Once upon a time, on the 29th December 2010, nearly FOUR YEARS AGO, a girl called Jenna posted her first ever FanFiction. To put it in perspective, when I started this story I was in SCHOOL and now I'm in UNIVERSITY. GCSE's to Undergraduate.

183,791 words, 53 chapters, 2 hiatuses, 232 reviews, she finally posted the last chapter.

This story has never failed to cause me great amounts of pain, distress and joy. Honestly, I can't even. The very idea this is finally done. You can imagine, 4 years down the line, I have changed a lot (school... university...?). If I were to redo this story now, it would be very very different, and probably would have a lot more sarcastic. The reviewers who have begged me continue are the ones responsible for causing me so much guilt that the fate of Lara and Alex were never too far away. You are all cruel and very annoying.

Well done.

Here's the Epilogue guys. I hope you like the future.

To the Future

The sun is shining in the clear blue sky, dancing off the surface of a serene river gently flowing down stream. A grassy turf dotted with flowers and surrounded by woodland sits next to a gently swaying weeping willow. The ancient tree rustles faintly in the breeze and its long branches over hang over the water, the tips just touching it. On the other side of the bank a peaceful wood is teaming with life. Birds are singing, deer's are cropping the grass and there is the light buzz of bees travelling from flower to flower. It is beautiful.

On the grass a small canopy woven by willow stems and growing with small baby blue flowers. About thirty delicate silver chairs sit in front of it and in them a gathering of men and women. Mild music is being played by unseen players. Beneath the canopy two men stands waiting. One of them in a middle aged man, with a kind face and laughter lines, dressed in white robes.

The other is about twenty and has light blond hair and clear blue eyes. He's smiling and looking in the opposite direction to the river, down the path between the chairs. He is dressed in a neat black tux, with a blue flower in his breath pocket. His eyes are fixed and waiting.

Just then, from a small tent opposite the canopy, two people appear. One is a girl with dark red hair dressed in a delicate silver dress, falling to just above her knee. Her hair is falling down her back in gentle, layered, curls and she is holding a bouquet of pale blue flowers. The man next to her, with black ruffled hair, is wearing much the same as the man in front. They are both smiling and when they get to the end on the path they sit in seats in the front row. They are soon followed by another pair dressed in the same way. The little girl had thick curly hair and a happy round face. She was on the arm of a man with shoulder length neat black hair. They too sat down. Tabby Grant patted the smiling girl softly, clasping hands with her.

The music shifted slightly then and everyone in the seats turned eagerly to the back.

Two more people appeared. Their wide grey eyes were the same, their hair was the same identical shimmering silver and their faces bared remarkable resemblance.

They glowed next to each other. However, today everyone's eyes were draw to the girl walking forward.

She was dressed in a full length, pure white dress. It had a fitted bodice with wide straps going across her shoulders, in line with the top of the dress. At her waist it flowed out smoothly in layers of silk, taffeta and chiffon and the train that dragged over the grass was woven with small twinkling beads. Her long silver hair was pulled from her face which was twisted into an elaborate knot, that then descended into loose curls that cascaded down her back. Her hair was braided with the light blue flowers.

Nobody looked twice at the scar down her face and shoulders and her arms were covered in elbow length white gloves.

She seemed to glow as she walked gracefully down the aisle, her face lit with a radiant smile. Remus Lupin looked at her and knew that he was the luckiest man alive.

Sirius Black, smiled at his husband who met his eyes with simple joy as he gave his sister away.

The twins smiled at each other, leaving each other's minds as they turned to the future.

Regulus

I looked down at the potions. It was a sickly unnatural green colour and it glowed without eliminating anything. I wondered vaguely what I would see when I drank it and what it would be like to die. To Die. Damn it, it was so hard to think when all I could imagine were the deathly hands of the creatures in the lake around me. I clenched my hand around the fake locket that lay so cold in my hand. I had known what it would mean to come here, I had known. I would give my life, give it to the cause; give it for her.

Would it hurt?

I knew the potion would, it was a depressing thought. My last moments would be of significant emotional pain.

I was going to die.

