Harry Potter or any other characters associated with the book are the sole property of J. K. Rowling. Any original character created solely for this story belongs to me, Little C.

Reviews, comments and even flames are welcome. This is the last chapter of this story so if you are planning to review now is the time to do it. A big thank you to my beta reader Dorothy.

Warning: There is some brief nudity, you have been warned and also this chapter takes place during 'Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix' and that is your only warning, haven't read the book don't read the chapter.

Author's note: I just want to state that Lindsey's power is atypical of anything that exists in the books by J. K. Rowling and was solely invented for this story. They kind of have the same effect on her as Cornelia's powers have on her in the Angel series.

The Things We Never Did or Said, Chapter Twelve

It was a particularly bright and sunny day in March and Sirius was forced to witness it from inside the one place he thought he'd never set foot in again. The thought of being sent back to Azkaban was something he had come to terms with a long time ago; he was, after all, a wanted man. But to be confined inside the house where he grew up was not something he had ever thought possible. He once had walked out the front door with no intentions of ever returning and now he was back, trapped inside with a mentally deranged house-elf, the mad portrait of his mother and the occasional Order member for company. It was more than enough to make one go insane.

In Azkaban you had no will to fight - you had no will to do anything - the Dementors saw to that when they sucked all hope and happiness from you. Out here he could make a difference, but as long as he had a price on his head he would be more of a liability than an asset.

He looked down at his hands that were resting in his lap and saw the ring on his left hand glittering in the sunlight. It was a snug fit now and he was so used to it that he sometimes forgot he was wearing it, but he could never forget her. Remus had tried to help him to get in touch with her but she was nowhere to be found. According to her cousin, she had been missing since the beginning of last summer.

He heard the door to the room open.

"Have you ever seen Lindsey's Animagus form?" Remus asked and he turned and looked at him.

"Once," Sirius said, "back at Hogwarts, I asked her to show me and she did. Have you?"

"I did," Remus answered, "although it wasn't intentional. She returned from having been out one night and I stepped into her room as she was transforming back to human."

"Why do you ask?" Sirius asked, wondering what the point of this little chat was.

"Have you ever noticed how alike Harry's pet owl and Lindsey's Animagus forms are?" Remus asked.

"Now that you mention it," Sirius said.

There was a knock on the front door and he made a move to rise from where he as was sitting.

"I'll get it," Remus said and walked out of the room. Sirius sat down again; it was probably just someone from the Order returning from some secretive and highly dangerous mission.

"Um, Sirius," he heard Remus say.

"What?" he asked without turning.

"There is someone here to see you," he said.

Surprised he turned around and standing beside Remus – clad in a lavender robe – was Lindsey. He didn't know what to say, what to do. Everything seemed to fade away and the only thing left in the world was she. She walked up to him, not saying a word.

"I must be dreaming," he said reaching out to touch her face. Her skin felt warm and smooth to the touch.

"Then it's a good dream," she said.

"Yes," he said and she smiled, "it is."

"Not wanting to disturb the reunion," Remus said, "but how on earth did you find this place? It is hidden with numerous spells including the Fidelius Charm. And where have you been?"

"I've been around," she said, "after Voldemort rose I just wanted to get away. Harry wasn't the only one witnessing it. As for me being here, I went to Hogwarts and asked Dumbledore if he knew where one might find Sirius, it took some doing but he eventually told me."

"How is Hogwarts?" Sirius asked, wanting to hear some news about the place from someone that wasn't Harry. Though he loved his godson as if he were his own, he didn't trust the boy to be completely forthright with him. Probably mostly due to many a caution from Hermione, but he doubted Harry would ever say anything that would have him charging to the rescue, fugitive or not be damned.

"It's a powder keg," she said, "just waiting for something to set it off."

"Speaking of Hogwarts," Remus said. "Sirius and I were talking about something just before you arrived. Have you been keeping close to Harry these past few years?"

"What makes you think that?" she asked, obviously bewildered.

"Your Animagus is a snowy owl," Sirius said, "and Harry has a pet named Hedwig that is also a snowy owl, so we just though that maybe it was you."

"Interesting theory," she said, "but no, I haven't been keeping my eyes on the boy, I've actually tried to distance myself from the wizarding world as much as possible. Besides, it's not like I need The Daily Prophet to tell me what is going on."

"Visions?" Remus asked.

"More than you could possibly imagine," she said tiredly. "Some days I hardly know who or where I am. It's very disconcerting, sometimes I feel as though I'm at my wits end."

"Voldemort?" Sirius asked.

