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A/N: So this is it…the last chapter of Gemini Queen. I would just like to thank every person who favourite, followed, reviewed and just read this story. You would never know how much I appreciate it. This one is for all of you. You know who you are.

Chapter 87: Words on Paper

Harry's POV

I leaned back, resting my head on the familiar pillow, about the only thing that brought comfort to me in this place. I looked up at the freshly painted ceiling, I was shocked that they even bothered to spring clean my room…I hoisted my legs up and placed it on the bed, shoes and all, relishing in the fact that Aunt Petunia would have a coronary if she witnessed this.

I should probably unpack…that was the hundredth time that thought waltzed through my mind. My tummy grumbled but I ignored it like I did the last time. Slowly the sun faded and the room was painted black…painted black…

I heard soft footsteps on the stairs and quickly closed my eyes. I didn't want her to know that I wasn't sleeping…that I never slept a wink in days…I felt the bed jostle and strategically made my nose twitch…did I even do that in my sleep?

"Harry?"

I remained silent, waiting for her to sneak in next to me so I could just hold her. I felt fingers at my arms,

"Harry?"

She nudged me again, upon realising she was trying to wake me up, I slowly fluttered my eyes open, sitting up and rubbing the 'sleep' from them.

She came into view, seated at the foot of my bed, grey eyes black in the dark room, black hair illuminated by the bright moon behind her that shone through the tower window.

"What is it?"

"Come with me."

My first thought was no, I don't want to. I don't want to talk. I don't want to deal. I don't want to try whatever it is that she's going to try and do to make me feel better. But as she stood, small hands held out to me, her pink lips smiled down at me hopefully, I knew I could never deny her.

I stood, grabbing her hands and pulling her to my side, letting the top strands of her beautiful mane tickle my cheek as we walked out of the dorm.

We walked in silence, but there was nothing awkward about it. There was something comfortable about a Hogwarts night…something, cliché as it may sound, magical.

My mind wandered as my fingers ghosted across her waist. Imagine all the times Sirius and my dad wandered around here at the dead of night, well hidden under the invisibility cloak, much like I was right now.

This image of an eleven year old kid with chin length, wavy black hair and grey eyes came to me, swaggering out of that broom cupboard a wide smirk on his face. The boy that followed after him had similar hair; the difference lay in the untidiness. And the eye colour, a glowing hazel…I didn't know how he walked…or smiled…

I pulled Ky closer to me and kissed her on the top of her head, just to put a stop to the image. She looked up, her grey eyes wide, I could see the slight little specks of violet in them. I liked counting them at times, each time coming up with a different number. I don't think she knew just how much that brought comfort to me.

I pulled Ky closer yet again as I was assaulted by a ghastly wind, we had just stepped outside…I was pretty sure we were in the dungeons seconds ago but now we were near the quidditch pitch.

I looked down at her, frowning, she knew we were going outside yet she wore just a tee, even if it was summer, the nights still got cold at times. I let go of her, pulling my sweater off and tossing it over her head, maybe I should start wearing two sweaters. I smiled slightly as the sweater swallowed her, for some reason that always pulled on my heart strings, she looked cute in it. It was strange describing Ky as cute; she always was beautiful or striking or gorgeous to everyone else, but I got to see cute Ky.

I held her close again just as I felt a twig break; I glanced away seeing only darkness with large, indescribable shadows.

We were at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

I didn't question it, trusting Ky. She stopped walking, lighting her wand and I followed suit.

We stood in what I think was a small clearing, I couldn't tell what was at the edges as everything out of the range of my spell and hers were thrown into darkness. She walked forward until her light fell on to a tree, it was one those faded white ones that looked like nature had sand papered it down. She stared at the tree for a few moments,

"It's a pretty tree."

She turned, a sad smile on her face, eyes full of tears and nodded, "I know. Prettiest tree I have ever seen."

I took the step forward that closed the distance between us and pulled her to me with one hand, wiping her face with the other. "Don't tell me there was a prophecy made about you too."

She glared at me, not finding the joke funny. She had been in a meeting with her grandfather for most of the night, and even though I meant it as a joke I was worried as to why the meeting was taking so long, it was close to midnight. She turned her glare to the tree instead,

"I think it would make a good tombstone."

I looked at the tree again, slowly catching on to her intention. I didn't know if I was ready for that…to bury him…I didn't want to. "I thought wood was for coffins and stone…well stone for tombstones."