I was going to die.

I couldn't breathe. I wouldn't breath. I felt trapped. No way out. Enclosed.

No. I knew what I was doing. Perhaps one day somebody would learn what I had done, would know what I gave to get rid of that bastard. I did this so that others could live in peace. I did this so she could live. I saw again the scar on her beautiful face. I saw her eyes glisten, wide and rebellious, as her hair flew out behind her like spun silver. Her lips curved into a joyous smile that warmed my cold heart, even if it wasn't aimed at me; would never be aimed at me. I saw her like I'd seen her at the Christmas party, dressed in that elegant grey gown with black and white stones in her hair and a defiant look as she marched into the room of wolves.

I drank.

The first mouthful made me shiver as I felt an ice cold hand clasp my heart. I felt fear beat away and a desperate guilt.

I drank.

Darkness formed around me, unnaturally black.

I drank.

Bursts of red, green, blue erupted in the unknown promising pain and death.

I drank.

I heard distant screams in my ears.

I drank.

I saw her, her face with the cut fresh and red as it ripped across her face. I saw blood slide down the curve of her cheek and drip off her chin. I saw the pain evident in her face. I knew I could have stopped it. I could have done something. I watched as tears mingled with the blood. She was on the floor, her screams clawed at the air, shrill as she cried for an end. I couldn't get to her. I wouldn't reach her in time.

It was the potion. It was pushing these images on me.

But I had to keep drinking, I had to.

Another cup full and all around me the world went so dark it was like I was there, not in this cave which was dark enough anyway, all I could see was her pale pasty face contorted in agony. Noise, shrill, desperation. I couldn't reach her. It was my fault. I saw the spell fly towards her and she screamed harder. Shouts and panic was everywhere. I could get to her. I was running so hard but I just couldn't get there.

"I'm coming! Oh Merlin I'm coming!"

"Master saids you need to drinks, sir!"

I didn't want to drink; I wanted to get to her. But I knew it was the potion that was doing this. I suffered to have the cup brought to my lips.

Blood burst under her eyes as veins were broken, overflowing it rushed down her face. She was begging for an end and I couldn't get to her! I could get there in time! It was my fault, my fault! I was the one who told them to come here! It was my fault! My brother would die too, I knew it. She would die. It was my fault!

"Stop it! Stop hurting her! It's all my fault, mine, hurt me instead!"

"Master made Kreature swears! You must drink sir!"

Cold, nothing but the cold and yet my limbs felt like they were burning from running. I was being cut open but the single poignant sound of her scream. I tripped! I fell and I saw her face her eyes, hair. Desperation. I clawed the ground. My fault! My fault! I heard my voice from a distance "Master, I heard them, they are at the home of the Longbottom family". I was sickened by myself. I did this! I was the person who had caused this pain. I did this! My fault!

"No! I'm sorry, I am so so sorry! It's all my fault."

"You must drink master!"

"No! No more! Don't want-"

She was on her knees and her shirt was red, drenched. Screams, a face nearly unrecognisable it was so twisted in agony. It ended abruptly as the Death Eater – my colleague- was interrupted. She raised her self, ever determined, even now. She looked up and met my eyes; her bloodshot bleeding eyes were still that deep unimaginable grey. She didn't see me; not really, I was nothing to her, nobody but another person hurting her and her family. There was no recognition, nothing. Her hand fell to her stomach and she stared up at the sky in silent prayer.

"I didn't know! I swear I'd never had. I'M SO SORRY. If I'd known – You, your child – MY FAULT!"

I stared at you. I watched as you curled up around yourself in sudden pain. I watched you as an even more alive fear sprung into your eyes. You wrapped your hands around yourself and I saw then for the first time the gently bulge there. Your eyes widened in terror and denial. Then you screamed. It wasn't the same as the others. It was worse. So much worse. You screamed like somebody who had lost everything.

"NOOO! I DIDN'T KNOW! I AM SO SORRY!"

Flashes in the darkness, swept away. You spun away from me, and your wolf carried you to safety. But here I was again, lost in the dark, nothing but blood left.

