Many, many thanks to everyone who has been reading and reviewing! I'm glad you've enjoyed it! And I hope you like the ending!

This is the official last chapter of Wolfsbane, but there are two outtakes that I'll be posting over the next couple of days, one serious and relevant to the fic, but it didn't really fit in anywhere else...and the other will be absolutely horrible, terrible, unrepentant, utterly hilarious, delightful crack of the highest order. Both are definitely worth a read :D

Also, there will be a point in this chapter where you'll go "OH NO SHE DIDN'T" but yeah, I totally did. I was nerding out, it had to happen.

On that note: Disclaimer: I don't own anything which is used or referenced in this fic, and I especially don't own Harry Potter

Chapter Thirteen

Several days later, as all of the students were piling into the great hall an extra person at the head table garnered someone's notice. He was seated next to Professor Lupin and the two were talking amicably...in spite of the powerful death rays being sent their way by Professor Snape.

It wasn't too long after that someone realized:

"It's Sirius Black!"

Everyone began to panic, but Dumbledore instructed all of them to be seated and he would explain all momentarily. Dumbledore waited until the hall was full of warily whispering students before speaking.

"Now that all the students are here," Dumbledore said, standing up to address everyone, a few odd yellow feathers still sticking out at odd angles from his hair and beard, "I can begin my explanation. Sirius Black is indeed here, but you have no need to fear him. As some of you will see in this morning's Daily Prophet he has been completely pardoned for the crimes that led to his imprisonment. Mr. Black is entirely innocent, and the horrible crimes were in fact committed by Peter Pettigrew who was found alive and then turned in by Mr. Black. In addition, those with Defense Against the Dark Arts first today will find their class has been cancelled. That is all, please enjoy your breakfast."

Food appeared on the table, but most students were too busy talking about what happened to eat. When the post arrived, newspapers were passed around and read aloud.

As breakfast drew to a close, McGonagall approached Harry and told him that he was to stay after breakfast to meet with the headmaster.

Ron and Hermione sent him sympathetic looks, and Harry rolled his eyes and ate his breakfast. When the chimes rang, all the students began leaving, and Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione and waited nervously as all the other students trailed past him. Once the great hall cleared out, Harry was left behind with only Sirius Black, Professor Lupin, and the headmaster. The three men slowly walked up to Harry, and he nervously gripped his book-bag wondering what this could possibly have to do with him.

Sirius Black didn't look much like a criminal; he wore nice, brand-new robes. His face was clean-shaven and his shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. He looked nothing like the crazy looking starved man on the cover of The Daily Prophet…though he did look dreadfully nervous and cautious-if the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead was any indication. He was also clutching at a small fuzzy black thing.

For a moment the four of them stood in an awkward silence before Dumbledore finally said, eyes twinkling, "I believe someone has something they'd like to say to you, Harry."

Startled, Sirius Black, turned to look at the headmaster and then upon seeing no help forthcoming from Dumbledore, he nervously cleared his throat held out the small black thing he held in his arms. It was a a tiny, shaggy black puppy. It squirmed happily in his hands, tongue lolling blissfully.

"I know you're not much one for dogs," he said, "but you seemed to like…Wolfsbane well enough, so I thought you might like to have a replacement."

"What do you mean?" Harry demanded, instantly suspicious, and he turned accusingly to Professor Lupin, "What happened to Bane? Is he all right?"

"Bane," Sirius Black cleared his throat, and looked down at the ground anxiously, "got pardoned because he found Peter Pettigrew and turned him into the authorities…"

Harry stared blankly at him, not understanding what he was saying. This had to be some sort of weird adult code.

"I'm Wolfsbane," Sirius Black blurted out, "I'm an animagus."

Harry continued to stare blankly at him, still really not understanding what was going on, "Surely, you can't be serious," Harry said in disbelief.

Sirius tilted his head and with a wry grin he replied, "I am Sirius and don't call me Shirley."

Remus snorted and said, "I don't think that's helping, Sirius."

"Okay, okay, you're right, I'm not doing a good job of explaining. Let me start over," Sirius sighed, "...Hello, I'm Sirius Black," He shifted the dog into one hand and held out the other, and Harry took it simply because it was the only thing he could think to do, "and I'm an animagus with the ability to turn into a large black dog."

