Here's the last chapter. I've got a new story that I wrote during Hurricane Dennis. Although it's not through yet I'll post the first chapter soon!

View of Sirius - #6

Remus sat five huge boxes full of junk. It had been two months since Sirius fell through the veil and Remus decided that it was enough sitting around being depressed.

He moved a box of old clothes and came upon one filled with books and albums. He sat back going through an album filled with pictures from Hogwarts.

Memories swept him into another world and for the next few hours he cried and laughed as he went through album after album. As he reached into the box he pulled out a red notebook.

"Sirius' journal," Remus said softly.

He went to read it but Molly walked in and he shut it.

"I've got dinner ready, dear or if you want I can bring it to you."

Remus smiled. "Thank you Molly, but I'm through here for today."

He stood up and followed Molly to the kitchen. There he saw Fred and George talking animatedly to Mudungus and Arthur talking quietly to Bill. He took a seat next to Ron who turned to him.

"Have you read Harry's letter?" Ron asked filling his plate.

Remus nodded taking a bowl of potatoes. "Yes I did."

Ron nodded too looking a bit uncomfortable.

"How do..how do you think he really is?"

Remus stopped eating for a minute and put his fork down. He looked at Ron, whose face showed his concern for Harry.

"He lost the closet thing to a father. Even though I am like a father to him, Sirius and Harry had a special bond."

Ron looked back at his plate. Remus stared for a few minutes at the red-haired boy then went back to his meal.

OOOOOO

Remus clutched the red book in his hands as he lit a small table lamp. He opened it not noticing the piece of paper that dropped on the floor at his feet. He opened it to the first page and read:

Remus said to start this journal thing. I guess I will because for him I'd do anything.

I feel so angered by the fact that my parents can't accept anyone but their pathetic souls. They can't even accept me.

I see Mr. and Mrs. Potter and James and realize how important family is.

Why can't I have a family?

I guess..wait I know I will..one day.

Remus swallowed thickly, decideding not to read the rest. After all it was just about the same. He read page after page of Sirius' deep hatred for his family. He stopped at one page that had the words I'm Sorry on the top of the page in big letters. He continued on reading:

Remus I'm so..so fucking sorry. I had to..maybe one day I can tell you why I did it. I had to Remus please understand..please try to forgive me…I'm so sorry.

Remus stopped confused. He continued reading:

I can't believe I did it either. I can't believe I just aborted our child. I'm-

The diary stopped there. Remus was in shock. Sirius had been pregnant. He had aborted their child. Remus looked at the date. His eyes filled with tears, as he knew why Sirius had done it. That was around the time of Voldemort's first rise.

Remus continued reading out of pure curiosity. By the time he got done it was already one in the morning. He stood up and noticed the torn paper on the floor. He bent down and smoothed it out. It was another entry, this one dated some four months ago.

Remus and Harry I have a feeling this war is going to get nastier than anyone, even Dumbledore, imagined. If something should happen to me, whether in action or me doing something in pure insanity(Remus smiled slightly at this) then I want you two to have everything of mine. Maybe I'm being paranoid or maybe I'm being morbid..but…truth is I'm scared.

I know I shouldn't be, hell it's not like I'm doing anything, but..I am.

One last thing if you ever need me whether in life or death I'm here for you.

Remus I love you with all my heart and soul.

Harry I love you like you are my own son.

I leave to you my memories and my life.

Sirius

Remus sat down unable to hold the sob back any longer. He put the piece of paper to his heart.

"I love you my Sirius, with all my heart and soul," Remus sobbed.

As daylight appeared Remus rose from the chair. He watched the owl disappear with the note from Sirius in its claws. He breathed in and quickly turned around.

He could swear he smelled Sirius' cologne. He sniffed again and smiled.

"Hey Siri," he whispered.

THE END.