This is the longest chapter I have written, ever. It is around four times as large as any of my others. I just got inspired and couldn't stop writing. But the sad news is that because it is my longest chapter, it is also the last one. I give you the end of Siri Black.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

"Siri...?"

"Mghmph."

"... Siri?"

"Wha- Harry?" Siri slurred, picking her head with great effort. The alarm clock beside the bed blinked 4:20. She groaned softly and turned to her godson, ready to hit him with her pillow when she caught sight of his face. He looked sincerely worried.

"What is it, pup?" she whispered, so as not to wake Remus. He fiddled with his hands for a moment, and attempted to speak, but nothing came out.

Siri threw back the covers and got up, putting on a bathrobe.

"Lets go into the kitchen, alright?" She said.

Once she was armed with a strong cup of coffee, Harry tried again.

"I had this dream." he said. "But it wasn't normal. It was like it was real. Voldemort was there, and Wormtail, and a third man I didn't know. They were all discussing the murder of some woman, and planning to kill m- someone else."

Siri did not miss the slip, but did not call him out on it.

"They were overheard by somebody, an old man, and Voldemort killed him. When he did, my scar started to hurt and woke me up. The last time my scar hurt he was close by. You don't think...?"

"No, Harry." Siri said quickly. "I doubt he would be near here."

"Do curse scars always twinge a bit?" Harry asked. He sounded a little hopeful.

"I don't know." Siri admitted. "Nobody has a cursed scar quite like yours. It may have been connected with the vision you saw." She pushed his long hair out of his forehead so she could see it better. It looked the same, if a little brighter than usual. "Does it still hurt?"

Harry shook his head.

"No... I'm being silly. It wasn't that bad."

"You are not being silly, Harry James." Siri said in a soft, but stern voice. "I want you to tell me if this ever happens again, alright? And if you are at Hogwarts go straight to Dumbledore. There could be more to this than we know."

She planned on writing to the headmaster as soon as she could, but didn't want Harry to feel more embarrassed about it just now.

"Come on, do you think you can get back to sleep, or shall we just see whats on the telly this early in the morning?"

...

Harry and Siri ended up falling asleep on the couch, and only waking up when Remus began making breakfast.

"Bacon..." Harry gasped, still half asleep, rolling off the couch in the direction of the smell. Siri opened one eye, and then the other before stretching and following her nose to the kitchen as well.

"Finally, you are up." Remus smiled. "You too look so cute when you're sleeping. Don't worry, I got a picture for blackmail purposes."

"Moo-oony!" Harry groaned.

"Hey, I am a Marauder too." Remus shrugged, putting some food on a plate for all three of them and passing them out.

"There is a letter on the table for you, Harry." Remus told him.

"Thank you." Harry said, munching at the food and riffling through the morning mail.

"Padfoot! Moony!" Harry cried ecstatically as he read, all thoughts of Voldemort gone. "Ron's dad got box seats to the Quidditch World Cup! Can I go? Please?" Siri laughed at him jumping up and down in his seat.

"Calm down, pup! Do you really think we are going to keep you away from the World Cup? That would just be criminal!" She smiled. A doubt passed over her mind, concerning the dream of Harry's, but she pushed it aside. The Weasleys would look after him, and she doubted that the dream had anything to do with Quidditch.

"Well, you are an ex-convict..." Harry grinned cheekily.

"Little brat." Siri pretended to growl.

...

The morning after the Cup, however, Siri wished for nothing more than that she had listened to her fleeting doubts. She began hyperventilating the moment she saw the Daily Prophet, where a Dark Mark glinted at her under the headline: MAYHEM CAUSED AT WORLD CUP! She would never forgive herself if something had happened to him.

"He will be fine, Siri." Remus tried to calm her. "Harry has got a good head on his shoulders, and he is with four of the adult Weasleys. They will take care of him."

It didn't stop her from squeezing her godson to death when he finally came back.

"Pads... can't breathe..." Harry gasped.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" She chastised, only hugging him tighter.

