Hedwig Through the Veil

by Fairywm

Hedwig is a very special owl. Harry had always known that. But even he doesn't realize how special she is and the lengths she would go for him. After the Department of Mysteries fiasco Harry writes one last letter to Sirius. Not sure what to do with it, he leaves it on his desk. When Hedwig notices the letter, she takes it to deliver it. What happens when she comes back?

1. Hedwig Through The Veil

Hedwig Through the Veil

Another one to test my dictation and editing. I don't expect much traffic on it, but that's okay. Leave me some feedback to tell me how the flow goes. It's kind of crackish, in a that couldn't happen kind of way. I just felt in the mood. From Chartry and her Emmi's prompt collection on AO3.

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Harry Potter had been home at the Dursleys for about a week now. It had been a rough month for him since the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. Sirius had gone through the Veil of Death during the battle. Bellatrix had sent him through during the fight. Had Sirius been fighting seriously then he would not have been sent through the Veil, but he had been… playing.

Harry will never forget the look on the man's face as he was sent backwards. His godfather had been so shocked that he had actually got hit with a curse and the look on his face had shown that.

Now the teen sat here in the dark, close to midnight, crying. He didn't know what else to do. He had lost the closest thing to a family member he had. Well, if you didn't count the Dursleys. His godfather was supposed to take him away from this horrible place, but now he was gone. He didn't even have time to get to know the man very well. Everybody had done their best to keep him away from him. The whole time he was at Grimmuald Place, he never really got a chance to get to talk to him in depth.

He sat at his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and some ink. He put the quill in the ink and started to write.

Dear Sirius.

I know you'll never get this letter, but I wanted to let you know that I miss you already something fierce. I don't know how to tell you this, but your loss hurts me more than I ever thought it was possible. We didn't know each other very well, but I thought we got along really well.

You are a very funny man. You brightened up my day every time we were around one another. Your pranks and your laughter would make anybody's day brighter. Sometimes you're even funnier than the Weasley twins. I know they thought your jokes were great. And that's pretty high praise coming from them.

You had a horrible life. I know you didn't have a good childhood, judging from the state of your house and some of the things you let slip. I know being caught and left in Azkaban was horrible for you. And then being locked up in your disaster of a house after your escape and not being able to get your name cleared had to have been traumatic.

I blame Dumbledore for that last part. He should have been able to get you a trial and he did not. He had all this power, yet he doesn't use it for anything. There are times when I think he is just playing games with the people around him. I don't have proof of that, but it's something I feel deeply about.

You would be proud of what I did to him after he told me the prophecy. I blew up his office. Sirius, I told him that it was his fault that you died. If he had told me all this earlier, then none of this would have happened. That you would be alive. And I'd be with you. I'm so angry at him I don't know what to do. But now you're gone and it's too late.

I just wanted to let you know that I missed you, and if there were a way to bring you back then I would.

All my love,

Your godson,

Harry James Potter.

He took the letter, folded it, wrote Sirius' name on the back and he sealed it. Then he placed it on his desk. He didn't know what else to do with it. Did he burn it and hope that it got to him in heaven? Or did he just leave it there and look at it every now and then and cry?

Right now, it was just too emotional. He'd figure it out in the morning. He was going to try and go to bed and go to sleep. If he could.

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Hedwig sat and watched her master cry himself to sleep. She felt so bad for him, he was hurting so bad. She wished there was something she could do for him. She saw the letter on the desk with the name Sirius Black on it. She knew that she could probably deliver this small letter and that would make him feel better.

So she swooped down and grabbed it and went to deliver it. She felt the pull of the recipient. It took her to the Department of Mysteries. And to the Veil of Death. She didn't know whether she should go through the Veil or not. It had an eerie evil feeling to it. But the man that she needed to get the letter to was inside it. So, in she swooped.

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The Unspeakables watched the owl get through their wards and go to the Veil of Death, and at first, they were going to try and stop her, but they were too late. The owl swooped in and disappeared. They just shook their heads at the loss.

