Here it is, the end of "In Need of Sirius Help". I'm sad, how about you? I hope you all enjoy it. I don't think this chapter really gives the story justice, but it was the best I could do. I probably shouldn't have included Christmas, but I just couldn't resist! It just made it really hard to draw out enough.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

A/N: Lamina Court: About Remus's old flame, she's talked about in the earlier parts of the story. I actually made a mistake with her in the beginning, she goes by either Madeline or Melody. Oops, lol. So, that will not be elaborated on, sorry she went forgotten!


Harry took a quick, hot shower that morning and then got some breakfast with Sirius and Remus. Sorai was working that day, so she wouldn't be around. This was good because although she and Sirius had made amends there was still a little tension between the two of them.

After they finished breakfast they went into the living room to wait for their guests to arrive. First through the fireplace was Ron. He had a sack full of presents, just like Santa Clause. Harry laughed at him before greeting. He then helped Ron empty the sack. Next came Hermione who dropped all of her gifts on the floor so she could give everyone bear hugs. The others then helped hers with the gifts as well. Nearly fifteen minutes later came a very late Neville Longbottom. This really wasn't much of a surprise.

He received knowing looks from everyone present the moment he appeared in the living room.

"What...?" He asked, confused. When he didn't receive an answer he ignored the glances and said, "Sorry I'm late, went to the wrong house."

Everyone laughed.

"Where'd you end up?" Sirius asked through his laughter.

"Umm...someplace with dead animal heads all over the wall. It was awful this guy came out pointing some metal pole thing at me. I don't think he was a wizard actually...I don't know how I got there."

"Only you, Neville. Only you," Remus muttered, laughing hysterically. Hermione, however, didn't find it funny.

"How'd you get out?" She asked worriedly.

"I went back in, the flames were still green and said the name of this place over again. This time it worked. I don't think I've ever been that scared though...except that time when I had to tell McGonagall that I was the one who wrote down the passwords, or the first time a flew a broom, or that time..."

He stopped when he saw that everyone was again laughing hysterically at him. He looked up sheepishly and smiled. Then he too started laughing.

Once they had calmed down Sirius said, "As long as you're safely here now."

Neville nodded.

"Sirius and I are going to stay out of your hair for most of this little party, but we want to see what you got each how 'bout you do that now and the rest of the day you can do whatever you want without us old guys?"

"What have I told you about calling me an old guy?!" Sirius yelled indignantly.

Remus just shook his head.

"That's fine, Remus...and you guys don't have to leave later. I don't mind if these guys don't."

They all signified that they didn't mind.

"We'll see," Remus said not really wanting to see Sirius behaving like a teenager again.

"So present time?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Right," Harry said and they all took seats in a circle on the floor.

First Harry handed out all of his presents. He had gotten Hermione a book about school prefects of the past. She was stoked. For Ron he got two tickets to a quidditch game for the summer. He thought it would be fun to go see another professional game. For Neville, he got the most original gift.

Neville jumped when the package moved as he took it into his hands.

"Don't worry." Harry said.

Neville nodded and then took the shiny paper off of it. Inside was a large toad, similar to Trevor. Neville didn't look all that happy.

"A toad..." he said, trying his best to look happy about it.

Harry laughed at his effort. "But don't worry, unlike Trevor this one won't constantly run away. See that little vial in there?"

Neville nodded.

"Well, when you're alone, you feed that to him and then make sure he looks at you and no one else. Then he'll never leave you, except for emergencies. The lady at the shop told me he was very well trained."

At this Neville looked very excited. He loved Trevor, but he was really too much of a hassle.

"Thanks, Harry."

"No problem," Harry replied, smiling.

Next Hermione handed out her gifts. She got Ron a hide-away. This was a watch like tool that when worn made him seem busy, even if he was sitting around playing chess by himself. So when he wanted to be alone, particularly away from Percy, he could be. Ron was ecstatic. She got Neville a hand pen, a device that could write whatever he wanted on his hand and no one else could see it. This was particularly so he could remember passwords which he was still having a lot of problems with.

Ron was just as excited with the gift as he was with his own. "Hey, you could write answers to tests on your hand with that! Think I could borrow it some time?"

"As long as it's not in my class," Sirius quipped.

Hermione was gaping, "I-didn't think of that. You better not, Neville, or you'll never learn."

Neville nodded at her, but Harry noticed him give Ron a conniving wink. Ron beamed.

Finally, Harry opened his present. He looked at the small ball, it looked like the remembrall Neville had first year, but it was different. It was smaller, and it came on a chain.

