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When the end comes

Chapter two

A Hero's Return

A warm summer breeze patted Harry's face as he flew full speed, or at least as fast as he could go with all his luggage waying him down, towards number twelve, Grimmald Place, thoughts of the Dursleys last moment kindness burning through his mind. This of all was one of the stranger moments of Harry's life, topping the list with others like finding out he was a wizard, or that he was famous within the Wizarding World. But he now had to put those tings aside for later and concentrate on the closer things at hand.

He had been flying for nearly an hour and the day couldn't have been more perfect for flight, very sunny, yet slightly cloudy for just enough coverage. Not that this all mattered, he rerembered three years ago on the night bus a conducter named Stanley Shunpike had told him "Muggles ain' see nothin'". He wondered how Stan was and if he had yet been cleared of his charges, Harry had not read the Dailey Prophet since his train ride home from Hogwarts. The Prophet had then stated that the Ministry of Magic was in complete dismay since Dumbledore's suprising death. Once again his thought's held on Dumbledore, he was trying to think of a way how he could have stopped Snape from killing him. "There was nothing I could do" spoke one voice from inside his head. "But there may have been" argued a second voice. These last two days Harry had spent inside his own mind had been the hardest days in his entire miserable life, he kept blaming himself for Dumbledore's death, yet at the same time couldn't help feeling that mabye, just mabye Albus Dumbledore had meant to die.

Harry's mind began to ache, and he was glad to see that he was almost at his destination. He was just about at the point where, on his last flight to London, Mad-Eye Moody suggested that Harry and his guard of Aurors doubled back to ward off any followers. That night, Harry nearly froze to death.

He grinned as he finally saw the street where he would be landing. He started his descent, careful to avoid and on lookers by landing in a dank ally way that smelled strongley of rotten cheese. Keeping his things covered by his invisibility cloak, he marched onward through the filth he landed in and turned the corner to walk out to the middle of the street.

Facing strait forward he could see both Number Eleven and Number Thirteen, he closed his eyes, then reopened them. For a split second he saw nothing and thought it wouldn't work, but sure enough with a second glance at the alley way between Number Eleven andThirteen he saw a handleless, wooden door with a coiled decarative snake on it. Cautiously approaching the door with his wand held aloft, he nudged the door open to see a familiar face beaming back at him.

"Hello Harry" said the face, in a hard, yet somewhat freindly voice.

"Proffessor Lupin?" asked Harry. Lupin was barely noticable, his hair now completley grey, his robes shabier than ever and his face scared much more than last time Harry had seen him.

"Remus" corrected the man, "You may call me Remus now Harry for I am no longer your teacher, besides your soon to come of age, am I correct?"

"Er... yes, I suppose." Harry had completly forgotton about his birthday coming in nearly two months, he didn't care very much though, it didn't make a difference to him if he was of age or not. He was still very capable.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked "I thought no one but a member of the Black familiy and Bellatrix Lestran-" Lupin cut him off "Ah Harry" he said sounding amused. "That is why I am here, you see".

"To protect the house from Lestrange?" Harry asked

"No, Harry" replied Lupin "Not just that, but I have been expecting someone else, some other member of the Black family to enter the house. I was right, someone from the Black family did enter. He is here right now, as a matter of fact. Come Harry, follow me"

Harry stepped inside and walked along with Lupin, he turned into the kitchen and heard the door outside clunk shut. The kitchen was dim lit and it pained him to be in it, the memorys of all the good times inside it made him feel like breaking down again, but he stopped himself of emotion. Lupin lead him over to the pantry, stepped inside and motioned for him to do the same. Inside the cramped room Lupin turned torward the wall faceing the door and mumbled a word Harry didn't hear. The wall cracked open like a door and light poured into the pantry. Lupin lead Harry into the room and sat down at a round table in the middle, the room was triangle shaped and had a bed in the corner opposite the table and the other corner was taken with shadow, Harry thought he saw something stir in the shadow, but came to a conclusion his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Remus?" he said aloud. "What is this?" Lupin said nothing but merely pointed at the shadowed corner as a man that strangley resembled a younger version of Harry's godfather stepped out of the darkness. "Hello Remus, hello Harry" the man said in a harsh voice.

"How do you know my name?" Harry asked this man who he had never seen before in his life.

"You should ask yourself that Harry" the man shrugged and replied. "Besides, you'll see in a moment, the potion is wearing off" he said and gave a raspy, barklike laugh. Harry no longer wondered who this man was, he knew exactly who he was, he looked back at the man that was changing into Harry's godfather, this man was Sirius Black.

thanks for the feedback, Keep it coming, I will be starting on chapters Three and Four tomarrow.

I do plan on having romance, a lot. So be patient.