"Wasn't that Potter's owl?" one of them said, watching the Veil closely as if the owl would come out the other side. He knew that was futile, but he didn't want to see the owl of all things die because of something as silly as a letter.

"I think so," said the other. He too was watching the Veil to see what would happen. But nothing did. Just the fluttering of the curtain and the whisper of the voices. Nothing strange came about.

"Do you think we should have stopped it?" the first one said, turning around to leave the room of death. He didn't like being in here anymore than anybody else did. It was creepy and eerie, and those voices were nerve-wracking.

"It was too fast. Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," the second one said, following the first one, taking up his clipboard and making a note that the owl had gone through the Veil. They, after all, did have to note everything that went on in the Department of Mysteries, whether it was benign or not.

"He's going to be pissed," the first one said, also making a note on his clipboard.

"Oh well, maybe we just won't tell him," said the second one.

And the two of them went about their business. There was always so much to do in the Department of Mysteries, and since that battle that happened here a month ago, there was even more to do. There were brains to reorganize. There were time turners to try and save. There were all sorts of prophecies that have been destroyed. The whole place was a complete mess, and they would be years cleaning it up.

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It was three days later when a white phoenix came out of the Veil of Death carrying an emaciated man.

Sirius Black looked horrible. He was also very sick and barely breathing. He had been in the Veil for almost a month now. Barely surviving on his magic alone. There was no water or food in the Veil, but time was also slowed down there. So, what was a month to them was only days to him. If he didn't get water or food soon, though, he was going to die.

Nobody was in the room at the time. And instead of flying, the phoenix burst into flames and appeared in Harry Potter's bedroom.

Harry Potter was still sleeping. But the burst of the flame woke him up.

"Wha?" he said, sleep addled. He sat up in the bed and reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his glasses and put them on so he could see who was flaming into his room. At first, he thought it was the headmaster's phoenix Fawkes. But it wasn't Fawkes, this was a white phoenix.

The body of the man that the phoenix brought groaned.

"Oh my God! Sirius," Harry cried, jumping out of bed and rushing over to the man who looked like he was one step away from death. He rolled him over and looked at his face, and it definitely was his godfather, Sirius Black.

The man groaned again.

Then Harry looked closely at the phoenix. It was a white phoenix, but there were markings on it. They reminded him of his owl and he said, "Hedwig?"

The phoenix spread her wings in a state of glory and trilled a happy song.

"Hedwig, how did you get like this? How did you turn into a phoenix? And where did you get Sirius?" Harry asked, quite speedily. He wanted to know the answers, but he didn't know where he was going to get them because his bird couldn't talk. And Sirius didn't look like he was going to be able to say anything any time soon.

The phoenix trilled again.

"Right, you can't talk," said Harry. He turned back towards his godfather, who groaned again. "Hedwig, can you give him some of your tears?" he asked the phoenix. He knew that those tears could bring anybody back from the brink of death. Hopefully they could save his godfather.

Hedwig flew down and cried into the man's mouth. It took a couple of seconds, but Sirius started feeling better and he woke up and looked around. He was still emaciated, but he looked like he was feeling a lot better. Color had come back to his cheeks.

"Where am I?" he said, taking the water that Harry was handing him that he had kept by his bed. He was very thirsty and very thankful that his godson had some water.

"You're at the Dursleys," said Harry, his arm around Sirius' shoulders in case the man started falling back. Just because Hedwig healed him didn't mean the man wasn't weak. He had no idea what he had gone through during his time in the Veil. And he was very concerned about him.

"How did I get here?" Sirius asked, after he finished the glass of water, he handed the glass back to his godson who put it on the nightstand. He looked around the room and was not impressed with how small and dingy it was. He thought his godson was living better than this. According to Dumbledore, he was supposed to be living in… not the lap of luxury, but definitely better than this.

"Hedwig brought you," his godson said, slowly turning him so he was leaning against the bed so Harry could get up. After his godfather was settled, he got up and sat on the bed.

Sirius looked at the white phoenix and said, "That's Hedwig?"