"Uh, what is it?"

"It's a type of sneak-o-scope. But unlike ordinary ones this one allows you to put in who you really think is an enemy. When they're near, it turns deep blue. It also suspects enemies, like an ordinary sneak-o-scope. Then it turns green. As it's crystal clear right now, you're safe. The only problem with it is that you have to figure out who and where the enemy is. But it's a warning."

Harry smiled as he put it over his head. "Thanks Hermione. I just hope I don't really need it."

"Amen," Sirius said. Everyone laughed.

Then it was Ron's turn to pass out gifts. He got Hermione a necklace with a heart shaped pendant. She swooned over it. Harry then, for the first time noticed the slight attraction between the two of them, though both pretended there was none. No relationship would come between them immediately, but someday, Harry thought. He got Neville a huge package of candy from the replacement of Honeydukes. It was alright, but no where near as good as the old store. Neville said he would have to hide it until he got back to school, his gram would never let him have that much candy.

Harry, much to his amusement, received two tickets to a quidditch match, it was a different one, luckily, but funny nonetheless.

"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of quidditch this summer, eh Ron?"

"Hey, who said I was taking you?" Ron asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Why'd you think I gave you two tickets. Just in case you said that, I wrote my name on one of them. You're taking me whether you like it or not."

Ron laughed and then flipped over one of his tickets. Written in thick red pen he had written his name as well. They thought it was hysterical, though the rest of the group didn't. Sirius feigned a yawn and they took the hint and moved on. It was Neville's turn.

His first gift went to Ron. He got him a never ending rope of bertie botts every flavor beans. It was similar to an ever lasting gobstopper from the movie "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". It would last forever. Ron was thoroughly excited and ripped it open and started eating.

Hermione opened a package that contained a book of reversal spells.

"To get me out of any spots of trouble, you know me," Neville said shyly. He had had a particularly hard time finding her a gift.

Finally, Harry opened the last package of the night. He opened it and first found the same gift as Ron, but there was more. At the bottom of the box was an old pin. He looked questioningly at Neville.

"My Gran used to be friends with your grandmother, on you dad's side. That belonged to your grandfather. He left it at my Gran's house shortly before they died. Thought you might like to have it."

Harry smiled at it. It had a red ruby in a gold setting in the shape of a wizard hat.

"I love it, thanks," Harry said.

"No problem," Neville said smiling. Harry stared at the pin for a while and thought he could see the reflections of his grandparents in it, but figured it was just his imagination. He was glad to have it though, as it gave him a better feeling of family.

"What are we going to do now?" Ron asked.

"Quidditch? My firebolt's at school but Sirius and Remus have plenty of old ones."

Hermione groaned and Neville looked terrified.

"Okay, how about we just do a little flying...we won't let you fall Neville."

"Alright, I'll try."

"Fine," Hermione said. They all got bundled up and headed out with broomsticks that Sirius had gone to get. It didn't take long for everyone to realize just how badly the broomsticks sucked. Neville was quite happy about this, but Ron and Harry weren't too impressed.

They flew loops around each other, and Neville even got daring enough to go as high as ten feet in the air. Hermione preferred to stay closer to the ground and went only about 5 mph. Harry soon got bored with flying in circles and decided to try something he had wanted to do for a while now, a wronski feint. As he barreled towards the ground Sirius jumped to his feet and watched.

"Harry! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled.

Harry pulled successfully out of it and flew towards a furious Sirius.

"It's called a wronski feint, Sirius, no big deal."

"No big deal! You were inches from the ground, how is that no big deal."

"That's why I did it today, so if I didn't do it right I would have landed in the snow."

"Harry, that's still really dangerous, I don't want you doing that ever again, alright?"

"No, I'm going to do that in a game one of these days. That's quidditch Sirius, it's supposed to be dangerous."

Ron came up behind him and patted his back. "Excellent move Harry! That was bloody brilliant."

Harry beamed, "See?"

Sirius was still fuming. "Don't do it again."

Harry rolled his eyes and took off leaving Sirius still steaming behind.

"Sirius, he's right, that's part of the game. Harry's an excellent flyer, better than you, better than James. He knows his limits. Let him decide."

"I can't watch my godson barrel towards the ground like that, I'm sorry but no...I can't let him keep doing that."

"You have to Sirius, he's not going to stop improving his game, hate to break it to you."

Sirius just shook his head and went inside to mope. Luckily Harry didn't notice and continued to have a good time with his friends.

