Resident Evil Neurosis

Disclaimers: I do not own Resident Evil or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Capcom/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Except for the characters I created.

Duh, duh I'm so kind I gave you not one, not two, but three brand new chapters. I figure it was the least I could do, seeing how this week I'll be devoting my time to my other stories. A writer job is never done, anyway no joking about moping time to get a cooking; damn Dr. Seuss got me rhyming about timing….um read the story.

I'm also so excited I wrote Wesker and Sirius fight scenes for RE & RE Code Veronica, let's just say Sirius and him really get into it who knows I just might preview it. You guys noticed how over protective Sirius is over Billy, they are after all kindred spirits. (If you don't know who George Romero is you're a dunder and an ass). Sex scene coming up between Becky and Billy, grrr!

My muse is working in overtime I also have bloopers of the fic where Harry/Sirius dies, coming soon.

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Okay seriously enough with the thunder and the lightening its creepy as hell.

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Enjoy the fic

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Who the fu-

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Sirius snickers from behind the curtains.

Bastard! .

Reviewers Response:

Tim: You don't even have the balls to leave your name. If you don't like the story, then don't fucking read it, I may not be the best writer but I am trying to stay true to both series and besides it's a crossover there's bound to be missing elements. So why don't you go fuck yourself. My apologies to my Reviewers for such language but if your gonna critique me at least be respectful, thank you. Now enjoy the fic.

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Previously on Resident Evil Neurosis:

Sparks flew out from the metal of the wheels as the brake tried to slow down the train. As the train turned the right side of the train lifted up. There was not enough momentum behind the train to cause it to derail, so train crashed back down onto the track and continued on into the tunnel. However the tunnel was a dead end, the train crashed through the barrier continuing on the train jumped the tracks. Flying through the air the train landed on its side as it continued to slide deeper into the tunnel before it finally stopped…..

Szh!Szh!

Sirius laid half buried underneath the wreckage, green eyes blinked several times as he fought to remain conscious and regain his bearings. But it was a losing battle; raising his hands he noted that there was blood. Running them across his body he felt a piece of the train that had obviously went through him, the rod had pierced him through his back and was now lodged through his chest. He coughed out blood, as he chuckled hysterically. It figured that he would die this way a hero, a….solider death. Damn it his father was right he should've become a doctor. But what was the point of thinking about what could be the fact was that he was born to fight, war was what truly ran through his vein.

He choked out a half sob as blood begun to bubble up his throat. He was vaguely aware of the excruciating pain from his chest; he'd probably pierced his lung. Why the hell had he even agree….

As the light slowly begun to fade away in his eyes, the wires hanging above him sparked as a bright light begun to slowly encase him.

"It's not your time yet, son."


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Groan…

Grey eyes blinked as they steadily became aware of their surroundings. Muffling another groan, Billy Coen pulled himself up onto a sitting position on the rocky mound.

Eyes widened in shock as he took in the damage to the train and its hanger, holy shit he'd survived. He didn't know how he survived being crushed or burned as he took in the sight of the zombie walking pass him, but he sure as hell was grateful. Shaking his head he pulled himself to his feet and surveyed the wreckage on the other side of the blaze was a hallway, it was seemingly unscathed but knowing their luck, they might very well have walked right into another disaster.

Walking down the mound he began his search for his partners he spotted the little healer girl, semi-unconscious body on the floor. Dropping into a crouch he gently shook her; she stirred opening her eyes she blinked several times in an attempt to right herself.

Grasping her forehead, Rebecca let out a low moan. Her ass was killing her, matter of fact scratch that her whole body was wrecked with pain. Surveying the wreckage around her she let out a small shiver, she was lucky to be alive, very lucky. Tilting her head up, she sent Co-Billy a small nod.

"Where's Sirius?"

Billy looked away, how the hell was he suppose to word this he was never good at delivering bad news nor good for that matter, "Uh, Becky I don't know how to say it but….."

"We've got to find Sirius; he's probably shooting or pilfering the train passenger's belongings." Rebecca absently murmured.

"Rebe..."

"What are you just standing there gaping like a fish for we've got to find Sirius?" Rebecca shouted incredulously as she stared at Billy, her expression similar to that horror and fear.

"Rebecca….." Billy began, he couldn't tell her. He couldn't even finish his damn sentence in fear of her reaction.

Rebecca ran towards the burning train and began a feeble search for her leader.

"Sirius where are you?" Rebecca shouted as she climbed atop a piece of rubble.

"SIRIUS!" She frantically called out as she tried to maneuver pass the still burning corpses and debris.