"Yes, I wrote a letter to you, and she must have taken it into the Veil of Death and came back like that. I don't know what happened, but I'm glad for it. But what are we going to do? You've been declared dead," the teenage boy said, wondering what was going to happen now. His godfather had been declared innocent after his death. Maybe he would stick around now, and Harry could live with him. Then he'd be shot of the Dursleys. That would be great. It would be like all these his coming true at once.

"I'll tell you what I'm not going to do. I'm not going to be declared living again, that's for sure," Sirius said, unknowingly shooting down Harry's dreams. He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his head against his knees. He was very tired. It seemed like he'd been walking around for days and days and days. He felt so tired.

"Why not? You can clear your name now. They caught Pettigrew," Harry said, greatly confused. He didn't understand why his godfather didn't want to be declared living again. Didn't he want to see his friends again? Didn't he wanna see his family?

"Why? So they can throw me in jail again, not bloody likely," his godfather said, almost spitting the words out. It seemed like he was still very, very angry. Not that Harry could blame him. He'd been in prison for a better part of his adult life.

"Are you sure that's what you wanna do?" asked Harry, peering at the man's face and judging what he was thinking. He really couldn't tell what Sirius was thinking. His face was kind of closed off, his eyes were closed, and he just seemed to want to sleep.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what I want to do. I've read your letter while I was in the Veil, and I know you're mad at Dumbledore. Let's say you and I bug out of this place and go somewhere else. I left you all my money in my will, so you're a very rich, young man. We can take all that and just leave," Sirius suggested with a sigh, his eyes still closed, and his head was still resting on his knees.

"What about Voldemort?" Harry asked. As far as he knew, it was still his destiny to destroy Voldemort. Not that he really wanted to. The man was 50 years senior to him. He had all sorts of fighting experience that Harry didn't have. Harry was just a sixth-year student at Hogwarts, and he had no experience. Yet everybody expected him to go out there and face this terrorist.

"What about him?"

"I mean, I'm supposed to be the one who's prophesized to kill him. Am I supposed to just leave him here?" Harry asked, that was a novel concept. He ran it through his brain a couple of times and kinda actually liked the idea. Not that he'd say it out loud to anybody, because then they'd call him a coward. But there is something in that idea.

"Tell me one good thing the Wizarding world has done for you," Sirius challenged the boy. He knew for a fact there wasn't anything good in the wizarding world for Harry.

"Well, um, well, they uh. Well, let me see. Um. I've got friends," the teen finally settled on lamely. He knew there wasn't very much going for him in this world either.

"You have two friends. Out of all the people in this wizarding world, you have two friends. I wouldn't say that it's very much. And one of them will gladly leave with you," the older man said, holding up two fingers for emphasis.

"That's not completely true, I have Neville and Luna too," Harry protested.

"But they are not close friends," Sirius said, looking at him from his position with his head still on his knees. "Will they leave with you?"

"I know Hermione will. She is not too enamored with this place either. Let me write to her and see what she says," Harry said, finally getting into the idea that perhaps maybe he should just get out of here.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sirius said, settling down further into his comfortable position. He could seriously go to sleep right now. He was just that tired.

"Well, what am I going to tell the Dursleys about you? I can't very well just say, 'oh, by the way, I have a man here and he's going to stay.'" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air as if this was one of the most complicated things he ever had to tell the Dursleys.

"You bloody well can. Just let me borrow your wand and I'll show them what for," Sirius said in a grumpy voice. Because he really wanted to go to sleep.

"I don't want you to hurt the Dursleys. Besides, if you use my wand, the alarm will go off and I'll be dinged for underage magic again. Don't you have your wand?" he asked, pointedly moving his wand away from his godfather.

Sirius searched his robes real quick and noticed that he did have his wand. "See. I can curse them myself. I don't need your wand. It's okay. They won't say anything about me being here. I'll just scare the pants off them," he said. And he settled back into his comfortable position with his head on his knees and his arms wrapped around his legs again. Hopefully he can get some sleep while Harry wrote to his friend.

"Just don't hurt them Sirius. They may be arseholes, but they're my arseholes and they're the only family I have," the teen said in a slightly pleading voice. He may not like the Dursleys, but he really didn't want to see them hurt. He just wanted to be shot of them.

