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Last Chapter…
He handed it to Harry who unfolded it. It was a note, written in beautifully elegant script. He read it aloud, "Harry, We both love you so much and whatever you choose to do we will be proud, but if you do find this note and we are dead, know that we love you and that you can do anything you set your mind to. If you ever find the Record Book, there are pages missing. Don't trust anyone whose names are written in the back, because we aren't sure who removed them. Take care. Lily, James."
Harry had fresh tears slipping down his face. "They died, not knowing which of their friends to trust." Harry's face changed suddenly. His eyes hardened and he wiped away the tears. Standing, he walked determinedly back up to the headmaster's office, the others trailing confusedly behind. He opened the door and entered the office relieved to see his godfather and Remus were there. "Professor Dumbledore, have they administered the Kiss, yet?"
The old man shook his head. "No, Harry. Not yet."
"I want to watch."
Chapter 3 – Kisses, Nightmares, and Torment
"You what?" Sirius leapt to his feet.
"Is that wise, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, quietly.
"I don't care if it's wise or not! I refuse to allow him to watch!" Sirius screeched.
Harry stiffened. Hermione stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but quickly removed and moved away when he rounded on her. His eyes were terrifying. Normally, when Harry was angry, his brilliant emerald eyes blazed with the fire of his emotion. Not now, though. Now, they were a light green, cold, icy fury shimmered in their depths, underlying hatred and the need for revenge just visible. Draco shivered.
Harry spun quickly and stared at his godfather. "What did you say?" He said quietly, calmly. His tone was always a danger sign.
Sirius either didn't notice or didn't care. He snarled, "I forbid you to watch the Kiss. Especially by yourself."
Harry strode very slowly up to stand in front of Sirius. He stared the taller man directly in the eye and his lip curled. "I don't care. I want to watch. I have every right to do so."
Sirius stepped back. "You think you have more right then I do? That man stole 12 years of my life and almost stole my sanity."
"Yes, actually." Harry's cold eyes narrowed. "He put you in jail for murder. You were and still are innocent of that crime."
"And?"
"Wormtail made me a murder." Harry had a blank expression on his face. "Thanks to him, I have to live everyday for the rest of my life knowing that I took another human life. And it's his fault. Everything is his fault. My parents are dead thanks to his betrayal. Voldemort (most winced) rose again thanks to Wormtail. So, yes I think I have more right then anyone to watch his Kiss."
Sirius backed down immediately. "I am going with you, then. You shouldn't be there alone."
Harry shrugged. "Fine."
Hermione finally stepped forward. "Harry…" She murmured in a pleading tone.
He dismissed her with a shake of the head and turned to the headmaster. The old man sighed, but quickly made the arrangements. Soon, Harry and Sirius felt that familiar tug behind the navel as they portkeyed to the Minister of Magic's office. The kiss was being performed there because the minister wanted to be sure that it happened. Wormtail was too slippery a prisoner.
When the two men appeared, the office was empty. They stood looking around for a moment, before the door opened and in walked the Minister of Magic himself, Kingsly Shacklebolt. Harry smiled grimly at him. He and Sirius began to converse in hushed tones. Harry tuned them out. He could feel the Dementors near by. The cold was seeping into his skin. He concentrated on the thought of closure, of seeing Wormtail after the kiss. It definitely was a happy thought, but, like Sirius, the thought of revenge staid him.
The door opened once more and two hooded, decaying figures led in a third sniveling figure. Wormtail looked about him in desperation. He began pleading with everyone for his life; they all turned always. All, but Harry. The emerald-eyed boy stared him down, until Pettigrew whimpered and averted his eyes. After that his pleading ceased, as did any speak.
The Minister read the necessary papers and the Dementors came forward. Harry felt the cold that had slowly be creeping up his arms seep into his chest and clamp around his heart. His vision faded in and out for a moment, until he shook his head and stared at his parents' betrayer. One Dementor lowered his face over Wormtail and Harry heard the familiar rattling noise as the creature sucked on what was left of Pettigrew's soul.
The rat-like man screamed and Harry choked a little as memories began flashing across his eyes. The second Dementor, restless and hungry, turned toward the most powerful and satisfying soul/life force in the room. He moved slowly forward. The closer he came to Harry, the powerful and disturbing the memories became. He saw his mother die for him. He saw Ginny lying almost dead in the Chamber of Secrets. He saw Cedric's dead body sprawled across the dirt in the graveyard. He saw Voldemort emerge from the cauldron. He saw Amos Diggory, festering and smoking, in a mangled, dead heap on the Dursely's front lawn. He saw himself callously, cruelly torturing Snape, before mercilessly killing him. Finally, He saw Peter Pettigrew, his soul hovering in the air between his mouth and the Dementor, looking like an empty, hollow shell.
Then, his world went black.
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"Harry! Harry, Come on! Wake up!"
"Har! Come on, mate. Snap out of it!"
"Potter, if you don't open your eyes this instant, I will never kiss you again!"
Harry knew that voice. His eyes snapped open and he looked around. Leaning over him, Hermione, Ron, and Draco were staring at him. Draco smirked; Ron looked disgusted, but amused; Hermione was down right laughing. She smiled, "How come that didn't work when I said it?"
"Because I'm a better kisser then you are!" Draco scoffed, earning himself a smack on the arm.
"No. Because I was not yet conscious, when you said it. So I didn't hear it." Harry muttered groggily.
Hermione smirked at Draco. "Fair enough."
The blonde scowled. "Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?" He demanded.
"No, I just implied that you weren't a better kisser then Hermione." Harry smirked at the Slytherin, as he sat up.
Draco scowled harder. "See if I ever kiss you again!" Harry smiled and leaned up pulling the blonde boy down to him. He kissed the Slytherin thoroughly before releasing him. Draco looked a little dazed. "Scratch that."
Everyone laughed. It was only then that Harry noticed the he was still in the Minister's office. Remus and Sirius were there as well as Shacklebolt, behind the desk sat Dumbledore. Everyone was smiling at the quartet.
He glanced at the spot where Wormtail had last been standing and shivered. "It's done?"
Dumbledore smiled tiredly. "Yes, it's done. What left of him has been taken back to Azkaban. Harry, you really shouldn't have watched that."
"I had to, Professor. I had to." Harry hung his head as images of Wormtail's Kiss flashed in front of his eyes. He resigned himself then and there. A whole new set of nightmares to add to the extensive collection he'd already gathered.