Plunged into a fitful sleep, a teenager with messy hair struggling against his blankets.
"Come back ... Sirius ... No! The veil! Wait for me ... no ... "
Stifling a cry, the boy awoke with a start. The staring into space, he put a moment to compose himself. No, it was not the Department, it was all over ...
It was summer, it was back at 4 Privet Drive with his uncle and aunt ... and Sirius was dead. Death. Fell into the veil. His fault. Bellatrix, the mirror ...dead.
Groping along, he tried to find his glasses, without success. He sighed. Does it matter? It was dark, it was dark and he did not scream. He had no fear that Vernon tumbles into the room to yell at him to leave honest people sleep in peace.
As Sirius.
In peace, Sirius? How could he, after meeting a stupid death, and because of him! While he was not cleared of the murder charge or free to enjoy his life, his godson, all they had planned to do together ... The injustice was too huge.
Harry stifled a sob. Night after night, Sirius returned to die in his dreams. Obviously, he could have asked a dreamless sleep potion to the Order, but ... he did not deserve. Sirius could come back every night, it would not be enough to erase his mistakes. The only person who wanted him since the death of his parents had died by his own fault ... like them, is it not? Stuck at the Dursleys one more summer was only a small penance to face his crimes.
Vernon seemed to think the same. Recently, things had taken a turn for the worse at Privet Drive ... insults did not seem sufficient to Uncle Vernon, who had decided to show his displeasure more physical.
Nothing dramatic, in the opinion of the young man. Nothing definitive. Nothing serious. But enough to startle at the slightest noise ...
Unable to sleep, Harry walked to the window. Behind bars, the moon shone in all its full. 'Remus must be in bad shape at the moment', thought the boy.
He rested his forehead for a moment on the bars, hoping to squeeze through, jump down the street, away from ... Where would know anyone, where no one would die. Just a little, forget... Why bother?
Better to go back to sleep. Tomorrow there would be plenty of chores to do. Dementors to fight. Tomorrow was his birthday. For what it mattered ... he did not feel in the mood this year to celebrate the event.
Harry Potter slipped into bed and fell into a dreamless sleep, dark and cozy.
He did not hear ringing midnight. He did not see the three gray shades, like a mist, appears in his room and surround his bed.
"Harry, I'm sorry ..."
The boy leaped in his sleep.
"Don't wake him, Sirius. He must not see us, it would make things more difficult. "
"I know," sighed the man with long black hair. Regret read in his eyes.
"And yet, if I could just tell him how sorry I am ..."
"Sirius, James is right," said the soft voice of the female figure standing at his side. "He will understand one day it will. But we did that tonight and we must choose. "
"I know, Sirius said in a firmer voice. We have already spoken. It's just hard to see my own errors overwhelm the one I just tried to protect. "
The ethereal forms of James and Lily approached him not to form a single protective shadow. They were silent for a moment, looking at the boy who was asleep, oblivious to their presence.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Lily said softly, "for all our mistakes, for your fears, for leaving you alone ... we did that tonight, my love. And you will probably never will know ... The death of Sirius has not been useless. Tonight, my baby, receive our final gift, the only one we can still offer you, and make good use of it. Never forget that we love you and we are proud of you. My little lion ... Happy Birthday. "
The young woman turned to his companions, who replied with a nod. Both men advanced towards the sleeping boy with outstretched hands.
"For you my son. Be brave. Remain true. I trust you, you will find the way. I love you, Harry ... "
"Forgive me, Harry, I have not been a sponsor to the task, and it is you who pays the price ... there are so many things I wanted to show you ... But we will meet again. One day. "
"Keep Courage, my boy," James added. "We will always be here for you. "
Moonlight slipped between the bars, illuminating the three ghostly shadows leaning on the bed
A soft voice rose, singing an old lullaby, notes that the boy reached deep in his consciousness. An immense calm reigned in the room.
Outstretched hands of two men, a light mist spread over the extended silhouette on the bed. While the song was in the air, seeming to stop time, the fog set himself above the boy, dancing lightly, glittering in the pale moonlight.
The lullaby became softer, slower, before dying in a breath. As sensitive to music, mist, also stopped dancing and stood before the boy quickly melt and disappear. In his sleep, Harry shuddered.
"I love you, Harry. "Lily whispered one last time before disappearing entirely. At his side, the other two figures melted away without a sound of their own.
Outside, a dog howled his dismay at the full moon.
At 4 Privet Drive, a boy now 16 years seemed too, for a few moments to shine with a strange light.
Hey, everybody how was that? I adopted this from Keina Snape and translated it from the original French, I switched up a few parts but this chapter but most of it belongs to her, Okay? I'm not JKR or Keina Snape.