"Becky he's dead." Billy cried out.

"What did you say." She bit out, her brown eyes coldly surveying him.

Sighing, Billy ran his hands through his hair before staring up at the angry gir- no woman, "He's dead."

"No he isn't, you don't know him like I do." Rebecca snarled out as she punched Billy against his chest.

"It was pure suicide to go to the back like that he knew it," Billy continued as he attempted to calm the girl down.

"Shut up he's alive I'm not leaving without him." Rebecca choked out as she began to sob brokenly against Billy's chest. Billy pulled the girl tightly against his body and allowed all her sorrows to pour out.

"We don't have a choice." He whispered pleadingly into her ears. He too was fighting back his own tears. He hadn't known the kid for long but for the first time since his imprisonment he felt, needed. From the moment they met Black hadn't look at him with contempt and disgust, his eyes to mirrored betrayal and lost. They were both so much alike, and Billy felt more pity to the younger. He was just a kid, who coul-no what kind of place did he come from, the wounded hero.

"Clang!"

Rebecca eyes widened at the sound, pushing Billy away she shouted her leaders name once more. She bravely climbed onto the crumpling debris and the countless flaming corpses. Her heart plummeted as she caught sight of a piece of the train dangling across the ground, as it swayed it banged against the wall.

Clang! Clang!

She slowly turned back to Billy, her face masked by her hair.

"Becky!"

Billy turned to stare at her with wide eyes, smirking knowing at the man she turned around.

-Gasp-

"Becky"

-Bang-


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Albus Dumbledore listened intently at the will of one Harry James Potter, his expression souring as he poured through the contents, whereas the Weasley and Hermione Granger stared in discomfort and embarrassment. The Minister was sweating profusely and his under-secretary squawked in indignation.

*Haha the big will reading, I apologize in advance for the format of the will*

The Last Will and Testament of Harrison James Potter

I Lord Harrison James Potter of sound mind leave you all nothing, squat, diddly. For those who bothered to show up for this reading let me tell you now that you've wasted both yours and Griphook time.

Seeing as the idiot Ministry took all, when not all of my money I ain't got anything else for you no good traitors and deceivers. First by now, I am sure you've all figured out just who was really responsible for the medusa like attacks. Congratz! You're finally catching up, unfortunately for you the true culprit was also a victim, and Lockhart is a moron. As for the basilisk, well I moved her away from there; poor thing was just freaked out by the other snake like apparition. Well now that's all said and done Griphook you can now read the will…

To Remus Lupin, though I never really got to know you I know you were a great friend to my families and my biggest supporter. To you I leave the remainder of my inheritance, FYI not so rich. I also leave to you Potter Manor, and I've asked Madame Malkin as a favor to donate to you ten robes and also you get a year supply of chocolate so your ass better enjoy that shit it ain't cheap. (Ps. you are not permitted to allow entrance to the Headmaster nor his minions; I don't give a damn if the Dark Lord is breathing down their necks)

Remus Lupin tearfully looked up at his portion of the will. He'd hadn't seen Harry since he was just a little baby and he'd missed his cub so much, but he was obviously James and Lily's child. He didn't even know him and yet he gave him the bulk of his assets and a place to call home. Oh, Lily and James, he'd failed them all when he failed to save Harry. Wiping away his tears he was reminded of how much he was so like her. Kind and just, with a wicked temper that could upheave all those around her. He shivered at that particular thought.

To Severus Snape, you're the only person who actually treated me like a kid and not a fucking deity. That's why I respect you so much, anyway moving on I leave you my family property in Wales the garden I heard is the right breeding spot for a large variety of rare and exotic plants perfect for your potion collection. As well as a Pensieve found it in my mum's stuff, I don't know, as well as some pictures (you can have the pictures to) of you and her so I guess it would be a great gift to give.

Snape merely grunted in acceptance of his meager inheritance, although he would never admit how it meant to receive his best friends possessions and memories, there were worth more than a stately manor in Wales that was the ideal spot for several rare plants. He grimaced slightly as he carefully mulled that over, maybe not as much. What the hell was love when one was starving, right.

To my Aunt and Uncle I leave you nothing, I find you so pathetic Aunt Petunia so what you couldn't wave your hands and do some stupid ass magic tricks. Cuz you know, what all this excessive magic has brought me nothing but heartache and pain.

Petunia features stiffened in pain and had to fight back the tears that threatened to fall, oh Lily what have I done. Vernon glowered and muttered underneath his breath the unfairness of selfish no good brats.

