Disclaimer: I own it all!!! Muhahahaha.. *sees dementors off in the
distance* erm..well.okay! I own nothing! The wonderful JK Rowling owns it
all!
Authors note: WARNING! OotP spoilers in this as I just finished reading it! So, if you haven't read book 5, why the hell haven't you?! Stop reading this, and go read OotP! It's brilliant!
Summary: Anyways, this takes place between year 5 and 6. Harry has gone to see the Weaslys, as he does every summer, but he still hasn't gotten over Sirius's death. But, everything always works out! Really short one off because I couldn't let him die! RnR!!!
Return to me
The black velvet sky looked as though a million pieces of glitter had been scattered on it and the moon shown brightly in the cloudless sky, illuminating the room that Harry Potter was sharing a room with during his time in the Burrow. Harry stared out the window in yet another bout with insomnia. Since Sirius had gone, Harry had not been sleeping, as his mind would replay the scene in the Department of Mysteries over and over if he closed his eyes. 'The boy who lived' also now despised that title the media had given him, as lately, he found himself wishing he had died so many years ago. Crystal tears found their way to the corners of Harry's emerald eyes and he quickly wiped them away with his pyjama sleeve. The now 16 year old boy sighed solemnly, before standing up and grabbing his robe. 'I need to go out for a walk' he murmured to himself. He tiptoed out of the room, softly closing the door behind him. He made his way outside and onto the soft grass which felt odd against Harry's bare feet. Harry laid down into the grass and stared up at the stars above him. 'Why Sirius?' He asked aloud. 'It's my entire fault you're gone. I need you more then ever.' He continued speaking into the sky. 'Why couldn't I have died instead of you?' Harry asked, feeling hot tears form in his eyes for the seemingly millionth time since his Godfather had died. 'I miss you Sirius'. He sighed, closing his eyes, feeling the wet tears glide across his face.
'Harry.' Said a calm, familiar voice. Harry's eyes shot open and he looked around wildly.
'S-Sirius? Is-is that y-you?" Harry asked, with excitement and nervousness in his voice. Suddenly, in front of Harry, a silvery, see through figure of Sirius Black.
'Yes Harry, it's me.' The ghost said coolly. Harry's brilliant green eyes widened to the size of Golden Snitches, and the first smile in weeks crept across Harry's lips.
'Sirius! I-I can't believe it's you!' Harry began frantically. 'Oh Sirius, I missed you.'
'Harry, I chose to stay, to watch over you.' Sirius stated. 'I know you talked to Sir Nicholas after my death, and he told you that it's only a few wizards who choose to return. I knew I couldn't just leave you alone.'
'Oh Sirius! Thank you!' Harry said, grinning broadly. A smile crept across the white lips of the ghost. 'Sirius?'
'Yes?'
'Have you, seen them?' Harry asked nervously, 'my mum and dad that is.' Sirius nodded.
'Yes Harry. And they wish you well. They are so proud of you.' By this time, Harry could not stand it any longer, and for the third time that night, he cried. But this time, it was because of the joy he was feeling.
*** Well, I told you that was short! But, it's sorta gunna be a prologue to something else I'm gunna start working on! I just cant say goodbye to Sirius! He's way to kewl to die! RnR!!!
Authors note: WARNING! OotP spoilers in this as I just finished reading it! So, if you haven't read book 5, why the hell haven't you?! Stop reading this, and go read OotP! It's brilliant!
Summary: Anyways, this takes place between year 5 and 6. Harry has gone to see the Weaslys, as he does every summer, but he still hasn't gotten over Sirius's death. But, everything always works out! Really short one off because I couldn't let him die! RnR!!!
Return to me
The black velvet sky looked as though a million pieces of glitter had been scattered on it and the moon shown brightly in the cloudless sky, illuminating the room that Harry Potter was sharing a room with during his time in the Burrow. Harry stared out the window in yet another bout with insomnia. Since Sirius had gone, Harry had not been sleeping, as his mind would replay the scene in the Department of Mysteries over and over if he closed his eyes. 'The boy who lived' also now despised that title the media had given him, as lately, he found himself wishing he had died so many years ago. Crystal tears found their way to the corners of Harry's emerald eyes and he quickly wiped them away with his pyjama sleeve. The now 16 year old boy sighed solemnly, before standing up and grabbing his robe. 'I need to go out for a walk' he murmured to himself. He tiptoed out of the room, softly closing the door behind him. He made his way outside and onto the soft grass which felt odd against Harry's bare feet. Harry laid down into the grass and stared up at the stars above him. 'Why Sirius?' He asked aloud. 'It's my entire fault you're gone. I need you more then ever.' He continued speaking into the sky. 'Why couldn't I have died instead of you?' Harry asked, feeling hot tears form in his eyes for the seemingly millionth time since his Godfather had died. 'I miss you Sirius'. He sighed, closing his eyes, feeling the wet tears glide across his face.
'Harry.' Said a calm, familiar voice. Harry's eyes shot open and he looked around wildly.
'S-Sirius? Is-is that y-you?" Harry asked, with excitement and nervousness in his voice. Suddenly, in front of Harry, a silvery, see through figure of Sirius Black.
'Yes Harry, it's me.' The ghost said coolly. Harry's brilliant green eyes widened to the size of Golden Snitches, and the first smile in weeks crept across Harry's lips.
'Sirius! I-I can't believe it's you!' Harry began frantically. 'Oh Sirius, I missed you.'
'Harry, I chose to stay, to watch over you.' Sirius stated. 'I know you talked to Sir Nicholas after my death, and he told you that it's only a few wizards who choose to return. I knew I couldn't just leave you alone.'
'Oh Sirius! Thank you!' Harry said, grinning broadly. A smile crept across the white lips of the ghost. 'Sirius?'
'Yes?'
'Have you, seen them?' Harry asked nervously, 'my mum and dad that is.' Sirius nodded.
'Yes Harry. And they wish you well. They are so proud of you.' By this time, Harry could not stand it any longer, and for the third time that night, he cried. But this time, it was because of the joy he was feeling.
*** Well, I told you that was short! But, it's sorta gunna be a prologue to something else I'm gunna start working on! I just cant say goodbye to Sirius! He's way to kewl to die! RnR!!!