They went inside and had some lunch, but Sirius stayed away. He wasn't going to try to talk to Harry with all his friends there, he was going to wait until they left.

After lunch they watched a movie, Neville's first, and then everyone went home. Harry then brought his new stuff up to his room and Sirius followed.

Without saying a word, Harry listened to Sirius's steps behind him, his teeth gritting with every clunk of Sirius's shoes. He put his stuff down on his bed and then turned to Sirius whose arms were crossed over his chest.

"What?" Harry asked annoyed.

"You know what."

"Are you still on about the Wronski Feint?"

Sirius nodded, Harry sighed.

"Sirius, it's really not that dangerous, I mean, no one's ever died from it."

"But they sure as hell have been injured by it!"

Harry shrugged. "I've been hurt playing quidditch before. Bones heal."

Sirius looked flabbergasted. "Harry, it's just not safe. I don't want to see you doing shit like that! It scares me. I've almost lost you a couple times already, and I don't want to have to have that happen again over a wronski feint!"

"I'm not going to die, Sirius. As you can see I can do it without getting hurt!"

"Yeah well add in sixteen other players and two bludgers and things change pretty quickly."

Harry sighed and looked annoyed, at Sirius.

"Please, Harry, don't do it again."

"I don't see why you're making such a big deal about this!"

"Because I care about you and I don't want to have to visit you in the hospital wing anymore."

"Sirius, I'm only going to do it when I know I can. If I have any doubts about it, I won't, but God, to forbid me from doing a move that could wow everyone in the stands and win me the game is just stupid! Now will you please leave my room? I want to be alone!"

Sirius was speechless. Harry and he were fighting and he was being kicked out of his godson's room. He turned and walked out, his mouth agape and heard the door slam behind him.

He trudged down the stairs and flopped on the couch. Remus came out of the kitchen and shook his head.

"I told you Sirius, you can't stop him from doing what he wants. He knows his boundaries and has always been good at staying within them."

"Maybe you're right...but why won't he just listen to me?! If I want him to not do something, he shouldn't do it."

"That's what kids do, Sirius, what they want. Especially when it's something they should be able to do. You can't protect him from everything."

"I know, but I sure as hell wish I could."

"Yeah, well, just get over the feintydoo thing and make amends with Harry, dinner will be ready in half an hour."

"What did you make?"


Sirius nodded and then headed back up the stairs and knocked on Harry's door.

Harry sighed so loud that Sirius could hear it from the hall. But Harry didn't go to the door, nor did he give Sirius permission to enter. Sirius knocked again and didn't receive a response.

It had only been five minutes, Harry thought. He wasn't ready to be told he couldn't be a good quidditch player again. Sirius gave up, finally, and went back downstairs to talk to Moony in the kitchen. When dinner was ready Remus had to go to the stairs to tell Harry because Sirius refused. He did not like being ignored.

The first fifteen minutes of dinner nobody said a word except to ask for something across the table. Harry quickly finished his plate and got up to put in the sink. He then tried to race out of the room.

"Hold it!" Remus said sharply. He got up and dragged Harry back to his seat. Harry glared at both of them as he sat down. "This has got to stop. You two are acting like five year olds over a silly argument. This ends here."

Sirius looked helplessly at Remus.

"Tell him what you were going to tell him earlier!" Remus nearly yelled.

"Ahem," Sirius began, "I'm umm, sorry that I tried to stop you from doing what you want...I just worry, you know. I won't try to forbid you from doing anything else. Just, please be really careful. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, bud."

Harry bit his lip. He wanted to be immature and rant about how annoyed it made him to have Sirius acting like a mother hen, but he knew how hard it was for Sirius, and kept his mouth shut.

"It's okay, just please don't try to tell me how to play quidditch...I know what I'm doing."

"I know you just really scared me today. I didn't think that was a move, I thought you had lost control of your broomstick," Sirius said, slightly embarrassed but laughing at himself.

"The only time I've ever done that was when Voldemort jinxed my broom. I don't loose control. Stop worrying about least in respect to quidditch."

Sirius nodded. "Just promise me that you won't give me a heart attack at any of the games from here on out."

"Well, I can't make any guarantees. Just, if you think I'm doing something stupid, shut your eyes."

Sirius glared and punched Harry lightly on the arm. "You know my eyes would be stuck wide open if I thought you were in trouble...I'd probably jump out of the stands and try to steal someone's broom to rescue you."

Harry laughed picturing the scenario.

"So...will you never kick me out of your room again?"

"If you'll never tell me how to play quidditch again."

"It's a deal."