To Dudley, I leave you my broom learn how to fly I'm sure you will be awesome. I also leave you twenty thousand galleons use that to pay towards your goal, I know you will succeed. (If I have any money left)

Dudley smiled brightly at his cousin's gift, wherever Harry was he sincerely hoped that he was okay.

And now moving on to…

To Dumbledork, I leave you shit, nada, zapo. Haha! You and your order of the fried chicken ain't gonna get a cent of my money. On another note, that item you were trying so hard to get from my family vaults. I've left it in the name of my unborn heir or offspring's, neither of which you'll ever get.

Dumbledore features tightened, the man merely smiled at the rest of the would be recipients. His benevolent attitude did nothing to bar the deep gashed in his heart that Harry had caused with his actions and disappearance. His will did nothing more but to reinforce the fact that he no longer cared. Perhaps he could persuade those who did receive an inheritance to donate a percentage to the cause. Perhaps all was not lost, he mused.

To Fawkes, I leave a diamond and pearls encrusted stand someone as beautiful as you deserve it.

The phoenix twitted excitedly and flew onto his new stand, priming atop in his glory.

To the Weasley, I've never met your other kids so anyway.

To Bill, I leave you a stack of ancient parchments and tomes; they are pretty old from what I've been told so I guess they would be perfect for your job.

The elder Weasley was shocked especially remembering what happened between his parents and Harry. Looking to one of his supervisors, he nodded his head in acceptance of his inheritance.

To Charlie, I leave an old property between Africa and Madagascar it's a perfect place for dragons, and I also leave you a few artifacts made from dragons I want them to be submitted to the Bulgarian museum and viewed by your handlers and the world as the beautiful pieces that they are.

Charlie was just as shocked as he siblings and parents but from what he'd heard about Harry. He couldn't help but to be surprised by receiving anything, especially with how he'd left the Headmaster absolutely nothing.

To Percy, I leave you the entirety of my family library for "your eyes only" I've enacted a series of charms so anyone else who reads it –cough-Granger-sneeze- will be zapped with over a million volts of lightening, they won't die but they will wish they had. –Cue insane laughter- Don't worry about me I don't need the books I've already read and copied them don't ask the how or when.

Percy tried to blink back his tears as he to accepted his inheritance. He hadn't known Harry for that long, but the younger male had turned to him for aid in dealing with his unfair persecution. His biggest regret was that he'd been unable to help him overturn his case, but at least he had been able to help Harry get away from the headmaster and his former family.

To Fred and George I leave you twenty thousand galleons put that towards your dream shop and don't forget to list me as your partner I want my cut. (I'm serious)

The twins high-five each other before nodding their heads in acceptance.

To Ron I leave you five thousand galleons buy a new wand and some better robes.

Ron chest puffed out as he heard what he was to inherit.

The same goes to Ginny, you are a pretty girl I guess so take two thousand galleons and spruce yourself up.

Ginny blushed before nodding her head furiously, her crush had stated that he thought she was fairly attractive. When he first left she was devastated, she was the only one besides the twins and Percy who still believed in his innocence. Now that he was acquitted of his crimes perhaps, they could finally be together.

To Mr. and Mrs. Weasley I leave you some muggle artifacts I know how much you love them. Mr. Weasley and I reimburse you for the care and the items you've shown and purchased for me. P.S. I still hate you.

Molly Weasley let out a squawk as she burst into tears. Rubbing his wife arm soothingly, he turned to his children, his elder five refused to look at him whilst the youngest attempted to calm their mother.

To Hermione, well what else can I say your parents are wonderful you are very lucky I don't really have anything else to leave you except to tell you that if you or I were to ever meet again we will no longer be friends. It's not just you, I just don't want anything to do with my old life and world. I've thrown my name away and taken on the alias of a wrongfully convicted so-called murder.

Hermione stared at the goblin in shock, she hadn't received a thing. This couldn't be, she was his best mate. Without her, he would've failed his class, of all the ungrateful…ergh! Turning around she felt he cheeks burn even brighter at the smug look Percy sent her way.

To Fudge, you're an idiot but I do leave you a tome filled with the laws of the wizarding world. Do us all a favor and read it, if you continue listening to that toad faced idiot sitting beside you. You will not only lose your position but also destroy the wizarding world we are rapidly losing magic due to the mistreatment of magical creatures, and the inclusion and integration of muggleborns.

"Why I never." The toad-like woman squeaked out indignantly.

Fudge wiping at his bros nodded his acceptance, perhaps he'd been to bias in regards to young Potter.

