Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: This is more of an interlude, the “Kings Cross” chapter from Death Hallows done my way without the old bastard there to fuck it up. Anyways, I am now also a [self-]published author. My book Poetry and Ethics is now for sale via my CreatSpace e-store [https://www.createspace.com/3457723] for $17.50 [only way to make a profit]. Half of my own royalties will be given to Loma Linda Medical University Children's Hospital. If you can see it in your wallets to afford a copy, I would like to ask that you consider buying a copy. Here ends the advertisement and we will now return to your normally scheduled Harry Potter story. As always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

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hpfan2114: The original outline (now long thrown out the window) was to originally have Ginny become a true slave to Harry, and be killed via a TASER that Harry would use on her. However, my characters decided that they didn't like the idea, and by the time I got to the big scene with her, I knew it would be to late. That, and we're half way through this story according to my current outline and we're only a week or so after the will reading. That, and I just hate writing Ginny. She's a bitch who, by fault of her mother, has a fatal attraction to Harry (and let me just say, that when you date a bunny-boiler like that, it is FUCKING SCARY...believe me...been there). She believes that she is destined to marry him and become Mrs. Genevera Molly Potter because she had a crush on him before she ever met him. That isn't how the real world works, yet JKR ended the story that way. I hate the character, and I hate that I hate the character. JKR may have made this wonderful world we play in through fan fiction, but she couldn't make decent characters to save her life (the best and most three dimensional, imo, is Snape).

vanzdaprincez: No, this story is not at FanFiction.Net. I have two HP stories there (Demon of Time and Forbidden List). Demon is on hiatus and Forbidden List has been giving me endless problems with the quidditch scene.

To the others who reviewed, thank you.

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

For Harry, time had no meaning. He felt himself floating through black nothingness for what felt like years upon years. Or maybe it was only a few seconds. He couldn't tell how long it had been. He tried to remember what had happened, but he could only remember a pair of chocolate brown eyes that he knew belonged to someone very important. He remembered a look of fear in them, then surprise. Next thing he knew, he was here floating in some infinite void. He let a small sigh as he tried to remember whom the eyes belonged to. All he could remember though was that he desperately wanted to be in the presence of whomever they belonged to.

“They belong to Hermione, Harry.” he heard a voice say suddenly. He spun around and instantly found himself standing in Kings Cross station, sans clothing. He looked down at himself, wishing he had clothing. A moment later, he found himself clothed in a pair of boots, jeans, and a black t-shirt.

“Looks much better.” the voice said again. He turned and looked at him and saw Sirius Black standing a few feet away, dressed in the same robes he had been wearing a month before when he fell through the Veil.

“Sirius!” he yelled, running toward him. He threw his arms around the man and let out the tears that he had been holding in since he had watched him fall through the Veil. He felt Sirius return the hug, holding him up as he cried for what seemed like hours, but may have only been a few minutes.

“Do you remember what happened?” Sirius asked after a moment, getting Harry to pull away from the hug and look at him.

“I remember a flash of green and then Hermione's eyes.” he said, looking away for a moment. “There were voices yelling in the parlor room, I believe.”

“Is that all you remember?”

“Ron was angry.” he said, turning back to Sirius. “He shot a killing curse at Hermione!” he yelled out in realization. “I quickly ran in front of her to try and intercept it.”

“And you did.” Sirius said. “You got hit with a killing curse, and died.”

“Is Hermione still alive?” Harry asked.

“Yes, she is.” he said, smiling for a moment before it faded. “Ron, however, is not.”

“Who killed him?” Harry asked.

“I believe Remus' killing curse hit him a second before the one Tonks, Arthur, and Charlie shot at him.” he said, looking away for a second. “If those didn't kill him, than the blood vaporizing curse that Bill shot at him should have killed him. Not to mention the oversized flame hex Fleur hit him with, the overcharged reductor Neville Longbottom threw, the two explosion hexes from the twins, Molly's explosive castration hex, or Luna's skinning hex.” he said, looking back at Harry. “So I think it's safe to say they got him.”

“I think they got him and a half.” Harry muttered, having crossed his legs as the thought of an explosive castration hex that Molly knew.

“I feel you on that one.” Sirius muttered. “Lily once threatened me with that hex when I was running around with you on my back as Padfoot.”

“She what?” Harry asked, looking at him.

“Lily, for all her charm, was really into bondage.” he said, shrugging. “Why, I remember one time I had walked in on your parents to find Lily strapped to a wooden x-frame while your father was spanking her with a large rubber dil-”

“Sirius!” Harry yelled, putting his hand up. “I don't need to know nor want to know about my parents' sex lives!”