...

Little did Siri know that it would be the first of many heart attacks that she would have that year.

The first came when Harry desperately wrote to them telling them that somehow his name had been drawn to complete in the Triwizard Tournament. The second was not far after when he informed them that he would have to fight a dragon, and she consistently panicked until the task was over.

'You are going to give me grey hair, young man.' She wrote to him in one of her letters.

She nearly died of anticipation again waiting for news the day of the second task as well. For the third task, Siri was present, pretending to be Remus' dog, who had come with the Weasleys to act as Harry's family. A part of Siri rooted for Harry to win, but the bigger part of her just wanted the nightmare to end, wether he won or not.

Then everything went to hell as Harry came back with the cup, the corpse of a fellow student champion, and the news of Voldemort's return.

...

Dumbledore worked quickly. Within the week, the Order of the Phoenix had been reestablished, and Regulus had offered Grimmauld Place for headquarters now that the Ministry had stop their searches of it. Dumbledore himself acted as Secret Keeper.

Once again, Siri went back with Harry to Privet Drive. Dumbledore sent her a letter, pleading for her to return and aid the Order, but she refused as long as Harry had to remain behind. Her godson was having nightmares and suffering from survivals guilt, as well as irritation for being shipped away at the first opportunity when Voldemort was at large.

Eventually, Dumbledore grudgingly agreed to allow Harry to come with her to headquarters. Of course, things did not go smoothly once they were there either.

Harry constantly fought to be let into meetings and to be told what was going on. Siri agreed with him. She wanted him to be prepared for what may come, but the rest of the Order did not agree, particularly Molly Weasley.

"He is just a boy, Siri. He should not have to deal with all of this."

"Don't you think I know that? I want Harry as far away from this battle as possible. But wether we like it or not, Harry is involved and I would rather him be prepared."

"He is not James, Siri!" Molly snapped.

Siri grew angry at that. What did that have to do with anything! Is that why Molly thought she cared about Harry?

"He is not your son, Molly!" Siri retorted, reminding the woman which one of them had actually been named guardian.

"He is as good as."

Only Remus' hand stopped Siri from shouting at her. In the end, they agreed to tell Harry only what was necessary. Which once again they disagreed on. Harry was only slightly mollified by the partial inclusion.

His shortening temper was not helped by the Daily Prophet, which was slandering both his and Dumbledore's name.

Then came the the word that Dudley Dursley had been kissed by a dementor in Little Whinging. Nobody doubted that the attack had been meant for Harry. Siri's godson took the news hard, even though he had not been fond of his cousin, and she could tell that he blamed himself. Siri tried to talk to him, but he had grown up quickly in the past year. He wasn't as willing to open up to her as he once was.

...

From what Siri could tell, Harry's fifth year only grew worse. A toad of a witch from the Ministry with a grudge against Harry and a demeanor that made Snape look sweet had taken the Defense post. She wasn't allowing them to learn anything at all, in fear that they would use it against the Ministry, or some such rot.

She was pleased to learn from Mundungus that he overheard them in the Hogshead taking matters into their own hands and starting up a secret club in order to teach others real defense.

Siri managed to speak to Harry and his friends about it through the floo.

"Molly gave me instructions to pass on a message Ron, since she is on duty tonight. She says on no account whatsoever are you to take part in an illegal secret Defense Against the Dark Arts group. She says you'll be expelled for sure and your future will be ruined. She says there will be plenty of time to learn how to defend yourself later and that you are too young to be worrying about that right now. She also advises Harry and Hermione not to proceed with the group, though she accepts that she has no authority over either of them and simply begs them to remember that she has their best interests at heart. And do please tell her I told you, I'm not certain she trusts me."

"So, you want me to say I'm not going to take part in the Defense group?" Ron muttered finally.

"Me? Certainly not!" Siri said. "I think it is an excellent idea."

"You do?" Harry asked.