Well I'm done so get the fuck out the rest of my family heirlooms and artifacts will be left to my heirs and three of my properties will be converted into orphanages that will be financially backed by the majority of the Wizengamot. I hope that the schools that will be created will properly educate and introduce muggles and half-bloods into the Wizarding World properly.

Will reading adjourned; now get the fuck out of Griphook's office. He has better things to do then listen to your grievance over getting practically nada.

Griphook calmly removed his glasses and laid the will against the desk, crossing his fingers he stared menacingly at the people seated before him.

"The reading is over, all those who did not receive anything. Leave!"

Dumbledore and Hermione immediately stood up as though by magic (in which no one would be surprised), and strode out of the room their heads held high. Once the two were gone and the door firmly shut behind them, they turned their attention back to Griphook.

"Now as for the rest of you."

They all swallowed audibly at the sight of Griphook's jagged teeth twinkling madly at them.


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"Headmaster I can't believe that Harry would say that to us after everything we went through-." Hermione choked out brokenly as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

"I am not surprised my dear." Dumbledore calmly remarked, his hand coming to rest easily atop the young girls shoulder.

Hermione stared up at the man in morbid fascination, her eyes practically glowing in need of encouragement and guidance.

"Harry is upset with us, all of us. Although I do wish that he would find other means to express his disappointment in us. I fear that this was merely a mean of lashing out at us." Dumbledore continued, his eyes now shining with unshed tears and deep sorrow.

"Oh sir, what about what he said. About not coming back, he-he's coming back right." Hermione asked fearfully, her body tensed with fear of the response.

She let out a tiny squeak as the hand atop her shoulders grip tightened painfully. Dumbledore sensing the change rubbed her shoulders apologetically.

"Yes Hermione he is." The older man reassured her, blue eyes twinkling in a mysterious way.

Hermione felt her chest swell up at the familiar method that the Headmaster spoke to her. She was so happy that she didn't even seem to care that her former friend had left her nothing. Turning around she through Ron a smug grin, all was finally right within her world.

"What are you smiling about, you still didn't get anything." Ron sneered in that imperious way that continued to annoy her.

And just like that reality came crashing down back on her. For the first time, ever Hermione Jane Granger felt alone.


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"Serverus my boy there you are." Dumbledore called out good-naturedly form behind.

Severus had to keep form groaning aloud at the man persistent. Turning to Remus, he told the man to go on ahead.

"Headmaster." He drawled out in that bored and clipped tone.

"Now Severus I would assume that after everything we'd gone through you would refer to me in a more personal fashion." Dumbledore remarked as he gave the Potion Master a wak smile.

Severus faced betrayed nothing as he continued to stare ta him. Severus inwardly rolled his eyes before cutting this nuisance.

"Headmaster whatever interests you may have on my inheritance. I strongly suggest you forget it. Seeing as Mr. Potter has stated that neither you nor your order are allowed access to his properties and those who receives it. Now if I were to betray that trust then I would be no better then save, you."

Molly Weasley gasped aloud at the man's word.

"How dare you the Headmaster was just doing what he thought was best as were we all." Molly

"Oh please Molly, you can't be that naive. Or can you." He drawled out. "Since Mr. Potters expulsion there has been fifteen cases of malicious attacks within the school." He droned one hand coming to rest underneath the other. "Your youngest child need I remind you were one of the main perpetrators." He callously added he wanted that one especially to suffer for her hand in Potters fate. Before the boy had even left he was forced to write his will and choose his benefactors.

Molly pursed her lips and bowed her head in pain and embarrassment. Arthur rubbed his wife back reassuringly; his elder children did nothing to conceal their disappointment at their parent's roles in Harry's alienation.

"Be happy with what he gave you, all of you. I doubt that when you see him again he will remain, unchanged." And with that said Severus swirled around and made his way towards the floo, Remus Lupin was staring at the man in wonder and awe.

"That was amazing Severus." Remus said with a bright smile.

"Indeed, now Lupin you and I have a task. I think it's high time that you were reunited with your former friend and I, my lover." Severus remarked with an equally malicious smile.

They both disappeared in a cloud of greenish-smoke their destination, Azkaban.


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I saw the Rocky Picture Horror show, hilarious. I've been dancing to the time warp all week.

My friend made a comment in regards to my stories; she wanted to know why a large majority of them were so angst ridden. I don't know maybe because happiness, true happiness is not something easily obtained. Adversity paves a path to happiness, pain, loss, defeat you need to go through all of that. Because if you don't then the happiness you do obtain is less than it's suppose to be.