"Surprisingly few are actually about him," she said, "but I guess there will be more when he starts increasing his efforts."

"Is anyone in danger?" Remus asked and she shook her head.

"Not at the moment," she said, "not that I would know either, my visions are currently all in the future, being it months or years, never in the here and now. And before you say anything else may I please sit down and have something to drink because I flew all the way here from Hogwarts."

"We can sit down in the kitchen," Remus said.

Sirius was getting ready to go to bed when there was a knock on the door. Before he had time to open his mouth to say anything, Lindsey slipped into the room. Since it had grown late she had asked if she could spend the night.

"Something on your mind?" he asked politely.

"Does this still mean anything?" she asked holding up her left hand and the ring on her finger sparkled in the candle light. "Does it?"

"Mean what?" he asked dumbfounded.

"That you one day, might, if you feel like it, propose?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered and he saw that she relaxed slightly. "Was that all?"

"I'm sorry," she said with a sigh. "With all these visions lately I've grown paranoid."

"Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

"I wish I could tell you who will survive and who won't," she said, "but I can't. My visions are sometimes so far into the future that they are conflicting because even the smallest wordno matter how insignificant at the time can save hundreds of lives or make you lose the battle."

"Are you afraid that I will die?" he asked. "Because that won't happen. In case you haven't noticed I'm confined in this house, I can't leave. Well, I can leave, but I won't."

"Don't do that," she said suddenly sounding angry.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Making promises that you can't keep," she said, "you mean well but we both know that you can't just sit and watch those you love get hurt if there is a chance that you can help. Even a life sentence to Azkaban couldn't contain youso how could this house?"

"I risk being thrown into prison or getting a little kiss from a Dementor, if they can find one that is," he said, "do you really think I'll risk that?"

"Yes," she said, "because I know you. The next time Harry is in trouble, and he will since he seems to have inherited his father's talent of getting into trouble, you will be there to help him. You aren't the person that can sit idly by watching people get hurt, you are the kind of person that will risk life and limb to help."

"Lindsey..." Sirius started, but she silenced him by placing her fingers over his mouth.

"You are a hero, Sirius," she said, "and a hero needs to be heroic. And you can't be anything less than who you are and I wouldn't love you as much as I do if you weren't."

"Lindsey..." he began again when she removed her fingers but she silenced him once more, this time with a kiss. And what a kiss it was, they say that your first kiss is the most thrilling kiss you will ever have but this kiss made that one pale in comparison.

When they parted they were both panting as if they had been running. And he noticed that there was something wicked in the way she was looking at him.

"Do you believe in old-fashioned weddings?" she asked innocently.

"No," he answered, bewildered.

"Good," she said and pulled off her robe and let it fall to the floor, "because I don't intend to be an old-fashioned bride."

For a few minutes all Sirius could do was stare at her. He couldn't believe what she had done.

"What's the matter?" she asked, taking a seductive step toward him. "Cat got your tongue?"

"I've dreamt... I've fantasised..." he faltered.

"Dreams are no match for the real thing," she said as she took his hands in hers and placed them on her hips. "I know you're a hero, now show me that you can be a man."

Without a word he pulled her close in a soul-searing kiss.

Remus knocked lightly on Sirius' door but there was no response, so he creaked the door open enough to peer inside. In the light of a single candle he saw Lindsey lying with her head on Sirius' shoulder with one arm over his chest. Sirius had his arm around her as well.

Smiling to himself, Remus closed the door and went down to the kitchen.

All around her there was mist. She could tell that she was in a room although she couldn't see any walls. The mist parted and she saw and old gate with a tattered veil. Though it looked innocently enough, the mere sight of it made her blood run cold.

Although it was the last thing she wanted, she moved closer to the gate, stopping about a foot from it. She couldn't feel the wind that moved the veil, nor could she see what lay beyond, but she could hear whispering.

"...when the veil pulls back maybe all those that have gone before us will be there waiting..."

Slowly she reached out a hand towards the veil but before she could touch it, it folded back onto itself ...

She saw platform nine and three quarters. Watching the Hogwarts Express pull into the station almost in slow motion, she saw the pretty girl with long black hair in twin plaits clad in a Hogwarts robe and Gryffindor scarf get off the train and was greeted with a huge hug from the tall man with black hair but this time he was alone...

Lindsey jerked awake. Her head felt too big for her body and something warm trickled from her nose. She also noticed that something had glued shut her left eye. Feeling sick to her stomach she rolled out of bed and on hands and knees she felt around for her robe on the floor. She found it and pulled it on and then set out to find the kitchen.