"Of course I do." She laughed. "Do you think your father and I would have taken a cow like Umbridge lying down? No, Prongs, Moony, and I would have been right there with you."

"Really?"

"Really. It is important for you to know how to protect yourself, and it is great that you are helping others learn to do the same. I am very proud of you, Harry." She told flushed and changed the subject.

"Do you have any idea where we could hold meetings?" He asked.

"The Shrieking Shack?"

"No, it's to small for the group we have. And it would be too difficult to get everyone down there without seeing." Hermione said over Harry's shoulder.

"Fair point." Siri said, thinking again. "There is a roomy secret passageway behind the mirror on the fourth floor. That might suit you."

Harry shook his head.

"Fred and George told me it was blocked. Caved in or something." he explained. Siri wracked her brains some more, but nothing came immediately to mind.

"Well, I will just have to think on it and get back to-" Siri paused. Someone had entered their floo connection. There was no time to say goodbye. Siri pulled away just as a stubby hand entered the fire and attempted to grab her by the hair. She sat in front of the fire for a long time afterwards, her heart beating wildly in fear. That had been far too close.

She would have to find a different way to communicate with Harry.

...

Communication issues had to be put on hold for awhile, however, as winter grew nearer. Even in almost complete isolation, Siri had managed to contract some sort of bug. Remus and Molly fretted constantly, but Siri herself was just annoyed with it. Until she discovered the cause of it.

...

Siri had a hard time being sad that Christmas. Of course, she worried about Arthur with the rest of them, and brooded over the fact that Harry had somehow seen the attack in a vision, but it was announced within a day that Arthur would be fine, and Dumbledore decided that Harry would learn Occlemency so that it would not happen again. Reg invited them all to stay at Grimmauld for Christmas, and everyone accepted. Siri skipped around her old family home, ecstatic to be with family and friends. She could not help but notice her godson's melancholy attitude, and did her best to cheer him up. To her utmost joy, he did start to relax and have fun as the holiday wore on.

Christmas morning, she gave Harry one of the two-way mirrors she and James had used in Hogwarts.

"I found these looking through my old room. Just tap this with your wand and say my name," She explained, "and then I will be able to speak to you through mine. It will make getting in touch a lot easier than with letters or the floo."

...

Later that evening, after Christmas dinner, Siri pulled Remus and Harry into a parlor room alone.

"I have one more Christmas present for you two." She said, biting her lip nervously. They waited patiently as Siri took a deep breath.

"Harry... How would you like to be a big brother?"

He blinked at her. "Big... Broth- You're pregnant?" he exclaimed, the shocked expression on his face accompanied by his lips turning up into an open-mouthed smile. Remus had not moved, and his face looked blank.

"I think you sent him into shock..." Harry laughed, tapping Remus on the shoulder. It bought him back into the present, and his eyes went straight to Siri's abdomen.

"You're-? That's... That's wonderful..." he smiled. Siri could tell that he was worried, and the truth was, so was she. A baby? In the middle of a war, while she was still hiding? But she finally realized just how Lily felt all of those years ago. She would do anything for this child. Absolutely anything.

...

The rest of the Order was informed of Siri's pregnancy that night as well. Everybody gave their congratulations and well wishes, asking about the due date, and if she knew the baby's sex yet. When she told them that she did not know yet, the twins started up a betting pool.

The most drastic reaction was that of Mrs. Weasley. While she and Molly had never exactly seen eye to eye, any animosity between the two was instantly gone. The formidable woman's motherly instinct came out in an instant, and taking Siri securely under her wing. Siri was secretly glad. It was comforting to have someone so experienced with childbirth ready to help.

But not all of that evening's news was happy.

Severus, who had come in just in time to hear Siri's announcement, brought word that he was to be Harry's Occlemency teacher. Siri saw her godson grimace in distaste, but she was beyond furious. She had never told Dumbledore exactly what Snape did to her all of those years ago, but he and McGonagall had acted as if they knew anyway. She had been shocked to find that he had been hired as a teacher despite his assault, but now they wanted to put him alone in a room with her godson? That was not going to happen!