“Okay then.” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Can I tell you about the time I had sex with twenty year old triplets while being Padfoot?”

“Uh...I'll pa...” he started, before looking at his Godfather with a strange expression. “While being Padfoot!?”

“Mischief managed.” Sirius said, the smirk turning into a smile. With one look at the expression on Harry's face, the late Marauder burst into fits of laughter.

“You...you were...you were having me on?”

“Of course I was!” he yelled out, the laughter only getting louder. “Oh, you should see the look on your face! You thought I was being serious!”

“I thought you were serious!” Harry yelled, looking at his Godfather as if he were crazy...er than normal. The man stopped his laughter and looked at him with a neutral expression on his face.

“But I am Sirius.” he replied before barking with laughter.

“Sirius!” he yelled, getting the older man to stop laughing, though he still let out a chuckle for a bit.

“Well, Harry, I could give you some long-winded explanation or cut to the chase.” Sirius said, looking at him.

“To the chase.” Harry said, getting no look of surprise from Sirius.

“Back in '81 when Voldemort tried to kill you, something went wrong.” he said, being serious. “You remember Bill telling you about the 'Seventh Ritual' myth regarding horcruxs?”

“Yeah.” Harry said, looking at him. “He said that there was a myth saying that having your soul in seven pieces would make you invincible.”

“Correct.” Sirius said, nodding his head to the side. “That over there was his sixth horcrux.” he said, getting Harry to quickly turn around. Before him sat a hunched body, looking around quickly while shaking in fear. “He had already started to incantation to create a horcrux, and was going to use your death to make his sixth. The spell backfired, however, killing him instead.

“It was at that point where things got foggy, at least back there on Earth.” he continued, getting Harry to look away from the pathetic thing. “Normally, the Avada Kedavra would kill him. It would leave a body, horcrux or not. Normally it cuts the connection between the body and the soul. That is how the curse kills a human, unlike an animal in which the curse only causes the body to stop functioning. However, because his soul was not whole, that didn't happen. That bit of the soul inside of the body would be destroyed. It should have been destroyed.”

“Then how did his soul get expelled?” Harry asked.

“Because his soul was unstable.” Sirius said, nodding again to the piece of Voldemort's soul. “The curse caused the soul to break apart fully, causing both pieces to be expelled from the body. The blast from the splitting burned the body beyond ash and the primary part of the soul fled. The part that had been broken off though inhabited the first thing it could touch.”

“Me?” Harry asked, looking back over to it as well. “I've had a piece of that bastard's soul in me for years!?”

“I'm afraid so, Harry.” he said, looking toward him. “However, in the end it works toward your advantage.”

“How?” he asked, turning to look back at him as well.

“Well, first, you're not dead.”

“What!?” Harry yelled, looking at him. “But you said that I-”

“I know what I said.” Sirius responded, the Marauder Smirk back on his face. “But the fact that there were two souls inhabiting your body makes it a special case.”

“How so?”

“One of these two souls will retake the body.” Sirius said, giving him a smile. “And since your are a full soul and this thing is only one sixty-fourth of a soul, you will easily be able to retake control.”

“So I go back?”

“You have two options, Harry.” Sirius said. “You can either go back, or go on to the Next Adventure.”

“I could be with my parents?”

“Yes you can, Harry.” Sirius said. “Or you can go back and be with a certain brown-eyed witch.”

“Hermione...” he muttered.

“Yes, Hermione.” Sirius said. “And a certain blonde witch as well. Plus many more.”

“What?” he asked, looking at him.

“Just trust me pup.” Sirius said, the marauder Smirk once again on his face. “You are going to have every single man's, every married man's, well....every man's dream come true.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry asked, not sure he wanted to even know.

“You, my Godpup, are going to have several witches.” he said, smiling. “At once.”

“What?”

“Just trust me, Harry.” he again, shaking his head. “But there are a few things you need to do before you can go back.”

“And what's that?” Harry asked.

“Hit that thing over there with a killing curse.” he said, nodding toward the piece of Voldemort's soul.

“Sirius?” he asked, looking toward the thing as his wand appeared in his hand.

“It is still connected with the other horcruxs.” Sirius said. “It won't destroy the bit still in Voldemort, but it will destroy the rest of his horcruxs.”

“Avada Kedavra!” Harry yelled, aiming at the piece of soul. It tried to get away, but seemed to have no strength. The curse hit it, causing it to burn into ash.

“I'm not frightened of dying.” Sirius said suddenly, causing Harry to look at him. “Any day will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've got to go sometime.”