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and Remus smiled.

"Can I go now, Remus?" Harry asked seriously.

"Of course," he replied smiling. Harry smiled back and went to his room to put his enemies into his sneak-o-scope. He then sat on his bed, looking through his photo album, yet again. As he went through it he began to feel a little light headed. The feeling soon turned to nausea and before Harry had gotten halfway through his album he was running to the bathroom. He made it just in time and threw up right into the toilet.

Sirius's attentive ears had picked up on the sound and he ran to the bathroom. He heard the sounds of Harry vomiting in the toilet and threw the door open. Harry was kneeling in front of the toilet, his arms holding tight to the sides of the toilet, looking spent. Sirius bent down next to him and flushed the toilet.

He rubbed Harry's back and said, "Are you alright, bud?"

Harry shook his head and then threw up again in the toilet. Sirius helped hold him up as he did so.

"Think it's all up?" Sirius asked, concerned.

Harry nodded. Sirius wiped his mouth with a wash cloth and then gave him some mouth wash before helping him back to his room. It had taken a lot out of him, and he was pretty weak. Sirius helped him get into his pajamas and then into his bed. He summoned a large bowl and stuck it right next to Harry on his bed.

"Barf bucket," he mumbled.

Harry smiled meekly, "Thanks Sirius."

"No problem bud...have you been feeling low all day?"

"Not really," he mumbled. "I had a stomach ache since I woke up, but I felt somewhat okay...not like this. What a great ending for such a good day, huh? A fight with you and now this."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Sirius said, feeling bad for having instigated the fight.

"It's fine now, Sirius," he muttered back.

"Does anything else hurt?"

"My throat, a little..." he mumbled. Sirius put the back of his hand against his forehead.

"Holy shit! You're burning up!"

"Burning up? Are you sure I'm not burning down? Can burning really be directional?"

"Shit! You're delirious too."

"Delerius...Hermione, you must have read every book in the library to know that one."

Sirius would have laughed if he hadn't been so worried. Rather, he ran to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cold water. He brought it back and placed it over Harry's head. He was still talking nonsense though. Eventually he talked himself to sleep. This is when Sirius left to find Remus.

Remus was lying in his bed reading a book when Sirius barged in.

"Harry's sick!"

"Really? He seemed fine earlier."

"But he's not now, I found him throwing up in the bathroom and now he's asleep...he was completely delirious, and he's burning up! I don't know what to do!"

"Calm down Sirius, it's probably just the flu or something. He has been out in the cold a lot, it would make sense. What have you done for him?"

"Put a wet rag on his head and gave him a barf bucket."

Remus smiled, "Then you did the right thing, Sirius. That's all you really can do right now...just wait and see if he's better in the morning, if he's not then we'll take him to the doctor."

"Okay...but he's really hot! I've never felt skin that hot."

"Sirius, he'll be fine. Why don't you stay in there with him and see if it gets worse. If it does, then come get me and we'll take him to the doctor...I don't have anything that'll help."

Sirius looked defeated and nodded his head. He hurried back to Harry's room and sat by his bed, watching him mumble nonsense in his sleep. He methodically checked the temperature of Harry's head, it never went down, but thankfully it never went up either. After nearly three hours of watch over Harry, Sirius began to doze off. He was suddenly awoken, however, when Harry woke up and started heaving. Sirius snapped into action and held the bowl up for Harry. When he had finished he laid back roughly on his pillow and sighed deeply.

Sirius patted down Harry's hair and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"I feel like shit, Sirius," Harry mumbled.

Sirius laughed slightly and said, "I know you do bud, but there's nothing we can do...I already talked to Remus. He said if you're fever worsens we'll take you to the doctor...I didn't know it was possible to get sick so suddenly. You really didn't feel it coming on at all?"

Harry shook his head slowly and blinked a few times before refocusing on Sirius.

"I think I'm going to...throw up again," he said, but didn't do anything, just looked disgustedly at the bowl filled with his stomach contents. Sirius muttered a spell and the bowl was clean.

"I don't think there's much left in there, Harry..." Sirius said jokingly.

"Trust me...there is," Harry said and leaned towards the bowl and let out some more.

"I think I'm done now."

"Okay," Sirius said, again cleaning the bowl and setting it aside. He put his hand on Harry's forehead again and shook his head. "That fever is awful,'re covered in sweat."

Harry didn't say anything but stared at Sirius with the kind of haunting eyes only sick people have.

"Remus said to wait until your fever worsened to take you to the hospital, but I think I should take you you want to go?"