"Why can't Dumbledore teach Harry? Why you?" Siri said aggressively. "I know all too well what you are like!"

"I suppose because it is a headmaster's privilege to delegate less enjoyable tasks," said Snape silkily. "I assure you I did not beg for the job." He got to his feet. "I will expect you at six o'clock on the Monday we get back, Potter. My office. If anybody asks, you are taking remedial Potions. Nobody who has seen you in my classes could deny you need them."

"If I hear you have been using these lessons to give Harry a hard time, if you touch so much as a hair on him, you will have me to answer too." Siri growled.

"How very touching. But surely you have noticed how very much like his father he is. He is so arrogant any criticism will bounce right off of him."

Siri jumped to her feet at Snape's words, but Severus did not look perturbed in the least.

"Please restrain your hormones." He said. "I understand that they are out of balance what with you carrying the spawn of a monster-"

Siri went to attack him, and Remus was not far behind, but to everyone's surprise, Molly Weasley got there first. Her resounding slap echoed through the stone kitchen and sent Severus stumbling back into the nearest wall. His normally controlled expression went from shock to anger.

Severus' anger was a daunting thing, but if Siri had time to bet, she would have put her money on Molly. The woman had often reminded Siri of a small dragon, and right now she would not be surprised if the Weasley Matriarch started breathing fire. She did not say anything, nor did she need to. She had made her position quite clear. Severus straightened himself with the little dignity he had left and stormed out.

...

"You are happy, aren't you?" Siri asked Remus later that night.

"Of course I'm happy." Remus said. Siri didn't fully believe him. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him get dressed for sleep.

"What's on your mind then?" She asked after a moment. Remus sighed and sat on the bed next to her. "I know we didn't plan this, and it is more of an accident than anything, but..."

"I am happy, Siri. I would want nothing more than to have a family with you. I just imagined that you would be free first, and that I would get a chance to ask you to marry me. And I am scared. Voldemort has returned, and everyone is preparing for a battle that I wouldn't want any child to be a part of. And..."

"And?" Siri prompted. Remus turned so that his eyes met hers. She could see the deep fear and guilt through them.

"What if they are like me?" he whispered. "I don't think I could bear it, if I condemned someone so small and innocent to this life. Let alone my own child."

Siri's heart broke and she climbed into his lap, putting her arms around him and hugging him closely to her.

"We will get through whatever happens." She told him. Remus let her hug him for a moment, then moved her off of him so that she was standing. He slid to his knees and slowly lifted up her shirt, kissing just above her navel.

"Hello, Baby. I am your Daddy..."

Siri just smiled down at him through tears of joy.

...

The end to Christmas break came far too quickly. Siri grew rather dejected as Harry and his friends left once again to return to school. She would miss him, and she and Remus would be going back to their lonely and Regulus had promised to visit often, but it was not the same. She loved it when everyone was together.

Harry called her several times with his mirror, just to talk and to keep Siri up to date. Siri enjoyed being able to see and talk to him, and cherished the times they spent through the mirrors.

One day, however, Harry did not call for idle chat.

"I have to ask you something." Harry frowned. "Is Remus there?"

"Yes, he is right here." Siri said, turning the mirror so that she could see him as well. "What is it, pup?"

"Well... I wanted to ask you something. About my dad."

Siri and Remus shared a look of surprise, and Harry quickly told his story about what he had seen in Snape's pensive; the memory of the day they had teased him and he called Lily a mudblood.

"I don't want to give you the wrong idea about your father, Harry." Siri said once he was done. "Your father was a good man. But he was no saint. And frankly, we were a lot bigger idiots at that age than you are. James and Snape hated each other ever since they first laid eyes on each other."

"But he just attacked Snape for no good reason, just because - well, just because you said you were bored," he finished, with a slightly apologetic note in his voice.