"Don't worry about it. I won't hurt them very badly. I'm not a malicious man by nature," his godfather said, cracking a huge yawn.

"So now I have you and a phoenix, and I might have Hermione. Where did you plan on going?" Harry asked, really wanting to keep up the conversation because they really didn't get to talk much before Sirius went through the Veil.

"I have an island that the Blacks left. It's a small island off the coast of Puerto Rico. It's not a bad island. We can make a living off of it. That, and it's close to the mainland. We'd do okay there," the older man said, opening an eye to look at his godson and glaring at him for not letting him sleep.

"What about our education? You know, Hermione's not going to give up her education," Harry said, persisting on the conversation.

"I can teach you. I can teach you all the way up to your NEWTs. I was smart for a reason, you know? It's not like that map made itself. Between me, your father and Remus, we were brilliant," Sirius side closing his eyes again and settling firmer into his arms.

"What about Pettigrew?" Harry wondered aloud. He always wondered what that man's place was in the Marauders. He seemed like a mousy type of man, and the rest of them were more… manly.

"He was our lookout and got into places we couldn't because of his Animagus form," explained Sirius.

"Oh, I can see that. Well, let me write to Hermione and see what the plans are going to be. Because I really don't want to leave without her," Harry said, getting up from the bed and going to the desk where he could write a letter real quick.

"You do that," Sirius said, yawning a huge yawn.

"Dumbledore is not going to like this," the dark-haired teen warned. Then again, he really didn't care what Dumbledore thought. The man could just go jump off a cliff for all he cared right now.

"Dumbledore can bugger right off. He should have got me a trial two years ago. He didn't. He just rested on his laurels and let it all fall where it may. If he had done his job, I wouldn't have been in the Department of Mysteries and gotten killed," Sirius grumbled angrily. He turned his head the other way, so he didn't have to look at Harry. He closed his eyes and tried once more to get some sleep. How can Harry write and talk at the same time? That had to be some kind of talent.

"Yeah, that's what I told him too. And he should have told me the prophecy years ago too," Harry said in complete agreement. He still relished the fact that he had destroyed the man's office. He didn't feel guilty about that at all. If Dumbledore had just told everybody the truth from the beginning, nobody would have died or gotten hurt in the Department of Mysteries.

"I know, I read that in your letter," the dogman reminded him.

"Anyway, let me write to Hermione," the teen said, turning around and starting his letter.

So Harry sat down and wrote a quick note to Hermione that he wanted to leave England and he had a surprise for her and if she could either come over or call him tomorrow then that would be great. Or if she could come over now by flaming with Hedwig, that would be even better.

"Hedwig, would you take this to Hermione for me, please?" Harry asked the new white phoenix.

Hedwig trilled, jumped up, grabbed the note and flamed away. She was gone for all of five minutes when she reappeared again with Hermione.

"Oh, Harry, what have you gotten into now?" she asked, seeing the look on Harry's face, and thinking the worst.

Harry just turned her around and pointed her towards Sirius. Who had gotten up when the flames showed in the room. He was not going to get any sleep anytime soon.

"Surprise," Sirius said, holding his arms out in a 'ta dah' type movement.

"Oh my God, Sirius," Hermione said. She threw her arms around him and gave him a great big hug. "How are you even here?" she asked, holding him at arm's length and taking in his really skinny appearance and his gaunt face and wondering how he was even alive.

"Hedwig came and got me out of the Veil of Death," he answered with the shrug as if it were no big deal.

"But that is an instant death. How did you survive?" she questioned. Because everything she had ever read in the books about the Veil of Death said that it was instant death and that's basically what she knew about it. She was never one to go against what the book said.

"It's actually a judgment platform. It only kills you if you're guilty. But it doesn't let you go anywhere if you're innocent, so you eventually die anyway, but you just don't die right away. You kind of wander around trying to find your way out. When Harry wrote me a letter, Hedwig came up and found me with that letter. And I read it and she somehow turned into a phoenix because she is innocent too. And when she turned into a phoenix, she flew away and took me with her," he explained in general terms. He had been mostly out of it at the time.