Harry thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. "I'll be fine Sirius...don't need to go to the doctor. Just a cold."

Sirius shook his head, not really believing him. "I can't lose you bud...are you sure you'll be alright?"

Slowly, Harry nodded.

"Okay...why don't you try to go back to sleep?"

Again a soft nod. "Thank you, Sirius."

"It's my pleasure, Harry...I love you bud, hope you feel better."

"Me too."

Sirius laughed and replaced the rag on Harry's head. Pressing it lightly every now and then. He stayed up the rest of that night watching Harry sleep.

At about nine o'clock the next day Remus came into the room.

"How's he doing?"

"He's been asleep for about ten hours, now. He woke up once and threw up a bit. His temperature has gone down a little...but look how pale he is."

Remus stepped closer and looked at Harry. He was shaking slightly, like he was cold, though he was wrapped in blankets. As Sirius had done he put his hand on Harry's forehead and found it to be extremely hot.

"Should we wake him and ask how he's feeling?"

"I don't think so," Remus said. "Sleeping will only make him's just, he has no food in him, he's actually probably hungry."

"But if he eats, he'll just throw it all up..." Sirius began.

"I know, but his body wants food. He needs something that he can hold down."

"Like what?"

"Crackers...toast, water."

"Will you get some for when he wakes up?"

"Sure, anything for you?"

Sirius shook his head.

"You need to eat, Sirius, don't be stupid."

"I've witnessed too much vomiting in the last twenty four hours, I don't think I could hold anything down either."

Remus rolled his eyes and left the room. Sirius, in the meantime slowly stroked Harry's hair, struggling to keep his eyes open at the same time. He was failing miserably. Before Remus returned with a plate of crackers he was leaning against the bed, snoring loudly. Remus laughed and transfigured Sirius's chair into a cot. He carefully laid his friend back onto it and threw a blanket over him.

"He's probably going to get sick, too," Remus mumbled to himself. He sat on the edge of Harry's bed and gently shook his shoulder. "Harry," he whispered a few times. It was enough to wake him.

It took him a while, but he managed to focus his gaze on Remus.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Remus asked soothingly.

"Not so good..." Harry answered groggily. "But I'll live."

"I know you will. Looks like you have the flu."

Harry nodded and his stomach growled.

Remus smiled at him. "Hungry?"

"Yeah, but I don't think I should eat anything," Harry muttered.

"You need to Harry. Here, I brought you crackers, you should be able to hold them down."

"Fine," he said, grabbing one and slowly munching on it. It did make him feel a little better to have the crackers in him, he ate nearly the entire plate of them. "Thanks Remus."

"No problem, Harry," he said, feeling his forehead again. "Your fever's going down. Sirius will be happy."

"It is?"

"Yeah, do you feel any better?"

"Well my stomach does, but I feel worse everywhere else...I can't really breath." Harry said, trying to force air through his nose. It didn't work. Remus laughed at his fruitless efforts.

"The fact that you're fever's down is a good sign. You're going to feel pretty shitty for a few days, but it's clear now that this is just the flu...a normal part of life."

Harry nodded and yawned.

"You want to go back to sleep?"

"No, I don't think I could sleep more if I wanted to, you know?"

"Yeah, I have to go clean up want me to get you something to do? A book or something?"

"No, I'll find something."

"Okay, see you in a few."

Harry watched him go and leaned hard into his pillows and stretched. He breathed deeply through his mouth causing himself to cough. And he coughed. And he coughed some more. He coughed so loud that he woke Sirius out of his sleep.

He immediately was at Harry's side as he continued to cough. He patted Harry's back and asked, "Are you alright, do you need anything?"

Harry laughed at how worried Sirius was over the coughing, which caused him to cough even harder.

Sirius grabbed some water and gave it to Harry who quickly drank it. It soothed the coughing fit he was having.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine...just a little cough," Harry said hoarsely.

Sirius felt Harry's forehead, "Your fever's gone!"

"I know, Remus told me...I feel worse though."

"You do?"

" throat, and I'm all stuffed up."

"Well that won't kill you...a fever could. I've heard of it happening. I was really worried there...thought I was about to lose you again."

"You'll never lose me...I'll probably end up losing you, first."

"Hopefully of old age, when you're ready to see me go."

"I'll never be ready, but I know what you mean."

Sirius grinned at Harry. They played chess together for a while before Remus came up and joined them. Like they had the previous summer they sat around playing chess and having a good time. Harry tried to ignore the fact that he couldn't breath and that his throat was on fire and have a good time. He did.