"Not my proudest moment." Siri sighed. "But it was not just boredom, Harry. Snape gave as good as he got. Although none of the others knew it at the moment, I went along with James to perpetrate my own revenge."

"Revenge? What did he do to you?" Harry asked. Remus was looking at her as well. He had never heard this part of the story either.

"I'm sorry I never told you, Remus." Siri sighed. "The summer before, my cousin Bellatrix decided it would be funny to convince my mother that Severus was as good of a man that they could match me with, given my traitor status. And Snape went along with it, just to humiliate me when I could do nothing about it."

Remus looked furious, and Harry looked stunned. Siri just nodded.

"I paid for that prank too." She continued. "When I went back home my mother informed me that Snape had officially agreed to marry me. That's when I ran away from home and my mother blasted me off the family tree."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Remus asked.

"I'm sorry, Remus." Siri said. "But I just wanted to forget about it once it was over."

He nodded after a moment or two.

"I understand."

Siri smiled at him and returned to the conversation at hand.

"I am not proud of what we did, and it wasn't right, no matter what Snape had done. But we grew out of our impulsive idiocy."

"He kept messing up his hair." Harry groaned.

Siri and Remus laughed. Even beyond the grave, James still managed to embarrass his son just like any normal parent.

"I forgot he used to do that..." Siri said once she had regained her breath.

"Was he playing with the snitch?" Remus asked.

Harry nodded and continued, as if he wanted to get everything off of his mind now that he had started. "How come mum married him? She hated him!"

"She didn't hate him." Remus assured him. "They ended up dating in seventh year."

"Once James deflated his head a bit. She was the one to ask him out, actually." Siri added. "All the girls in the dorm room made her take an anti-dote to love potion, and tested for all kinds of charms. It was quite funny, actually."

Harry cracked a smile.

"Out of curiosity, how did Snape react when he discovered you found all of this out?" Remus asked.

"He told me he'd never teach me Occlemency again." Harry said calmly. "As if that is a dissappoin-"

"He WHAT!" Siri screeched, hitting a pitch that made both males wince.

Are you serious, Harry?" Moony asked. "He's stopped giving you lessons?"

"Yeah," said Harry, surprised at what he considered a great over-reaction. "But it's okay, I don't care, it's a bit of a relief to tell you the -"

"I'm coming up there to have a word with Snape!" Siri snarled, making to stand up, but Remus held her in her seat. Snape knew how important this was! He could die if he did not master this!"

"If anyone goes and talks with him it will have to be me." Remus reminded her. "Harry, first of all, you're to go back to Snape and tell him that on no account is he to stop giving you lessons - when Dumbledore hears -"

"I can't tell him that, he'd kill me!" said Harry, outraged. "You didn't see him when we got out of the Pensieve."

"Harry, please!" Siri begged, hormones causing tears from her eyes. "I don't like Snape either, but nothing is as important as Occlemency! You wont be completely safe until you can keep your mind away from Voldemort-!"

"Okay, okay," Harry said, thrown off by his godmothers tears. "I'll... I'll try and say something to him... but it won't be easy."

...

It was early June when Siri received the next non-social call from Harry. Siri answered her mirror only to see the serious face of her godson.

"Harry? What is it?" she asked, automatically beginning to worry.

"I was just in my History of Magic exam when I had another vision. I passed out in the middle of it, and was walking down a corridor and through two identical doors into a room with all of these... lights. They looked like glowing crystal balls, only smaller. You were there in the vision, and Voldemort was torturing you in order to make you get something for him. But I knew it wasn't real right away, because you weren't pregnant. He hasn't been able to figure that out yet." Harry said in a rush. Siri's mind had to race to catch up. The lack of a pregnancy would have been an obvious give away. Siri was nearly eight months along now, and quite large.

"I'm absolutely fine, Harry." She assured him. "You just stay where you are, alright? I'll inform the Order."

Harry nodded, and Siri contacted Remus right away through his own mirror, who was at a meeting. Siri listened as he informed them of what happened, and after a very quick discussion, a decision was made to spring the trap.