"That's amazing," said Hermione with wide eyes. "But how did you know it was a judgement platform? Did somebody tell you?"

"Yes, actually, that's what all those voices are for. They're talking to you when you go in. They're judging you and they let you know if you're guilty or not," Sirius said, shuddering a bit at the reminder of the creepy voices. They had never shut up the entire time he had been wandering in the Veil. They whispered and whispered and whispered in his ears. Sure, they were telling him he was innocent, but they didn't tell him the way out. Or where there was water. All he wanted was some water.

"That's fascinating," she said, wishing she had some parchment and ink so that she could write it all down. She turned around and spotted Harry's desk and grabbed some and wrote down a quick note. She took the note, tucked it into her pocket.

"Anyway, Harry and I were thinking about bugging out of England and wanted to know if you wanted to come with us," Sirius said, changing the subject. He didn't like to dwell on things that made him feel bad, like Azkaban and the Veil of Death. Man, he really needed to have some happiness in his life.

"I don't think my parents will let me," she said worried what her parents would think if she wanted to run off with two males.

"They are more than welcome to come with us," Sirius said. He had nothing against muggles, and he was more than willing to put up with them if they would let their baby girl come with them.

"Aren't you going to be seventeen in November?" Harry asked, knowing that that made all the difference in the wizarding world, she'd be an adult and would be able to do whatever she needed.

"Well, yes, but…"

"Do you think your parents want you to stay here while there's a war going on and you're in danger?" Sirius asked, going in for the kill. He knew if he was a parent, he wouldn't want his baby girl to be around when there was a danger of her being killed.

"Well, no, but…"

"Don't you want to get away from this war?" Harry asked, hoping to play on her weariness of it all. He knew he was bloody tired of it.

"Well, yes, but…"

"Then I don't see what the problem is," said Harry, folding his arms in a defiant manner. He was going to be stubborn about this. He was going to dig in his heels until she saw things his way.

"What about Voldemort?" she asked, bringing up the one topic that was the elephant in the room. Everybody knew that Harry was supposed to be the one who was supposed to defeat Voldemort. If he left, who would kill the man? He would take over the British wizarding world and that would be a bad thing.

"I say bugger Voldemort, let him have this country. They are all grown people and have wands and can defend themselves and they're putting their trust in a teenage boy," Harry said, raising his voice, making Sirius make calming gestures. "There's got to be at least fifty Death Eaters, if not more, and they want me to fight them and Voldemort all by myself. Giants. Werewolves. And who knows what else Voldemort has got. And they want me to fight that. That's crazy."

"I can see what you're saying, Harry, but still, to leave them all to defend themselves…" Hermione said, making placating gestures. She didn't want him to explode and have the Dursleys come in here. It was getting to be 3:00 in the morning. It was bad enough that she was here. She didn't want to have to get in trouble with the Dursleys too.

"I honestly think that they can survive without me. I am not some boy hero. I am just Harry," the teenage boy said like he'd said a million times before in his life. Nobody seemed to believe him, but he was going to keep saying it.

"And I just want to get out of the country that left me to rot," Sirius said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. He'd stand by the boy no matter what he chose. But if he had his way, he and Harry were going to be out of here in no time.

"Let me think about it for a day or two," said Hermione, giving Harry a hug. She didn't want him to think she was abandoning him, but she had a lot to think about.

"Okay, but don't take too long because I'm going whether you come with me or not," Sirius said, taking her hug when she turned to him. "And I'll be taking Harry with me because he's a minor and he doesn't really have a say in it." He turned to Harry and gave him a winning smile.

"Oy, I like that," Harry said, smiling back, though he wasn't really sure whether he liked that or not.

"Well, it's true," said Sirius. He shrugged his shoulders, as if it was a given. It was true. Harry was still a minor, and for another year.

"Hedwig, can you take me back home, please?" Hermione asked, lifting her hand so she could grab the phoenix's tail.