Getting into the kitchen she found that both Remus and Sirius were sitting at the table drinking tea. Remus noticed her as she came in and hurried to help her sit down at the table.

"What happened?" Sirius asked as Remus went to get some water.

"I was dreaming and then I had a vision," she said, but she wondered what had been the vision and what had been a dream. She looked at Sirius with her eye that wasn't sealed. "You could have woken me up."

"I tried," he said as Remus returned with a wet cloth and gently washed away the blood from her face. "You just muttered something obscene and rolled over."

"I'm a heavy sleeper," she said a bit embarrassed.

"I noticed," he said with a smile.

"Did you see anything of importance?" Remus asked. "Try to open your eye."

"Not really," she said and blinked open her eye. "As I said I was dreaming so there is no way telling what was dream and what was vision."

She got up from the seat on unsteady legs.

"I should be going," she said. "I need to get back to my house and tell my cousin that I'm still alive."

"At least stay for breakfast," Sirius said, almost pleadingly.

"Sure," she said and sat down again.

She really didn't want to leave but she sensed that something was about to happen and she didn't want to get caught in it.

Lindsey was lying in a lounge chair in the backyard, enjoying the warmth of the June sun. This was the first time in four months that her pesky cousin Sydney had let her outside. Though she had been feeling poorly for the last couple of months she was feeling much better now, still her cousin treated her like she was made of glass.

Lindsey found out fairly early that she belonged to the group of women who weren't cut out for pregnancy. She wasn't surprised, her mother hadn't been either which was one of the reasons she was an only child. She only hoped that she wouldn't follow in her mother's footsteps and have a miscarriage, but since she was now in the second trimester of her pregnancy she figured it would be smooth sailing from now on. She was surprised that she hadn't had one single vision since that night she had spent with Sirius. Either it was because of her current state or it was mounting up for one gigantic vision, she was hoping it was the former.

Closing her eyes she relaxed, the sun warming her skin while the wind was softly wafting over her. She could hear the kids playing tag in the front yard and Sidney singing, her voice carrying through the open window in the kitchen.

"...he was caught in the middle of a desperate fight/and she couldn't find how to push through..." '

Suddenly everything felt far away and the sun no longer gave any warmth, the sound of singing and laugher grew silent...

She opened her eyes and found herself standing on the topmost tier in a dim-lit, rectangular room with row after row of benches leading down to the floor - almost like an amphitheatre. She saw people, people she didn't know and people she did know caught up in a battle. She saw what looked to be a fifteen year old boy with jet-black, unruly hair and green eyes.

"Harry!" she thought, surprised.

But her attention immediately deviated from the boy to the combatants when a familiar voice called out; "Come on, you can do better than that!"

She looked up to see Sirius being hit by a jet of red light square in the chest. She watched as he fell through the veil in the archway and was gone.

"SIRIUS!" she heard Harry scream. "SIRIUS!"

The vision began to fade as Remus hindered Harry from reaching the gate...

And she was back in the garden with the sun warm on her face.

As in a daze she walked into the house. She couldn't believe what she had just seen, she just couldn't. There was a knot in her chest waiting to burst but she couldn't let it. As she put her foot on the lowest step of the stair she felt a familiar pain although much more intense than normal. Something was very wrong.

"Sydney!" she called, trying not to sound as panicked as she felt.

"Oh my god!" she heard Sidney gasp and then her cousin was by her side. "What's wrong?"

"Call Dr. Hansen," she said.

"You've got to get to the hospital," Sydney said.

"No time," Lindsey said feeling something warm trickling down the inside of her thigh. "Call Dr. Hansen. Now!"

"John! Sammy!" Sydney called. "Get your butts in here and help your aunt upstairs!"

Two bright-eyed kids - one boy and one girl - in their early teens burst through the front door and helped her up the stairs while their mother disappeared back into the kitchen to call the doctor.

By the time they made it up the stairs Lindsey was in such pain that her legs wouldn't support her and John had to carry her with some help from his sister.

They got her into her bed and as she was laying there enduring wave after wave of agonising pain, she let the knot in her chest burst and all the sorrow she felt as she had seen Sirius fall through the veil poured out of her in one word; "SIRIUS!"

Remus was back at number twelve, Grimmauld Place walking from room to room with an odd sense of looking for something or someone. Halfway down the stairs his knees gave out on him and he sat down heavily. Rocking back and forward he hugged himself tightly as if he could keep his sorrow contained that way.