"I have to go with them to the Ministry now." He told her. "I will contact you through here when it is over. I love you."

"I love you too, Remus." Siri told him, and then they were disconnected.

Siri paced around the house all night long, rubbing her belly and speaking softly too it.

"Don't you worry, Baby, don't you worry one bit." She murmured. "Your Daddy will be fine, just fine..."

...

Siri woke with a start at five in the morning from where she fell asleep on the couch to the pinging noise of her mirror. She nearly dropped it in her haste to answer.

"Remus?"

"Calm down, Siri." He smiled back at her.

"Oh thank Merlin." Siri sighed, starting to sob.

"Shh, I'm alright. Everything is fine." He said. "It's over, I am coming home right now."

There was the sound of someone apparating outside, and a few minutes later, Remus came running into the flat. Siri threw her arms around him and cried into his neck in relief.

"It's wonderful, Siri! We rounded up most of the Death Eaters, and Fudge walked in just in time to see Dumbledore dueling with Voldemort. Everybody knows the truth now. Fudge even believed him when Dumbledore said you were innocent! Just a few drops of Veritaserum for some of the prisoners and your name was cleared! He gave you a full pardon and 48,000 galleons in compensation in attempt to execute some damage control. You're free!"

Siri could hardly understand what exactly he was saying.

"I'm free?" She asked, and he nodded vigorously. "I'm free! Oh, Remus!" She laughed happily and hugged him. He hugged her back, only to pull away a moment later.

"Stay right there!" He said, sprinting away. He came back seconds after with a velvet box in his hands. Siri gasped as he got on both knees and presented it to her.

"I've had this for a while..." he admitted. "I wanted to wait until your name was cleared, and now I can't wait another minute! Will you marry me, Siri Black?"

He opened the box to reveal his mother's engagement ring.

"Yes, Remus! Yes, yes, yes!" She laughed, hugging him again and kissed him while he attempted to fit it onto her finger.

"We have to tell Harry. He needs to know what happened at the Ministry." Siri said.

"Dumbledore went to go talk to him. He said he would floo call us once he was done."

Their wait lasted for several hours, long enough for them to get the morning edition of the Prophet and see Voldemort's return announced, and Siri's innocence declared. Finally, their fire flashed green and the headmaster bade them come inside. Harry was sitting in Dumbledore's office, and had not only been told what had occurred, but what the prophecy contained as well. Siri wan't to ask, but refrained from doing so. If Harry wanted her to know, he would tell her.

But the day was not over yet. Dumbledore had more to tell them still.

"A year after your incarceration, Miss Black, your brother came to me with an unusual object. A locket with the Slytherin crest that contained a piece of Voldemort's soul."

He nodded at the looks of revulsion and continued. "He had discovered what I had merely guessed at. Voldemort had resorted to the use of a dark magic called Horcruxes to keep himself alive. The soul is split when one commits murder, and the soul can be placed in an object. As long as one has these anchors to tie them to the world, one can not truly die, which was why Voldemort was not completely vanquished all those years ago on that fateful Halloween.

We kept the locket safe for many years, trying to find a way to destroy it. We finally prevailed through the use of Fiendfyre.

Harry handed me the second Horcrux himself, the diary of Tom Riddle, along with another weapon to destroy them with. The sword of Gryffindor is Goblin wrought, and therefore only absorbs what makes it stronger. It is now forever impregnated with the Basilisk venom potent enough to affect the dark magic.

With the help of one of the castle ghosts I recovered the tainted diadem of Ravenclaw, which was subsequently taken care of as well.