Instead, Hedwig trilled and landed on Hermione shoulder, and flamed her back to her house.

"Do you think she'll go with us?" Harry asked, turning to look at Sirius. He really hoped she did. She was his best friend.

"I don't know," Sirius said. "It all depends on what her parents say, I guess." He didn't know how tight the Grangers were, so he didn't know how it was going to go. He knew if it was his parents, he would have gotten out of there as quickly as possible and bugger what they thought.

It's going to be a close call then." Harry knew the Grangers weren't close, close, but they were close enough that they were going to have an argument about this. They were definitely closer than he and the Dursleys were.

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Two days later, Hermione showed up with her beaded bag in hand. Ready to go with the boys to the island near Puerto Rico. There were some tear tracks on her face, as if she had been crying.

"What changed your mind?" asked Harry as he reached out to hug her. She looked like she needed a hug.

"My parents and I had a huge fight," she said, extracting herself from Harry and sitting on the bed. She got comfortable so she could tell them the story of what happened at her parents' house. It wasn't a long story, but she did want to be comfortable for it. "They wanted me to get out of Hogwarts, but they didn't want me to leave England. I told them that there was a war going on and that they needed to leave, but they don't want to leave their birth country. I told them that it was dangerous for them to be here because of me. And they didn't listen to me. So, I figured if I was gone, they would be better protected. They did agree to move houses, though. So that's something."

They had been arguing about it since she got back from Harry's house two days ago. They caught her coming in at four in the morning and they were not happy that she had been out. They wanted to know where she was and what she had been doing and she told them the truth. The whole story about her years at Hogwarts had come out, and they told her that she was not going back in no uncertain terms. She had passed her OWLs, and therefore, she did not need to go back to Hogwarts. She was going to be an adult soon and she could do as she pleased. So, she told them she wanted to get out of the country, and she wanted them to go with her. They told her no. And the fight started.

"Well, while you were gone, I bonded with Dobby and Winky, so we will have some house elves," Harry said, cringing a bit cause he knew what she was going to say next. But he was going to stand firm on this because there was no way he was leaving Dobby and Winky behind and they didn't want to go without him bonding with them.

"Oh, Harry, you know how I feel about that," she said, getting ready to get on her soapbox about it, but he held up his hand and stopped her..

"They're going to be necessary, Hermione," Sirius said, looking at her as if she were strange. Didn't she know that house elves needed to have a bond? He knew Lily was under the misconception that they didn't need one. Somebody needed to talk to Hermione, obviously.

"I suppose," she said, more willing to take the word of an adult than she was a teenager. Then she turned to Harry and said, "But you better treat them right." She wagged her finger at him in a scolding manner.

"I thought you knew me better than that," he said, giving her an affronted look. As if he would ever abuse anybody, given the life that he was in.

"I do," she said. She even went as far as to look contrite. She knew better than to think that Harry would treat anybody anything less than perfectly nice. Unless they pissed him off, which the house else would never do. "So tell me, how did you get Sirius to stay here for these last couple of days?" she asked as she watched Harry pack all his stuff into the trunk.

"Well, we weren't here for most of it. We've been out in Diagon Alley getting all our gold out of the bank. We had to disguise Sirius with one of Dudley's hats and some of his overgrown clothes," Harry said, with a laugh. "We had to tuck his hair up underneath it and that was kind of funny looking. But we did it, and nobody recognized Sirius, so we got all our money out of the bank, and we had to buy some things for our trip. So, we've been gone most of the time. The only time Sirius has been here is when we were sleeping, so it was okay. Therefore, we really didn't have to do anything," he rambled on as he packed all his things up. "I just threw in my invisibility cloak and snuck him up the stairs."

Sirius just sat to the side watching him. All of his stuff was already packed since it was all brand new. They had already sold Grimmuald Place to the goblins, and boy wasn't The Order of the Phoenix going to be surprised when they had nowhere to meet. Because the goblins said that they could break the Fidelius Charm. And that they were going to kick the Order out. And Sirius just wished he would stick around just to see the looks on their face when that happened. But he wasn't going to. Nobody was going to know he was alive, not even Remus. They were going to bug out. And maybe he'd write Remus later, but right now they're getting out of here.