She placed her hand on my waist and head under my chin, "We need to say goodbye."

"You mean we need to pretend that we even got a chance to!" I wanted to let go of her at my sudden rage, but it seemed my hands had other ideas as they just held her tighter.

"Nobody ever truly gets that chance Harry. That's why we're making our own one. I loved Sirius, I may not have known him for a long time but it was impossibly hard not to love that man."

I remained silent; she was right; it was hard not to love him. He was charming, I remembered Snape's memory…if he brought me up like he should have, I'd probably have no problems talking to girls. I would have probably had the guts to ask Ky out last year. I snorted, actually, with his skills, she'd probably be asking me out.

"I think saying he was brave is an understatement…he fought like a man that feared nothing."

Maybe it was because he did…I never did ask him what his boggart was…what did Sirius fear the most. What was his favourite colour? Who was his first kiss? Did he ever love someone? He must have…I hope he did. I don't want to think that he has never felt like this. Why did I never ask him, he always asked me? Harry, what's wrong? Harry, what's the matter? Why did I never ask him what was wrong, what was the matter. The wind stung and I sniffed, wiping my chin at the realisation that my tears were pattering on Ky's head for some time.

"Sirius was-"

"Sirius was my godfather…and the only father I ever knew. I can't remember my own, but somehow I feel like-" I took in a deep breath, the words cutting on the way up but thankfully she just kept her head on my chest, not looking at me, "I feel like he would have been a lot like him. Or nothing at all, I don't know. I don't know." The tears were falling too fast now to stop it, "I don't know because I never knew him. I never knew my dad, and I didn't get to know Sirius. Not like I wanted to." I whimpered and I wiped my face, so embarrassed, but once the words started, it didn't stop, "There was so…so much more that I needed to know. That he needed to be there for. That he should have been there for. He should have taken to me to my first day of school and he should have…I don't even know what a father does! Fuck."

I let go of Ky, using both my hands to mop my face. I could hear her quiet sniffling, "We didn't get to have a past, and now we don't even get a future! It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!"

The weight of all the pain, of the fact that I would never see him again, that I was literally alone…again, fell on my shoulders and my knees hit the ground as I sobbed into my own hands.

I felt her hands around me and I let her hold me, wanting her to somehow push away this grief because I had no strength to do so.

"It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair."

"I know." She sobbed, kissing my hair, "I know Harry, I know. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

I pulled my hands away from my face and threw them around her, burying my face into her neck, my sobs coming out so aggressively my whole-body shook. She held me just as tightly, her hands rubbing my back. I concentrated on those soft fingers, those little pads of flesh that anchored me to life sometimes and slowly my breathing slowed and the night was silent once more.

I let go of Ky, falling onto my butt and leaning against the tree, pulling her into my arms and sitting there for a few moments, my tears finally stopping, feeling both dry and lighter.

I slowly rose, ready to walk away.

"Wait." I stopped and turned to Ky, whose wand was pointed at the tree, and slowly from the roots travelling upwards like a consuming shadow, the bark of the tree turned black. And white words shone on it.

Sirius Black

"The only person who could get me to listen to Paint it Black."- KT

"The only person who made transfiguration cool." –HJG

"The only person I know who can accurately give the three sizes of a woman just by looking at her."- RBW

She pointed her wand at me, it was just me left to say something. I walked forward, taking her wand,

"The only father I ever knew."-HJP

I took a step back, looking at the shining white words on the black bark. I turned, grabbing her hand as I did so, walking to the path, to our exit...to our future…without Sirius Black…

I jumped off the bed, wiping my face and shaking my head, wanting to chase all the thoughts away. I wrenched my trunk open, hoping unpacking would distract me. I shoved all my clothes into their respective places; it wasn't that hard, I didn't have a lot.

I smiled when I found my Waterfuls game that Ky got me, I placed it on my bedside, knowing I was strong enough to fight Dudley away from it now. My smile widened when I found that magazine, knowing that I would probably be making good use of it in the summer. I ran my finger across her wide smile on the paper.

I heard the door open and turned. She was in my arms in seconds. I held her tightly, comforting her. It must have been hard, saying her goodbyes to her brothers. It was the last day of school and Linus, Lenzo and Remus had left on their Order mission to pursue Kat and the Palbei.

"Happy Birthday love."

She snorted, wiping her face, "Happy, yeah right."