Regulus gained entry to the Lestrange Vault due to the shared blood between him and your cousin Bellatrix, where he disposed of yet another in the form of the Cup of Hufflepuff."
"Just how many of these things are there?" Remus asked, amazed.
"We believe six. We will not be completely sure until I can convince an old colleague to cooperate, but if I am correct, and- forgive my immodesty- I usually am, we have two more Horcruxes to worry about. I have an idea where one may be, and I believe the other is the snake that Voldemort keeps on his person."
"Nagini." Harry said. Dumbledore nodded.
"I tell you this because if I am correct, Voldemort may soon be mortal once more. And we will have to take advantage while he is."

Harry and Dumbledore worked closely that summer. Siri was not quite sure what it was that they did, but they had managed to get the proof they needed that Voldemort had split is soul into seven pieces, and soon after collected yet another Horcrux from the ruins of a shack. Siri was about to go mad with worry.
Harry was taking a well deserved rest from this latest adventure, when Siri's water broke. She had been having pains for a while, which she realized now in retrospect were contractions and not cramps.
"Remus. Remus!"
"Hmm?"
"Wake up! It's time!"
" 'S still night..."
"I mean the baby is coming!"
Remus jumped from the bed as if she had scalded him, his eyes wide and frantic.
"What! Now? What do I do? Who do I call? Do you need anything-?"
"Remus! Breathe!" Siri told him. "Call Poppy and Molly. And then you may want to wake Harry so he doesn't wake to my screaming..."
Remus grew very white and dashed off. He returned minutes later with Molly and Madame Pomphrey, who both got to work immediately.
It was another hour when a frantic knock came at the door. Remus answered it, to reveal Harry.
"It's my scar." He said quickly. "Dumbledore just destroyed the ring, and somehow Voldemort felt it! He is getting ready to attack Hogwarts!"
Remus froze and looked back over at Siri. Harry seemed to notice for the first time what was happening and blushed. Apparently Remus had forgotten to tell him.
"Go." Siri whispered. They would need them.
"Siri-"
"Don't Remus. I know you have to go. If we are lucky, after tonight it will be over."
Remus came back to her side and kissed her forehead.
"I love you." He told her. "Both of you."
"Be safe..." Siri pleaded. He smiled at her, and then he and Harry vanished. If Voldemort wasn't stopped by the time this was over she would go and strangle him herself. Siri gritted her teeth as another contraction hit, this one much worse.
"Please let my boys be safe..." She begged.

"One more Siri! Push!"
Siri shouted again as she pushed with all of her might. This time her efforts were rewarded with the cries of someone else. Siri opened her eyes and saw her baby being cleaned off by Molly. She began to laugh and cry at the same time. Molly just smiled at her and passed her the newly swaddled bundle.
"It's a perfectly healthy boy."
"Oh..." Siri gasped, unable to say anything else. "Oh, look at him..."
She hardly paid attention to anyone else, and soon she was just able to hold him and relax.
"What is his name?" Madame Pomphrey asked.
"Remus and I decided on Michael James Lupin if it was a boy." Siri smiled, looking down at her now sleeping son. He gave a yawn, and her heart leapt.
"You need some sleep dear." Molly said. "We will watch out for him."
Siri was hesitant to pass her baby up at first, but eventually did so. She knew Molly would wake her if he needed to feed. Once he was safe in capable hands, Siri let exhaustion take over her.
It felt like only moments later that she opened her eyes again, and when she did it was to see Remus sitting on the bed, holding his son.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Siri smiled.
"He is." Remus agreed, just as Michael started to fuss. He passed his son over to his wife, who began to feed him.
"What happened?" Siri asked.
"We won." he smiled. "The Longbottom boy, Neville, killed the snake. And there was a very scary moment where we all thought Harry was dead, but he did the impossible again. And he killed Voldemort."
A few tears slipped down Siri's face. He wasn't even sixteen yet... He wasn't supposed to have to deal with all of this... Remus wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"I know." He sighed. "I would gladly have taken his place in all of this... But it is over now. All we can do is be there for him now."
"Where is he?" she asked.
"He went to go get some sleep after meeting his little brother here. He deserves a good rest."
Siri nodded in agreement. He needed to sleep. And when he woke, they would be there for him.
Always.