"Well, it sounds like you two had fun anyway. I wish I had had just as much fun the last two days, but not everybody can have a good time, I guess," Hermione said. She jumped off the bed and helped him pack the last of his things.

Then Harry called Dobby and Winky to him. "When we get there. I'm going to call you," he told the elves.

"Yes Sir, Harry Potter, Sir," they both said.

"Until then, I would like you to remove everything from this room that has anything to do with me, Hermione, or Sirius. All the hair, all the skin, everything. Make sure it's spotless in this room, in this house. That means in the cupboard under the stairs, in the bathroom, in this room. Then go to Hermione's house and do the same thing. And go to Grimmuald Place and do it there. I don't want anything of us left in England if you can help it. I don't want them to be able to trace us. Check the headmaster's office first, then clean here, and everywhere else," Harry ordered, he had a feeling about Dumbledore. He didn't like ordering the house elves, but this was something they needed to get done. It would probably take them days to do but…

"Yes, Sir, Harry Potter, Sir, we will be doing this," the two of them said.

"Thanks, you two, I really appreciate it," Harry said, and he reached down and hugged both of them to him. "Alright, I'm ready to go," he said to Sirius.

And with that, the three of them took the Phoenix Express to an island in Puerto Rico, and they were never seen again in England. All because Harry Potter wrote a letter to his godfather and his state of grief, and his brilliant owl delivered it.

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I was going to end it here, then this ending came to me. You can either stop here or read on. It's kind of an unbelievable ending, which is why I leave it up to you.

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What happened to England? Who cares?

What happened to Harry Potter and Sirius and Hermione?

Well, Hermione got to finish her education there, because of Sirius so she got her NEWTs and went to university. She went on to become a famous Alchemist. She was the second person to create the Philosopher's Stone. So, she and Harry got to live, to the ripe old age of 800.

Not that they were romantically inclined, so their spouses also got to live to be that age. They both married native magicals from the mainland. And lived happily ever after.

As for Harry? He had enough money to rest on his laurels for the rest of his life. He did some investing. Open a store. Did some more investing. Open a couple more stores. And basically, was just a playboy for a while. And then he married and lived next door to Hermione on the island. And got to live with his godfather until Sirius passed away, right before Hermione invented the Philosopher's Stone.

It was a sad day for everyone, Sirius was so young. only a hundred years old. His hard life made him die young, though. Between Azkaban and the Veil, it was only a matter of time. However, he got to marry a native. And he had a good life on the island, and he never regretted leaving England. He never did get in touch with Remus, though. And he was sad about that. But the werewolf had died in the war. And he was a little upset about that, too. But still, he had a good life on the island.

So, with the many Potters and Grangers running around the island, it would be a long time before there were non-wizards living on the island again. Hermione and Harry populated the entire island with magicals. They could start their own school if they wanted to. Yet they were glad they lived long enough to see their great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandkids.

When they finally decided they had lived long enough with their spouses, they were going to destroy the Philosopher's Stone. It had served its purpose, and now it was time to lay down and take that long nap after a long day. As Dumbledore had once told Harry.

"Well, Harry, I guess it's time to go to sleep now," Hermione said as she threw the Philosopher's Stone into a volcano.

"It's been a good life, Hermione," Harry said, hugging her to his side as he led her down the side of the mountain to where their spouses were waiting.

"That it has. I'm glad you took me away from England," she said, waving to Jose, who was her husband for the last 780 years. He was a kind man and put up with her nagging, even though she had stopped that a good 650 years ago.

"Me too, Hermione. Me too," Harry said, giving his wife, Maria, a kiss. And they went home and waited. The end would come when the end came, and they weren't going to make it come any sooner than it did. They probably had a good ten years left.

Hedwig, being a phoenix, lived with one of Harry's descendants. She would stay with the Potters for a long time. They were a good family that had high morals. They never went back to England and lived on that Island for a very long time. So did she and her descendants.