Disclaimer: I still don't own Sirius… sigh…

A/N: Bad Knight Fox! Bad :Bangs head on wall: This was supposed to be finished! And yet, I couldn't help myself. I have been trying so hard to finish my other story, but this plot bunny ATTACKED me! So here is the epilogue. I'm DONE. I'd also like to apologize for the total unreality of this chapter. Believe me, I know. But this is fan fiction… and I'm allowed to pretend, right? Believe me, me not understanding the books has never been the issue. So, if this chappie bugs you, you can stick with my sad little ending. I, though, am a happy ending person… so, here it is!

Epilogue

Harry woke up suddenly from a horrible nightmare, shaking and covered in sweat. He was still terrified for a few moments without his glasses or wand, and his scar was ripping his forehead in half. Cool hands gently caressed his forehead, whispered comforting words, and somebody started humming a lullaby. The tune seemed vaguely familiar, and lulled him back to sleep.

oooo

Ginny almost cried when she saw the state Harry was in. Everyday had been a living hell since he had broken up with her at Dumbledore's funeral, and she wanted so desperately to comfort him. She couldn't pass up the opportunity she had walking past the room he was staying in on her way for a midnight snack, when she saw him writhe around in his sleep.

'He won't even know it was me. I'll just get him back to sleep, and then I'll feel better because he will feel better. Yeah.'

So she crawled up next to him on Fred's old bed, cringing when it creaked under the extra weight. She put her hands on his face… he was burning up. That's when the tears really did start coming. In between quiet suppressed sobs, she whispered:

"Go back to sleep, it's only a dream. Shhh… It will be over soon. You can sleep now, I'm right here with you."

Like she had known it all her life, a tune brought itself to Ginny's lips. She had no idea what the words were, but the melody sounded sweet, clear, and comforting so she continued. Where had she heard it before?

Harry seemed to calm down after a minute or so, and Ginny knew she had no right to stay any longer. She kissed his forehead, and continued her quest downstairs for some biscuits and a glass of milk.

Oooo

Fred and George were worried about Harry. They had installed some things in the Burrow before they left… a sort of magical security system with connected mirrors and extendable ears. They hadn't known if it would ever be necessary for them to watch what was going on in the house when they installed the thing, but with Harry's mental health at stake it was a blessing for them and the Order. The system gave them the ability to 'check up on him' from time to time anywhere in the Burrow from the comfort of their own flat. Except the toilets. That would have been disgusting.

Anyway, the boys were up late developing some new products when they heard the oddest thing coming from the monitoring station, a sort of humming sound. Their surprise was quickly turned to mischievous interest when Fred and George saw their baby sister calm Harry into restful sleep, kiss him on the forehead, and leave. They knew they needed to do something before it was too late.

"Gred, I do believe that we have some more pressing matters to attend to than these sense amplifying amulets."

"I agree, Forge. But how can we do anything about it?"

"Simple, Gred. Ask for some help."

"BRILLIANT!" George jumped out of his chair and held his wand high into the air. He looked vaguely like a red-headed Statue of Liberty. "Accio, Map!" He concentrated his entire being into seeing the old parchment float through the open window…

Fred caught the yellowed map and said, serenely, "You can sit down now, git. I'm sure Harry won't mind us borrowing this. He won't be going back to Hogwarts anyway."

George snatched the map away from his brother and kissed it. He had missed Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. Also, the reactions the parchment had to this action was always sodding hilarious.

Mr. Moony would like to present his compliments to whoever just kissed a piece of parchment, and begs them not to do it ever again.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that whoever would kiss an inanimate object must be desperate.

Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that anyone would kiss inanimate objects at all.

Mr. Wormtail bids whoever kissed this thing good day, and advises them to find a girlfriend. Fast.

"Stupid git." Fred muttered under his breath at his brother.

Who are you?

"Fred and George Weasley."

Sorry, don't know anyone by that name. What year is it?

"It's the middle of 1996."

Holy shit.

Fred and George suppressed chuckles.

That makes us like… old!

Shut up Worms.

Shut up Worms.

Shut up Worms.

Well, Fred and George, you obviously know how to work this, so you must be troublemakers.

"Yes sir!" Both boys said at the same time.

What do you need?

"Help." Said Fred, "Our little sister is in love with a boy, but she won't admit it and the boy isn't known for making the first move…"

Sounds familiar, Prongsie-Poo.

Git.

Fred and George exchanged smiles. Harry had told them years ago who Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs actually were. This was extremely amusing.

Who is the boy? Maybe we know his parents, and that will give us some more information to help you out.

George had been waiting for this question. "Harry Potter."

Really? This is creepy…

NO WAY!

Potter is a common last name, right?

Prongs is a dad!

Do you know who his parents are? For sure?

"The entire world knows. He is the only son of James and Lily Potter."

SCORE! I TOLD YOU SO!

Bloody hell…

I know exactly what you need. There is a secret passageway marked on the map, it runs from the cellar of one of the buildings in Hogsmeade (I hope Honeydukes is still open!) to the statue of a one-eyed-witch. Right after you enter from the Hogwarts end, on the right hand side is a loose rock. That's where I stash all of my filled journals. After a gazillion attempts to fix up my friends, you should find something useful in them.

"Thanks a bunch, Padfoot!"

Guys, can I ask you something?

"Shoot."

What does he look like?

"Well, our old DADA teacher, Professor Lupin, always says that he looked the spitting image of James, with Lily's eyes. His hair is an absolute disaster though."

How interesting.

Aww. How…

Shut it.

Party pooper.

I know.

Fred and George, does Harry play quiddich?

"We are proud to say that we were the beaters when he became the youngest seeker of the century for Gryffindor."

Your sister, is she nice? What does she look like?"

"She's perfect for him… He's been having a hard time lately, and we know she wants to help. She has red hair, like the rest of us, and she is pretty. We're only admitting that because you can't tell anyone anyway."

Did you hear that, Prongsie? Red hair…

Shush.

Good luck, boys!

"Thanks. Mischief managed!"

All of the writing slowly faded out of sight. "We have some work to do, Gred."

"Sirius' old diaries will be priceless to us…"

"…so we better get going!"

The apparated behind Honeydukes.

Oooo

"Wow, everything's here! He continued bring old diaries here until…"

"…yeah, I see. The last entry in the top of the stack of books is dated October 31, 1981."

"The day the Potters…"

"Yep."

Oooo

They sat for hours with the old books scattered around them, laughing almost constantly at their old friend's anecdotes. Finally, George jumped in the air and yelled, "I got it!"

The boys decided to go home for breakfast. Wasting time was certainly not a problem the twins ever suffered from. They were going to make Harry and Gin-Gin see reason, the damn noble idiots.

Oooo

It was odd, to say the least, for Fred to see the buzzing breakfast table and everyone gathered around it completely still. Just like Sirius had written, it was the weirdest feeling. But he kept going, moving along the seats to where Harry and Ginny were sitting next to each other. They were squashed together from the sheer number of people trying to sit at the table, and their legs were touching. "Abremous."

As chaos ensued, Fred and George looked up to the blue, cloudless sky above they garden where they were eating. "Thanks mate. You've done it again."

oooo Years later oooo

Ginny stared at the baby in her arms, and started humming the lullaby she always remembered the melody to, but never the lyrics.

"Gin, what song is that? It sounds familiar. Like I've heard it before."

"I don't really know Harry. I can't remeber anything else about it. I think I heard it in a dream once, or something."

She kept humming.

"I know what it is! He shot out of the chair he was sitting in. "The song from Mary Poppins!"

"What?"

"Nevermind. I'll explain later.

"I love you, Harry."

"Love you too, Gin."