Professor Lupin agreed, "It's true, Harry, and he has been posing as your pet all this time."

They were serious. But...Harry's brow furrowed and he looked between Lupin and Black and how well they seemed to be getting on...which seemed like it couldn't be right if Sirius Black was Wolfsbane. They'd never gotten on before. This couldn't be right. This couldn't be right at all!

"Then why are you two acting like friends?" Harry asked. "Professor Lupin, you hate Wolfsbane!"

"That's a bit complicated," Lupin sighed and he explained, "I knew he was an animagus all this time, I could recognize his form. Because I knew he was Sirius Black, I was worried about him being around you. I thought he was a murderer and I thought he was responsible for your parents' deaths. I thought he'd betrayed your parents to You-Know-Who and killed Peter and all those other people. I thought he was trying to kill you too."

Harry became even more confused and asked, "My parents? What do you mean? I don't understand."

"You see, Harry," Sirius Black haltingly explained further, "when your parents went into hiding, they had a secret keeper, and everyone thought it was me...when really it was Peter Pettigrew. After your parents were killed by You-Know-Who, I went after Peter but he set it up so that it looked like I betrayed your parents and I killed all of those people…but I didn't. He framed me and that's why I was sent to jail."

Harry began shrinking away upon hearing all of this, "What does that have to do with anything? What does this have to do with me?"

"Harry," Sirius Black croaked out, turning away from Harry and cradling the wiggling puppy against his chest, "I loved your parents, they…and Remus, your Professor Lupin and Peter were all my best friends…before. I was your dad's best man at his wedding to your mum, I was at your christening...and that's why your mum and dad made me your godfather. "

This was too much for Harry to take in and he stared down at his shoes, there was a slight shuffling noise and seconds later a small puppy appeared at his feet, sniffing and licking eagerly at his shoes. A hand lightly touched Harry's shoulder, enough to get his attention.

Sirius Black stood before him looking at Harry intensely, "I'm sorry that I didn't reveal myself to you sooner…I didn't want to scare you, and it could've put you in a lot of danger if you knew who I was. I hadn't even intended to let you see me that night when we met…I'm also sorry that I rushed after Peter the way I did twelve years ago and left you alone for so long. If I hadn't been so rash…"

Then everything could have been different. Harry turned away from Sirius and stared at the floor, trying to make sense of what he was hearing.

"Thinking things through was never your strong point, Padfoot," Professor Lupin told him softly, clapping Sirius on the shoulder.

"Padfoot?" Harry questioned, remembering the name Professor Lupin had used yesterday, "Is that what your dog form is called?"

"Yes," Sirius replied with a smile. "It's a nickname as well. We all had them because of our animagus forms...your father was called Prongs because he was a stag animagus, your Professor Lupin was called Moony..."

"Peter," Professor Lupin finished, with the venom he'd previously reserved for speaking to Bane, "was called Wormtail…because he was a rat animagus."

Harry suddenly realized what really happened to Ron's pet, and gasped, "You mean! Scabbers!"

Sirius Black and Professor Lupin exchanged a look, and then finally they both nodded. Harry felt sick realizing that the man who was responsible for his parents death had been his best friend's pet.

"He was living with me all this time?" Harry demanded, horrified.

"There's no need to worry, Harry," Dumbledore interjected, "he didn't harm anyone all these years he was in hiding and now he will never harm anyone again."

They lapsed into silence once more, before Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked pointedly at Sirius. The puppy was currently trying to climb its way up Harry's legs, but kept falling back down onto his shoes.

"Harry," Sirius Black said, face serious once more, "I…I would like to take my place as your godfather once more, if you'll let me. You could come for holidays or visits-of course, I understand if you don't-"

"That would be great!" Harry exclaimed, face bright enough to light up the whole hall. He felt completely overwhelmed by all of this: the betrayals, the plots, the men pretending to be pets. But this was something Harry could understand…having a godfather who could take him away from the Dursleys! Harry then knelt down to pick up the puppy, "This is so great!"

Sirius Black also smiled brightly, all nervousness gone, and he enveloped Harry in a big hug, minding not to crush the tiny puppy. Then he seemed to suddenly remember something else, and firmly assured Harry, "Don't worry, Harry, everything you said to me when I was a dog is completely in confidence."