After a while, though, Sirius started to look a little more like Harry. Remus had been right, he too was getting sick. Towards the end of the day Sirius had begun throwing up as well, though he didn't have a fever quite like Harry's.

Once Sirius had gotten past the throwing up stage, he sat drearily on the cot and moaned softly. He did not want to get up and go to his own room. He didn't want to move.

Remus looked at him and shook his head. "You may as well stay here the night, Sirius. It doesn't look like you could make it out the door. It'll also keep your germs from going around the house. If Harry doesn't mind, that is."

They both looked at Harry, Sirius with pleading eyes. Harry smiled tiredly and said, "It's fine with long as he doesn't snore."

"I don't snore!" Sirius mumbled indignantly.

"You were snoring this morning when you fell asleep."

"Hey, you both snore," Remus said, receiving two evil glares.

He laughed and said, "I'll go make some chicken soup for you two and then you should get some rest, okay?"

They both nodded, both were perfectly willing to be waited upon by Remus.

When he left, Sirius rolled on to his side and looked at Harry. "You made me sick," he said stuffily.

Harry smirked, "Couldn't help it...sorry."

"S'ok I I get to be waited on."

"I know, it's nice having Remus around when I'm were pretty good too, until you came down with it."

"Yeah, unfortunately, my immunes system isn't as good as Remus's. He never gets sick."

"Lucky," Harry said, though it sounded more like 'ducky' due to his clogged nose.

"I feel like shit," Sirius muttered.

"Me too..." Harry mumbled.

"You should be feeling better, I'm just hitting the brunt of it."

"Newsflash Sirius, I still feel just as bad as when it started."


Harry nodded and sighed. He lay there for a while, thinking, and then said, "Thank you."

"Huh?" Sirius asked drowsily.

"I said, thank you."


" saved me."

"Harry it's just the flu, you weren't going to die."

"I don't mean just now...your helping me, and getting sick for me, just put everything into perspective somehow. If it weren't for you, I'd be dead, insane, or still with the Dursleys. You saved me from it all."

"Wait, how would you have been insane?" Sirius asked dumbly.

Harry pondered for a moment and then said, "I don't really know...but I could be."

"I guess," Sirius mumbled with a slight laugh.

"Anyways, you saved me from it got me out of the Dursleys, I mean, I could have died right there on the floor."

"You would have...remember, Moony had to do that Recardiate thing once we got here."


"So Moony saved you," Sirius said, almost dejectedly.

"No, but you were the one who got me out of there, even though you needed Remus's help, you were the one who came to get me. And you were the one who stopped me from getting on the train, and you helped me when Remus was sent away, and when Mrs. Weasley died, and when Hagrid died. I couldn't have gotten through that with out you...and now you helped me when I was watched me throw up! That must mean something, so thanks."

"You saved me too, Harry."

"How do you figure?"

"Well, you gave me a little meaning, a reason to keep fighting. When I had my trial, I probably wouldn't have won with out you. I would never have gotten that job at Hogwarts. I'd never know I was related to Dumbledore...I NEVER would have made it through Remus being taken away, never...I was strong for you, and it got me through it."

Harry gave a pouty smile and said, "We're way to sappy for our own good."

Sirius nodded his agreement, "But I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Me neither. Thanks again."

"You're welcome, and thank you too."

"No prob."

"Love you bud."

"Love you too Sirius."

"Hey what about me?" Remus said, trying to balance a tray with two bowls of soup.

"We love you too Moony...and you help us immensely as well. We'd be nowhere without you," Sirius said smoothly. Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. Here's your dinner. Enjoy." He left the room so as not to get sick as well and Sirius and Harry ate in silence. They finished quickly and then set their bowls aside and said goodnight.

That night, the both slept soundly, though each was snoring so loudly that Remus could hear them down the hall. Despite their illnesses they both slept peacefully, as there was no longer anything for them to worry about. They had defeated the enemies, and overcome many obstacles. With the help of Sirius Harry overcame every road block he encountered. In return he helped Sirius in ways he'd never really understand. Together they created a force that could never be conquered. As long as they were always had each other, they could defeat anything and anyone that got in their way.


Okay, so the ending is probably the cheesiest thing I ever wrote. What I tried to do was bring back some old aspects of the story, hope it worked. It's really the best ending I could think of. Who knew endings could be so tough?

Expect my new story out soon, I've already written some of it and am looking forward to getting to the heart of it!

This story will be updated one more time for review reviews in a week or two. I think I owe you all that if nothing else!