothing, I mean," Lily stutters, "I looked for you, I looked for you too, because I was, well, bored and it's Christmas Eve and almost nobody's in the Common Room so…"

"Oh," James says from behind the camera. "We're in the middle of something here, but.."

"It's ok, it doesn't matter, I'll come back later…"

"No, no, I'll make you company!" James quickly says and the camera shot changes to the ceiling. I hear Sirius protesting wildly and James explaining something and then the camera is put on a small table and James and Lily leave the dorm.

Sirius appears once again, steam coming out of his nose. Not literally, of course.

"Only minutes ago he was all about how he respects you and what not, and now he's left like nothing happened. You remember him this, you remember it well, Moons, so you can haunt him for the rest of his life!"

No need to say that hundreds of knives stab me straight in heart when Sirius says it. He can't know what he said, but I do and it hurts.

"Oh, shit!" he loudly curses. "Only 2 minutes left on the tape. I knew I shouldn't let James talk that much! Then…" Sirius sighs deeply.

"I'll use this time to say… that… er, how to put it… Okay, you know you're my best mate, Remus. James is too, Peter occasionally, but you are for ever. I feel it. You watch my back every time I get into some trouble. And that is like, what, ten times a day? You were there for me when my mother and the rest of the family gave up on me. You were there to stop me from killing that slimy Snivellus that one time, remember? I swear, I could do it! I was able to! And you talked me from it. You and nobody else. You and your calm voice, cold reason, loyalty. Heck, I even owe you a life. Remember Lucius Malfoy's lethal curse? Of course you do. You stood in front of me and took it instead. Thank God it wasn't really lethal, 'cause if it was… you… I would never forgive myself. Damn! 30 seconds left! Alright, Moony, take care. Never forget me, will ya? Well, I am sure I'm giving you hard time every day, not letting you spend a minute alone! Am I not right? I wouldn't be surprised if I am sitting right next to you at the moment. Oh, and don't you dare not call one of your kids after me! I deserve at least that much. I don't know what time of year it is over there right now, but anyways - Merry Christmas, or as I like to say God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs."

Zoom. The picture trembles, the screen goes dark and everything starts to spin. In the next moment, I am back to my old attic, kneeling and gripping the parchment in my hand. My head buzzes so strongly, my visions are blurry, and even though I feel something wet in my eyes, I tell myself those are not tears. I force myself to stand up and try to remember what I was doing here in the first place.

"Oh, yes… the tree…" I whisper breathlessly and somehow manage to look for the big box with the plastic tree. It takes me a few minutes but I find it.

Later, as I am sitting in my living room, looking at the magically decorated Christmas tree, with my cat curled in my lap, I speak honestly, my voice filled with emotions:

"Thank you for making me get the tree. I would never forgive myself if I didn't listen to you this morning."

Meow.

She gazes at me, looking satisfied. She got what she wanted plus I had to thank her for it. My kitty lazily stretches and I pat her. "You know," I say insecurely. "I saw them today… I did… I saw… James… and Lily… and Sirius…"

Meow?

"Yes, I did. I'm not going crazy, don't worry." I smile, because I notice the suspicious look in her eyes. "They were there. They couldn't see me, but I could them… And if I didn't go up there to find the tree, none of this would happen. I wouldn't see them… And I needed to. Just one last time. So, once again… thank you."

Meow.

I can swear she smiled at me!

"Minute till twelve." I say, checking the clock on my wall. I wait for 10 seconds before midnight and then I start the countdown.

"10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Merry Christmas, Siria!"

My black cat purrs in respond.

THE END

Author's Notes: Annnnnndddd...??!! WHAT. DO. YOU. THINK. Please please please tell me! You'll get a free cookie! 3