Harry flushed as he remembered all the things he'd told Wolfsbane, all the times he'd cried and held the dog for comfort, all that time he'd been a person…all that time…Harry gasped, "I gave you baths."

"I apologize for getting so dirty," Sirius Black said in clear amusement.

Harry clutched his new puppy in embarrassment. The puppy squirmed and desperately tried to lick Harry's face.

Sirius laughed and added, "I also need you to ask Ron what sort of pet he'd like to have to replace…"

"The rat," Professor Lupin finished blandly.

Harry looked down at the little squirming pup in his arms and then shyly asked, "Can I really come live with you?"

"Well, Headmaster-"

"Do call me Albus," Dumbledore told Sirius.

"Albus says that you'll need to stay with your relatives for a few weeks each summer, but all the rest of the time you're very welcome to come stay with me," Sirius told Harry. "Oh, this reminds me!"

Sirius fished something from his pocket and proudly handed it over. Harry, after looking at the paper, nearly dropped the puppy in excitement. It was his Hogsmeade permission slip, Sirius had remembered everything Harry had said!

"If you want, during Hogsmeade weekends, I can show you around and buy you some butterbeer and clothes that fit or something," Sirius told Harry brightly. "That way you can get to know me as a human before you come spend time with me during holidays."

Harry had never felt happier in his life.

"Professor Lupin," Harry gasped, "I'm going to be able to make the best Patronus ever."

This, for some reason, made all three adults laugh.

"If you'd like, Harry," The headmaster said, eyes twinkling, "you may take your classes off today and spend time with your godfather."

"Really?" Harry gasped in surprise.

"I don't think it will be a problem," The headmaster replied, looking at Sirius.

Sirius grinned mischievously at Harry and said, "I think we can get you all caught up on what you miss. I imagine I'll make a pretty good study buddy now that I can talk."

Sirius took Harry down to Hogsmeade where they ate lunch, and did a bit of shopping, and then they returned to the castle for dinner, which Sirius spent at the Gryffindor table. He already knew all of Harry's friends as he'd been living with them, and at their request Sirius transformed into Wolfsbane several times and they would all squeal and laugh.

Everyone also spent a good deal of time cooing over Harry's new puppy, which made Ron comment that he wished he too had a pet...now that Scabbers was dead from the mysterious disease, and Sirius promised to take him pet shopping next Hogsmeade weekend.

After dinner, Sirius had to leave, but he waited until the great hall had mostly emptied before telling Harry he had one more present for him. Sirius made Harry swear several times not to let Fred and George or anyone else see it. Harry quickly agreed, and Sirius hugged Harry tightly and quietly whispered, "If you solemnly swear that you are up to no good then turn your pockets out."

"What?" Harry asked confused and curious, "What does that mean?"

Sirius just grinned and said, "I'll see you in a couple of weeks!"

Sirius then wandered off to go speak to Professor Lupin and the other teachers who welcomed him…well, except for Snape who was acting like he wanted to use the killing curse on him...if he hadn't already administered some poison to Sirius during dinner.

Harry frowned thoughtfully and left the great hall, when he suddenly remembered he'd worn his robe with the trick pockets today. Turn his pockets out...that meant Sirius had put something in the trick pockets! Harry quickly stuck his hands in his pockets and turned them out and in the right pocket he found a worn piece of parchment. Then Harry remembered his promise to keep it secret and ducked into an alcove out of everyone's sight.

Harry studied the parchment, trying to figure out what it could possibly be, and murmured what Sirius said thoughtfully, "If I solemnly swear that I am up to no good…?"

Slowly, ink began to appear and move across the front of the sheet of parchment to form words. Harry held his breath in shock as he read the names and messages that popped up.

Mr. Moony is quite perplexed as to why anyone who was up to no good would come looking here. Surely they can't believe that that this innocent little gem would be of use for any mischief.

Mr. Prongs disagrees and thinks that perhaps if a person solemnly swore they were up to no good then maybe they are indeed in the right place.

Mr. Padfoot quite agrees and that if there was no question to the fact that a person solemnly swears that they are up to no good then surely they may find assistance here.

Mr. Wormtail thinks that if such a person were to use their wand to prove their intentions then mischief could indeed be managed.

Harry quickly retrieved his wand and placed it against the parchment and said, firmly, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"

Fin! But stay tuned for the two outtakes!