Alyssa

Alyssa peered into a compartment with wide eyes. She'd been looking for somewhere to sit for ages and this one had two boys her age in. She took a deep breath, there was no reason not to enter she supposed. Gently she pushed open the sliding door and the boys looked up at her. One of them had bright fiery hair and lots of freckles on his pale face and the other was a boy with messy black hair wearing clothes that looked much too big for him. She gulped.

"Um, sorry to interrupt," always be polite her father had said, "But would you mind if I sat here? All the other compartments are full..."

"Of course, come in," the dark haired boy said in a quiet voice as he looked up at Alyssa with large green eyes.

"Thank you, I'm Alyssa Lupin by the way," she said sitting in the chair opposite the red head.

"Ron Weasley," the freckly boy muttered, seeming disgruntled for some reason.

"Harry Potter," The other said and Alyssa's head shot up.

"Harry Potter? Oh, yes. I've heard of you from my parents," She said happily.

Now Alyssa, there is going to be a boy at Hogwarts called Harry Potter. Now of course he's very famous but you mustn't make a big deal of that, okay? Be very kind to him okay?

Ron rolled his eyes.

"Who hasn't heard of him apart from Muggleborns?" He said and she frowned and nodded in agreement.

"I guess you're right but my mum said I shouldn't make a big deal out of that because you probably wouldn't like that," She said with a large smile and Harry gave a grateful grin.

Harry

"Mr. Potter!" A voice shouted behind me. I turned to the voice and saw a professor I didn't really know (What did he teach again? I'll ask Hermione) walking to me. In his hand I saw my Charms book.

"Oh... thank you Professor..."

"Grey. Professor Grey," He supplied and I awkwardly took it from him.

I looked at him, noting his odd silver hair and grey eyes. Well, that makes learning his name easier. He wasn't that old really, mid-thirties perhaps?

"Right, thank you Professor Grey..." I said quietly and I turned away.

"Wait a second Mr. Potter. I have something that might interest you in my office," He called back to me and I turned again, curious.

"What sort of thing?" I asked and he smiled kindly, waving me to follow him.

He led me up the stairs, taking a detour through a hidden door I hadn't known existed.

"You know the school well," I puffed as he muttered complicated charms to unlock the invisible door.

"I learnt from the best," He said looking at me sadly.

His office was warm and friendly. He handed me a photo I looked down at it. Inside was a group of seven teenagers, all about seventeen, five boys and two girls. There was a small round faced boy, a delighted smile on his face. A boy with pale blond hair stood next to a pretty girl with long silver hair, his arm around her waist. I looked at the professor seeing the similarities between the two. Next there was a handsome boy with neat, shiny black hair and what looked like the man next to me only younger. And then last there were two others. One was a boy with messy black hair who was holding hands with an attractive girl with dark red hair and green eyes. I stared at them.

It was the same people I had seen in the mirror.

I stared up at the professor, who smiled gently at me, he nodded at the photo.

"You remind me a lot of your mother," he murmured, "even if you are James' double."

Alex

I looked at the paper and I saw a face I hadn't seen in thirteen years. I was struck numb as emotions whammed into me, I gasped for breath and grabbed onto the table. Look at him. Look at him. His laughing face, his twisted, other face. It was mad and broken and it wasn't, but was, the man I loved. I chocked on my own tears. My husband.

My fireplace blazed green and I felt the mind of my sister shoot towards me. She stepped out and, without a word, ran to me. She had tears in her eyes.

She understood. She knew that my heart was falling in on itself just as it tried to fly up in joy. In hate. In desperate, never ceasing, love. I fell into her arms as the tears fell and sobs broke through my chest.

"He's out, he's out. He got away," I sobbed and Lara held me close.

For hours we sat there while I sobbed in my office.

"Come to my house," She said eventually and I nodded, "It'll be okay."

When I entered the Lupin house I saw Remus sitting at the table, his face white and his hands trembling. He took one look at my red face and pointed to the tea pot in the middle of the table. I saw Alyssa turn from where she was sitting on the couch reading and her eyes were wide and innocent.

"Hey Uncle Alex," She called.

