Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places in this story they all belong to J K Rowling

A/N: Set during and after Order of the Phoenix and Half Blood Prince. Most people thought Sirius Black died that day in the ministry of magic, but the whole story was not told. Sirius Black lived and this is his tale. Sort of a prelude to my Harry Potter stories, picking up where J K Rowling left it and telling how Voldemort was defeated and the series ends. Written from Sirius' point of view.

07 – May – Hogwarts

Most of the Order had been unconscious and were awoken quite easily, although Arthur Weasley would lose both his legs and one of his arms. Other than that they had taken very few casualties, the ministry had lost more, Percy Weasley being one. I had carried Harry through the rubble to what was left of the hospital wing. Moody and Remus brought up the body of Voldemort and his snake, what was left of it at any rate. Madam Pomfery had done all she could for Harry but he had lost too much blood, it was down to him.

I sat by his bed, I couldn't believe it, I had just got back and now it seemed as if I would never get to speak to him, I wanted to say how much I hated pretending to be dead, how much I had wanted to come back, how proud I was of him. I hadn't spoken to him in two years and now it seemed I would never get the chance. I was dimly aware of Ron and Hermione sitting on the other side of the bed and Tonks leaning against Remus at the foot of the bed crying silently. The other Weasleys were around their father, the other Order members were seeing to various jobs, like tying up Death Eaters and moving the dead. I had dragged Pettigrew to a cupboard in the hospital wing and stunned him again. There was no way I was letting him escape.

Someone else entered the room, Scrimegour and McGonagal. Scrimegour went over to look at Voldemort's body, assuring himself that he was dead for good. McGonagal came over to us and looked down at Harry.

"He's dying isn't he?" she asked Madam Pomfery who nodded, but put her finger to her lips pointing at me then Ron and Hermione. It was then that Scrimegour noticed me.

"Sirius Black! Dumbledore told me he was dead, this is excellent, Voldemort and his right hand man!" he sounded so like Fudge it was unbelievable; I just ignored him and continued to watch Harry, "Tonks you're the only Auror still on their feet so arrest him!" he ordered Tonks who looked up shocked, still crying.

"No offence sir, but if that is Sirius Black, which he may not be as we saw him die nearly two years ago, but if he is then I can't arrest him, he is innocent of the charges against him," she said mildly not looking at her boss.

"An entire street witnessed him blow it apart along with Peter Pettigrew, and unless you have proof that is true," Scrimegour replied pointing at me, I looked up briefly meeting his eyes, he staggered backwards under my gaze, I pointed at the door to the cupboard where Pettigrew was, then looked back to Harry. Scrimegour went over and dragged him out. He was still stunned.

"Who on earth is this?" he asked dumping him on the floor; Remus looked to the unconscious form on the floor and smiled slightly.

"That would be Peter Pettigrew Minister, the person Sirius was supposed to have killed almost sixteen years ago," he answered, "Now if you don't mind put him back in the cupboard, we don't want him escaping again," Scrimegour scowled and kicked Peter back into the cupboard and locked it.

"Well there'll be a trial and he'll have to attend," Scrimegour sniffed and left, McGonagal sighed and followed him. No one was watching because Harry was waking up. His eyes fluttered open and focused on me first.

"Am I dead Sirius, are you here to take me away?" he asked and I almost choked, Hermione started to cry as well and buried her face into Ron who looked shocked for a moment but didn't make a move to get her off him.

"No Harry you're not dead and neither am I. I never died contrary to popular opinion," I whispered, I noticed how hoarse my voice was, "Harry listen you have to rest, otherwise you'll never get better," he shook his head.

"Not going to... Blasted snake poisonous... Spread too far before I killed it... Must say... Will in trunk… In invisibility cloak…" he stammered Madam Pomfery passed me a potion which I made him drink, "So tired… Ron, Hermione…" his best friends leant closer to him, their hands clasped tightly together, "Don't kill each other… You'll be good for each other… Just don't ruin your friendship… Please" Harry paused and Hermione looked away from him right into Ron's eyes and they realised something that they both had fought against since they had met, "Hey Lupin… won't make the wedding… Can't be best man… Sorry… Ask Sirius… Unless I'm imagining him,"

"You have nothing to apologise for Harry, you made us all proud," Remus said, he had started to cry as well and he was unashamed of it.

"You saved us all Harry, we just wish we could have helped you more," Tonks said and everyone around nodded.

"Tell…" Harry began but ran out of energy; Hermione put her hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking. His eyes started to roll back into his head.

"Say hi to Lily and James for me Harry," I managed to say before his body went limp and his soul left his body. His face was smiling almost as if he realised he would meet his parents just as he had died. I sat there in shock until someone brought another body into the hospital wing. The young woman had been crushed under some rubble. My heart leapt when I saw her. Willow. Willow was dead and so was Harry. I couldn't believe it. Harry as close to me as a son, and Willow, my first and only true love. Sure there had been other girls. But I didn't love them as I loved her. I noticed she still wore the ring I had given her. I gave up and broke down in a corner in tears.