I pushed the hair back off her face and looked into her frown, "Hey…stop with the frown. You know you look like Millicent Bullstrode when you do that."

Her face turned into a glare, "And now you look like Pansy Parkinson."

She swatted my arm playfully and I laughed at her. She joined in after two seconds of stubbornly trying to hold her glare. I pulled her to me and lowered my lips to hers, feeling that light, almost intoxicating feeling, of a Kyrianna Thornton kiss.

I pulled away as her hands wandered lower. She pouted at me and that was about my limit. There goes any ideas I had of taking a few moments to give her the presents.

"Here." I tossed the two objects into her hand and pulled her back towards me, my hands already under her shirt. She didn't respond, wriggling away with a huge smile on her face.

"Presents!"

I smiled at the gleeful look on her face, why was she so surprised, it was her birthday.

She pushed me onto the floor of the Revolving Tower and before I could even right myself she was on my lap. I flung my hands around her waist and leaned on her shoulder, watching her hands rip the bow apart.

"Hermione spent some time tying that bow you know."

She rolled her eyes, now biting at the part that wouldn't come undone. I laughed, "Here, let me."

I pulled one part of the red ribbon and the whole thing fell away, she pouted at me again, "Only because I loosened it."

I smiled, "Sure."

She tore at the gold wrapping and her eyes widened at the black velvet box, she slowly clicked it open and gasped.

Sitting in the box on a small black cushion, was a flat pebble about the size of a sickle. It was golden with the words: HJP X KAKT, 31 July 1995, Bournemouth Beach.

"I was just going to keep it, for my own-"

My words stopped as she kissed me hard, throwing her whole body into the kiss. I kissed her back just as passionately, taking it that she liked the gift. I had my doubts about getting the stone I picked up on that beach from my last birthday covered in gold and engraved, but I didn't have much time to think about her gift as I would have wanted, though I was happy to see she liked it.

"Now the next one." She pulled away, grabbing the other gift. She tore the paper away easily and then stopped…

"I..I..I.."

She looked confused at the small music contraption, her own MP3 player. I kissed her shoulder, not wanting to ruin the day by crying. "Remus found it in his room. It was wrapped…I…didn't open it…"

I stopped talking as she plugged in an earphone into my left ear, the other in hers, and my heart stopped at the voice that spoke.

"Happy Birthday goddaughter-in-law! Agnes tells me it's at the end of the month. I can't exactly go out shopping for a gift so this will just have to do, it's not done as yet, maybe we can finish it up over the next holiday. I'm getting Harry here as soon as I can and I know you two are a package deal. Oh back to the gift, I didn't manage to get any of the songs to play, must be something to do with the conversion ratio, but I did manage to record some new songs and it played back. I think if you record it magically, like I'm doing right now, it works fine in a magically infused atmosphere. Which kind of sucks because it's not exactly like we can go back in time to listen to Jagger and the guys live…well actually we could but it would be hard stealing a time turner…haha…not that I haven't tried. Anyway, I recorded most of the songs played on the wedding night, just was hoping I could have the whole thing ready by June but I guess that didn't work out. So you will just have to put up with me singing Lennon's part which I might add, actually sounds better! Harry, I'm sure you're listening; I don't have to tell you to spoil Ky today. I never have to tell you to do anything Kid, you always seem to know just what to do…Lily would say you get that from her and James would say you get that from him, but we all know you get that from me, haha. Anyway Ky, Harry, enjoy the music."

We must have sat on the floor with that voice note on repeat for like an hour. Ky insisted that I keep it but I told her he meant for her to have it. Plus, I pushed my books onto the shelf in the corner, if I had it, it probably would have driven me mad. I probably would never stop listening to it. Something fell out of the book I was carrying and I leaned down to pick it up…stopping at the familiar envelope.

He smirked at me, his black eyes glinting in the dark night. "You would kill to get vengeance for her, yet you don't even know who she really is."

His hand crept into his coat, flinging an envelope to the floor and with a click he disappeared…disapparated…gone…

I snatched the envelope up, completely forgetting about it and then froze…my heart, my ears, my everything stopped functioning as for the second time today I was assaulted by the memory of Sirius…this time not by his voice…but by his handwriting that ghosted across the large envelope as it spelled out my name…my fingers trembled as I opened the envelope, my eyes blurred as the words floated into my head and the sheaf's of parchments fell to the floor…

Just words on paper…yet it changed everything….

END OF BOOK TWO

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