"This can't be happening," he muttered over and over again, "not again."

How many loved ones was he going to lose to the darkness? James, Lily, Peter and now Sirius. He counted Peter as lost to the darkness, the man that now called himself Peter Pettigrew was not the Peter he had once known and called friend.

He looked up and saw something blindingly white lying on the floor in a speck of sunshine. Dazed he got up and over to it. Picking it up he noticed it was a feather.

"Lindsey!"

He had completely forgotten about her and in a split second he had gone from the murky darkness of Grimmauld Place to the sunny garden of Lindsey's Victorian-style mansion. He knocked on the door, and a woman in her mid-thirties opened it. She looked sad.

"I'm here to see Lindsey," he said.

"She is in no condition to see anyone," the woman informed him.

"I need to see her," he said urgently, "I'm a friend of hers."

"Have we met before?" she asked. "You lived here with her, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did," he said.She looked intently at him and he could see that she was debating on whether to let him in or not.

"Come in," she said, "but don't say or do anything that will upset her. She's upstairs in her room."

"What happened?" he asked. The woman had been on her way into the kitchen but stopped.

"She lost her baby," was all she said and disappeared out into the kitchen. Remus felt as if someone had dropped a bucket of cold water over him and he wondered distantly when this string of bad news would end.

Reaching Lindsey's room, he opened it carefully and saw that she was sitting up in her bed looking out the window. For the first time in all the years he had known her she had her hair loose and not braided. It was matted and hung lifeless down her shoulders and back, but he guessed that under any other circumstances it would have been vibrant.

He knocked softly on the door to make his presence known."Remus," she said, her face brightening somewhat.

"I'm afraid I have bad news," he said as he sat down on her bed beside her.

"I know," she said, "I saw it."

Her words came as no surprise to him, he had half expected it. He just wished that she hadn't.

"Your cousin told me you lost your baby," he said and she nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"What was there to say?" she asked. "Had Sirius known his priorities would have been compromised, something he could not afford."

"But still," Remus said although he knew that she was right. Torn between her and Harry he would have faltered and that wouldn't have been good.

"Remus," she said, her eyes once again looking out through the window.

"Yes," he said.

"When the war is over," she said, "could you place a wreath of orange daises on my grave?"

"What?" he gasped. "Your grave? You're not going to die. You might feel like it but..."

He trailed off as she turned and looked at him. In her face he could see that she wasn't kidding, nor was the grief talking. It wasn't just that she had lost the love of her life and their baby. She just hadn't anymore life left in her. Remus felt a cold hand close around his heart.

"I was in no condition to get pregnant," she sighed, "all those visions took their toll on me. At the first of the pregnancy there was none and I thought it would be okay, but then I saw Sirius die and that was the straw that broke the camel's back."

"Your visions," Remus said, "of the girl at King's Cross?"

"That vision was altered once more the night I was at Grimmauld Place," she said, "he and the girl were there but I wasn't."

"Was the baby a girl?" he asked.

"They wouldn't tell me," she said, "but I know it was."

"I'm so sorry this had to happen," he said and took her hand in his. She smiled weakly at him, but suddenly her eyes widened, her body tensed and she gripped his hand so hard he heard the bones grating against each other. Horrified, he watched as bright red blood ran down her cheeks and nose.

She exhaled noisily and her body relaxed.

"Lindsey," he said carefully.

"'For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be'," she said. ''

"What did you see?" he asked.

"The future," she said weakly and Remus saw flecks of blood on her lips. "I saw the future and it was beautiful."

She turned and looked at him.

"Tell Harry that..." the last remained unsaid as her eyes slid closed and the breath left her body. She was gone.

He didn't remember how but somehow he got outside and was sitting on the stairs of the front porch. Tears were running unhindered down his cheeks. He had lost everyone, he was all alone.

Suddenly the death gate appeared before him as if to taunt him in his sorrow. But the veil pulled back and he saw a sunny garden in perpetual bloom, and in the shade beneath a tree three people were sitting. One of them suddenly got up as a fourth person came running towards them and they met in an embrace. The other two got up as well and also hugged the newcomer welcome.

The veil closed and the gate disappeared. Remus felt as if some of the sorrow lifted. It was still there, but was no longer unbearable. He could live with it. He had to, for the sake of those he loved and those who needed him still.

' Sydney was singing "Moonlight Shadow" by Mike Oldfield. The quote is from the first verse.

'' Lindsey was quoting Lord Alfred Tennyson

Some of the text in the scene in The Chamber of Death is actually taken from the book.

The End