“Sirius?”

“It's not your fault I died, Harry.” Sirius said, smiling at him. “I went there to help you. Dying in battle while keeping you safe, I can't think of a better way to go.”

“But had I used the mirror, or maybe tried to-”

“Harry, did you make me go?” Sirius asked, walking up to him to put his arms on his shoulders. “Did you throw me through the Veil? Did you plan my death?”

“No...”

“Then it's not your fault that bitch of a cousin of mine hit me with a hex that sent me through the Veil.”

“But it was my fault that you were there!” he yelled out, tears falling from his eyes.

“Harry, I want you to leave this blame here.”

“But-”

“Not buts Harry.” Sirius said, pulling him into a hug for a moment before releasing it. “I may not have wanted to die, but no one really wants to, not even suicidal people. But I wasn't frightened of dying, especially if it meant keeping you safe.”

“I'm sorry, Sirius.”

“Don't be Harry.” he said, letting go of him and taking a step back. “Now, one more thing I want you to do for me.”

“What?” he asked, looking up at him.

“I want you tell Remus and your aunt something.” he said, raising his hand as he saw Harry start to open his mouth. “Harry, it was in the past. That bastard will have a lot to answer for when his time comes. I ask that you don't hold her responsible, and at least free her from what has happened to her.”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all black.” he said, looking at him. “They will both understand what it means, at least Tuny will once you free her.” he continued, noticing the look on Harry's face. “Free her for me, Harry.” he said, putting his hands back on his shoulders. “Consider it my last request.”

“Alright.” Harry muttered, looking at him.

“You're a good man, Harry.” he said, smiling at him. “I am proud of you, as are your parents. We all love you, Harry. Never doubt that and never forget that.”

“I know.” Harry said softly.

“Never doubt or forget that we are always watching over you as well.” he said with a smile. “We will meet again, Harry. We will all have a large reunion up here, where tears of happiness will fall and hugs will be given. Your mother will hold you like she has always wanted to, like you have always wanted a mother to hold you, even now. Your father will pat you on the back while commending you for the pranks you have played, both of you trying in vain to hide the tears in your eyes.”

“I know.” Harry said just as softly, a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

“Just make sure that it isn't for a very long time.” Sirius told him. He gave him one more hug and then let him go. “Go and make sure there are a lot of little Potters and Blacks running around the world, Harry.”

“I'll do that.”

“Now it's time to go.” Sirius said, giving him a smile.

“Alright.” Harry said, the disappointment obvious in his voice.

“Don't worry, Harry.” he said. “We will meet again, I promise.”

“I know.” he said, turning around. He took a few steps before stopping, turning to look at his godfather one last time. “Sirius, is this really happening? Or is this just all in my head?”

“Why can't it be both?” he replied back, that damnable Marauder Smirk on his face.

“You serious?” he asked, shocked.

“Of course I'm Sirius.” he said, laughing. Harry glared at him for a moment before laughing as well. The laughter ended after a few moments and a serious look spread across his face. “Harry...never doubt that I and your parents love you. We died to keep you safe because we love you, just like you deiced to give your own life to save the girl that you love. Just like you know you do again.”

“Because I love her.” Harry said softly.

“We would give our lives to save you again if given the chance, Harry.” he said, giving him a tearful smile. “I love you Harry. Always remember that.”

“I love you too, Sirius.” Harry said, tears falling from his eyes as well.

“Now go give that brown-eyed girl a nice kiss.” he said, slowly fading away.

His eyes opened up as he sat up, sucking in a deep breath. He was back in the parlor room of Grimmauld Place. He noticed everyone looking at him in shock before a brown-haired missile threw him back onto the ground.

“Harry!” he heard Hermione yell as his shirt became wet with tears. His arms were around her a second later as he held her. His eyes moved to the others and locked with Luna for a moment. He felt a pull toward her as well, but couldn't explain why he did. He also noticed a slight pull from Neville as well, but had no idea why that was. He looked at the others in the room and found his eyes meeting Remus'.

“There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all black.” he said, not knowing what it was from. He noticed a shock look pass across the last Marauder's face as he lost his balance, as well as Hermione turning her head up toward him.

“Why are you quoting Pink Floyd?” she asked, looking at him. “And even then, you got it wrong. The line is 'There's no dark side of the moon-'” she started as Harry cut her off, kissing her fully on the lips. At that moment, he could care less who this “Pink Floyd” was, or what the actual line was. All that mattered was the witch in his arms who started to kiss him back as well.

For Harry Potter, nothing else mattered.