"Hey Lyssa, not at your friend's house this summer?" I said, trying to keep my voice level.

"Oh no, Hermione is in France, Harry is staying at his aunts to try and persuade them to sign his Hogsmeade consent form and Ron is in Egypt," She said with a shrug, "Adam seems to think we should have gone to Egypt too, he didn't think it was fair we couldn't go," She scowled.

I chuckled at the thought of my nephew pouting over the idea of Egypt. I nodded in understanding, though the idea James and Lily's son had to persuade his aunt and uncle to sign his form made me frown.

I know, Lara said as she pushed me into a kitchen chair and poured me tea, I nearly wrote to Dumbledore to complain.

"Yes, well. Your brother would say that wouldn't he. And the moment we got there he would want to come home again," Lara tolled her daughter with a smile.

"We've captured Sirius."

Those simple words had me stumbling back and falling onto my couch. Dumbledore walked forwards and shut the door behind him, making himself at home in my quarters. He flicked his wand and I heard the kettle boil behind me. I rubbed my face with my hands, shock and fear running through my veins.

"How?" I asked blandly and the headmaster sat himself down.

"Harry and his friends, plus Remus and Severus found him. I've just been talking to him, he says he's innocent, something to do with a rat that never actually died."

My head twisted up in alarm.

"Peter? How?" I asked in shock, pushing away the fleeting hope that threatened to collapse on my heart.

The headmaster began talking and I sat, enthralled by the story as everything became clearer and clearer. It made so much sense and it stabbed me deep in my heart to realise I had been hating, blaming, my husband for so long when he had been innocent. Guilt buried into my skin and by the end of the story tears were falling hotly down my face.

"They plan on giving him the kiss," Dumbledore said calmly and I looked up startled.

"But he's innocent!"

"With no prove," the headmaster said sadly but he didn't seem all that concerned.

I stared at him wide eyed; unable to believe that this headmaster, the wise, kind man would let my innocent husband be kissed (I shivered).

"I want to see him," I demanded coldly.

"I told them as much, you have rights to," he said with a nod and I leapt to my feet.

"However-" he said and I paused, "he may not be there once we get there. Or at least he shouldn't be if things go as planned."

I walked up the stairs with Dumbledore at my side. My heart was beating furiously in my chest at the thought of seeing him for the first time in twelve years. I was terrified.

As we were walking up though, there was a loud, enraged yell of "POTTER!" from the rooms above and a person began to charge down the stairs before us. I recognised the mind as Severus' and the Ministers'. Anger washing off the former in waves of heat. He stopped in his track when he saw me and I stood gaping at my colleague, very much aware that my face must be red with tear tracks.

"Grey!" Severus snarled before pushing past me, the Minister teetering after him.

Glancing at Dumbledore and back up the stairs I found the sudden odd urge to giggle. Shaking my head, I turned to run after Severus, alarmed at his mad anger, my mind worked in overdrive. Sirius was out! He'd escaped! He was Innocent! He was out! Innocent! How? I brushed my hand over my face again.

Harry

Professor Grey walked up to my bed, his face a wreck and red with tears, and I blinked in surprise as he pulled me into a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you so much Harry," he whispered hoarsely in my ear, "you have no idea... Thank you."

He pulled away and wiped his face of tears, falling onto one of the beds with a sigh. I exchanged looks with the others and they shrugged. Alyssa though seemed to have a smug smile plastered over her face.

The door to the infirmary suddenly burst open and a woman strode in, hardly pausing to observe us all. She was tall with long silver hair, pulled back into a braid and her face was milky pale. Tall and proud and beautiful, her grey eyes sharp and intelligent. She looked like Professor Grey, like seriously identical. Harry recalled the photo Professor Grey had given him, huh.

"Mrs. Lupin," Madam Pomfrey said, entering the room from her office.

The woman looked at the Matron with a fond smile.

"Mrs. Lupin? Really Poppy? I would think we are beyond that, no?" she replied affectionately before she turned to Professor Grey.

They stared at each other intently for a little while before the woman's face broke into silent tears and they rushed forward to embrace.

