"ARE YOU BLOODY CRAZY?" Sirius shouted as soon as Harry apparated to his house on the Isle of Skye.
Harry made to take a step back, but his godfather yanked him from his collar; Harry had changed back to his own form and clothes.
"NEVER. EVER. PULL THIS KIND OF SHIT AGAIN. DO YOU HEAR ME?"
The old marauder was getting rather red now, and Harry, still dazed, tried to gather his wits. Sirius hadn't shouted to him that way before, and he didn't know how to respond.
In contrast to the silent young man, Sirius' voice only grew louder.
"SERIOUSLY. IF YOU EVER RIDE A DRAGON AGAIN, WITHOUT ME, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO!"
'Okay—No, wait. What?'
Suddenly, as if a dam broke, both men started laughing boisterously.
Harry shoved his dogfather's shoulder back.
"I can't believe it. I thought you were mad, and concerned about my well-being, and I was just so shocked, but… You were shouting at me just because you wanted in," he said and shook his head. "Unbelievable."
"Hey, I resent that," Sirius replied quickly.
"Do you know how much time I've been sitting in the house with nothing to really do? It's not easy being a wanted man," he added bitterly, though it was obvious that he wasn't blaming Harry.
"Right!! Why didn't you say something, Sirius? I totally forgot about that! You know I can give you the ring, right? If you just changed your appearance, you could enter the ministry and no one would suspect a thing," Harry said as he pulled the aforementioned ring from his pocket.
It was as eerie as the first time he saw it—sterling silver that was polished to a brilliant shine and nested atop the band, instead of a gemstone, there sat an insidious grey eye that swirled around, as if alive.
He tossed it to Sirius, who caught it at once.
"I don't know. I would rather clear my name and walk around with my own face, you know?" he said a little sadly, but he still wore the band on his ring finger.
"Don't worry, Sirius," Harry said easily, and he patted the older man's back. "I'm sure we'll think of something as soon as this is finished. Now, did I tell you about Voldemort taking over Dumbledore's body?"
"WHAT?!"
It was a slow couple of months that followed.
Harry kept up appearances at school, mostly to spy on Voldemort and to spite him. Their Legilimency duels had become a routine, almost three times a day, and at the Great Hall, in front of everyone. Of course, no one suspected a thing.
The search of the last horcrux, Nagini, had become still, which was annoying Harry imensely, and put the whole Magical Britain in a stalemate.
Dumbledore, or Voldemort, was trying to pass laws against Muggleborns and Muggles, and his nemesis—Harry—did his best to thwart his efforts. Thankfully for the aforementioned groups, Harry was succeeding so far; however, that was also becoming an increasingly annoying task.
Voldemort went around threatening people to vote for the legislation he was trying to pass, and when that wasn't working, he was throwing the Imperius curse around like candy. Harry found out that if he simply copied the Dark Lord, he could easily negate most of his efforts.
So that's what he did. What Sirius and Fleur didn't know couldn't hurt them.
For now, the situation was at an impasse.
Harry didn't want to confront Voldemort in direct combat, which was only thing the only thing that would rectify the state of affairs in Britain, because it was pointless as long as Nagini lived.
If he managed to kill the Dark Lord, a feat which he knew wasn't going to be easy, the madman could simply come back, and Harry getting rather sick of the whole immortality thing.
The only way forward, of which he could think, was using some sort of Necromantic ritual to find Nagini from the Horcruxes in his possession. However, he wasn't having any luck with that research.
On another—frightful—note, Harry found out why Fleur had been unfair with him lately.
She… She was pregnant.
That had been a horrifying discovery, as Harry was in no way ready to be a father at his age. Mature or not, legal or not, he was simply not ready, and thankfully, Fleur felt the same way.
After a quick talk with Sirius, one which his godfather had thoroughly enjoyed, Harry found out about a simple potion for abortion. He was saved.
He had concocted the potion with Fleur, and she drank it immediately afterwards. After a week, she had a period, and the couple could finally ease their worries and everything returned to normal, albeit with more careful sex. How did one mess up with contraceptive spells anyway?
"Now if only I can find a fucking ritual that will help me find Nagini, I will feel peachy," Harry grumbled as he closed yet another useless tome.
'Okay. This is clearly not working,' he decided and got up.
As Fleur was currently in Gringotts, interviewing for a vacant curse-breaker position, he decided to walk outside and get some air.
"Fucking Voldemort," he cursed and kicked a stone that was in his path.
He hadn't realised how tense he was until the cool wind brushed against his face.
"Fucking wind," he cursed again.
"Still brooding, huh?"
Sirius' voice came from behind him. Harry didn't turn around. He had sensed the man coming before he even fully materialised with a crack.
"Just thinking."
"Seriously?"
Harry glared at Sirius, who in turn shrugged.
"Well, thinking can be a dangerous habit. You might start coming up with sensible ideas."
Harry snorted but didn't answer.
Sirius walked up beside him, hands in his pockets, wind whipping his long hair around.
"You're thinking about Nagini again," Sirius said quietly.
Harry exhaled. "I don't know how long I can keep this charade up, Sirius. We're running out of time."
"And what? You think walking around like a storm cloud is going to solve it?"
Harry clenched his jaw. "You don't get it. For some reason, everything depends on me, and I can't fucking fathom what it is with people putting their responsibilities on my shoulders."
Sirius sighed and handed him a flask. "Drink."
Harry took it and grimaced at the burn of Firewhisky. "You trying to get me drunk, or what?"
"Trying to get you to stop thinking like that," Sirius said, turning toward him. "You're starting to forget what it means to live. You've got Fleur, and you've got a few people who'd follow you anywhere—and yet here you are, cursing at rocks."
"Uh, huh."
"Harry! I'm being serious here."
Harry's head shot up. "Shut up!"
He froze.
For a moment, Sirius looked affronted, but as he looked at his godson's face, he realised something was up.
"What is it?"
Harry's wand was in his hand before he could speak. "No way," he exclaimed and started laughing.
Sirius looked at Harry worriedly.
"What is it?" he repeated.
Harry turned sharply toward a sound.
It was… a hiss, echoing outside the wards surrounding the house.
Without another word, Harry disapparated with a crack.
Sirius groaned. "Bloody reckless—!" and vanished after him.
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Chapter 131: It's Finally Over