Alex

I stared at the gaunt face, the black hair roughly cut, and tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't believe it. My eyes soaked him in as I walked closer to him. He stared at me back; his eyes were hollow but still held the passionate gleam I had fallen for. Soon we were but a foot from each other and I lifted a hand to his cheek, feeling the stubble under my fingers. It was too much.

"All these years..." I chocked, "Every single day..."

His eyes filled, glimmered and his mind opened to me, opened wonderfully him. It was dark, broken and tense in there and the memories were a black cloud of pain. But it was him, my husband, my... Sirius. Siri.

"Oh," I sighed, "Oh."

The tears were faster now and I cupped my face, unable to look at this broken beautiful man. But then he was there, his hands finding my face and pulling my gaze up to him. And his fingers were gentle, oh so gentle, as they brushed over my cheeks, as they pushed away thirteen years of pain. And the tear kept coming, for I had abandoned him, lost to betrayal, not realising it was me who had betrayed him. Him, my husband.

"Al…" his eyes held me and at the sound of his voice, oh, and his mind drew me in.

Alex, my love. It's okay, I am here now.

Harry

"Harry," Sirius called over the table, beckoning him over to where he and Mr Grey stood by the stove. I walked over curiously glancing between the two men; he hadn't seen them more than a few metres away from each other all night.

"Yeah Sirius?"

The older man looked nervous as he cleared his throat and glanced at the tall figure of the professor.

"Harry, you know Alex right?" Sirius said, placing a hand on the silver heads arm.

"We've had our meetings," Professor Grey said smiling, seeming amused at my godfather, "mostly me weeping at his feet after saving you."

"And you showed me a picture of my parents," I reminded him quietly.

"Good! You know each other, well, well, that's good," Sirius said shakily and Professor Grey hit the brunet over his head, smirking. I observed the two curiously, eyes flicking.

Sirius coughed.

"Ah, well. Now, I hope you understand this Harry, it's a long story, really. You see, well I don't know how you'll feel about this, I probably should have mentioned it before. It was all a little strange at first – when I got out, I wasn't sure of how my friend here, I mean my – well, this is it. I wasn't sure how Alex would reaction to me and I wasn't ready -"

Sirius was rambling, tripping over his words and a look of panic was growing on his face.

Professor Grey sighed.

"Harry," he said, interrupting the steam of nonsense coming from the man next to him, "what Sirius is trying to tell you is that, well, me and Sirius are together."

Sirius stopped speaking and looked intently at me, waiting for my reaction nervously.

I blinked at them both.

"Together?" I asked curiously.

"Well, married actually, I hope you don't mind."

Alyssa appeared at my side suddenly, elbowing me sharply in the ribs.

"Hey Harry! That means we're like totally cousins!" I groaned, looking from the smug girl to the two men opposite me who were looking on entertained.

"Seriously?! Did you have to!"

Alex

I fired off a spell towards Bellatrix as she tried to send a killing curse towards my husband, causing it to miss him by an inch as she deflected my spell. I caught Sirius' eye from across the room. He grinned back manically in thanks; I wanted to shake my head at his foolery. Did he always need me to watch his stubborn behind?

Yes, Lara shouted my way, in the middle of her own duel, yes he does.

This unfortunately was only too true, as I could not stop the evil witch from sending a particularly horrible curse towards Sirius, who caught it with a chocked gasp. Distantly I heard Harry scream as he chased the madwoman out of the department of mysteries. All I could see was my husband dying on the floor in front of me.

"You're not going to die, you hear me you idiot," I growled at him, finding myself already at his side, as I began healing the deep cuts that spread out across his body, Lara joined me, wand whipping out.

Sirius grinned up at me.

"Merlin you're such an idiot," I told him.

"Love you too," he whispered, stupid smirk on his face.

The End

Merlin almighty. Holy cow. Is this - is this real? Is - Christ. Does that mean I can change it to Completed? Is it done?

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I'm so done, and I can't wait to hear what people think of this. I... I might cry. I might actually cry. FOUR YEARS FOUR YEARS I WAITED. Seriously guys. I love you all. HOW MANY WORDS.