A/N: I am sooooooooo pissed that Sirius died, so I am going to try as hard
as I can in, my denial, to have Sirius still be in the story. Oh, and to
all the Rooney fans out there, I know I didn't write some lyrics that may
appear in the story, but I will use them. Oh, and each chapter opens with a
dream, not always Harry's.
Disclaimer: The honorable J. K. Rowling Owns Harry Potter, all other characters, and some schools and places, and no matter how much I hope and wish, they will never be mine!!! :(
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These Dreams
Chapter one: "Happy Birthday?"
"Harry Potter, this is ALL YOUR FAULT!!! How dare you try and blame this on Albus Dumbledore! You are NOTHING but a petty MURDERER, destined to die at the hand of a snake! How could you try and let Albus take the blame?!?! I never want to see you again!" a pale Sirius screamed at Harry from a plain background. Next to him, a large shaggy black dog nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry, Sirius! I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt! I only wanted to save you!" Harry said back, his voice quivering, tears streaming down his face. He tried to reason with his godfather, but it didn't work. Bellatrix came in pointing and laughing. Sirius was had been replaced by Lupin, and the dog was now a snake, who slithered away, Bellatrix followed.
"Hand me the map" Lupin said calmly, and as though this statement was expected.
"What?" the, now, confused Harry asked.
"The map, hand it over. The Marauders map," He added at the sight of Harry's confused look. "You killed one of the makers, you don't deserve it, hand it over!" Lupin added with some hostility. Harry tried to, then noticed that he no longer had arms or legs. He coiled a part of his tail around it and slithered to Lupin, returning he map to one of its rightful owners. "Thank you," He said avoiding touching Harry-the-snake, with a look of utmost disgust on his face.
A snitch came flying into view. Soon followed by an arm that reached out to grab it, then human Harry. Then, the scar on human Harry disappeared ("bye bye being human, murderer," a voice seemed to say, though Harry could not tell whether it was his own thoughts, voice, or someone else), then the human blinked and his eyes turned hazel. "t's my dad!" Harry thought, maybe things were looking up.
"You are NOT my son, murderer!" James said. Harry lost the ability to feel anything. He was so numb, so confused, how was he supposed to live his life like this? "I'm here for my mirror,"
"Oh yeah," Harry hissed, handing James the mirror the same way he handed Lupin the map.
"YOU BROKE IT! The one thing I had left to speak to my best friend with, and you carelessly BROKE IT!!!!!!" Harry dodged the mirror as it flew back at him full speed.
Harry woke up "safe" in the Dursleys laced in spit and sweat (and could those be tears?) , and shaking. His mouth was dry, the air tasted awful to him. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. "I've got to stop having these dreams," he said to himself. He walked back to his room. It was 6:15 too late to go back to bed (he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep), so he sat down at Dudley's old desk and decided to start his homework.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, he had hit his head on the shelf above the desk. "I can hardly see,"he told himself. It was so dark because the blinds were shut, tight. He opened them slightly so that there was enough light to write. He had an awful headache, too much light would irritate it. "Funny," he thought, "that shelf always seemed to high to be a threat to my head. Come to think of it, the ground seems farther away than usual, as well," He had grown!! And a noticeable amount as well! This was a big thing for Harry, as he was used to being a shrimp.
And then it hit him, "Oh yeah! Great," It was Dudley's Birthday. He decided that he wasn't going to be the last one up this time, like usual. He raced down the stairs, and reached the bottom landing just in time to hear signs of life coming from Dudley's room. "Hey I'm not the last one up!" he thought to himself.
Aunt Petunia "greeted" him and told him the plans for today. "Now I don't want you to ruin the surprise, " She said as though speaking to an animal. Little did Harry know, he was in for the big surprise. But that wouldn't be for a while.
"Dudderkins, you up!!" Aunt Petunia practically screeched, with an enormous smile on her face. "How wonderful!" She muttered, "Now Harry, I expect you to be on your best behavior, we're leaving you alone for the day, and were not locking you in your room, though you will not be able to leave the house."
Harry felt rather freed by this, it must have been out of sheer fear of attack by Harry's adult friends (you know, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Moody, and the Weasley twins sent them some mail yesterday, and a few trick sweets, which Uncle Vernon through out immediately). He wanted to talk to Mrs. Figg, he was sure Uncle Vernon would not object to a little adult supervision. Now, the trick was, "How am I going to get Uncle Vernon to agree to it, while making it sound like I don't wan it."
"You listening to the rules, boy? No eating things that aren't in containers marked with your name, no funny business, not too many owls, and most important of all, BE SILENT!"
Harry tried to hide his huge smile, "You mean I don't have be watched by that awful Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked, knowing this might trigger something.
"Good point, he's not to be trusted. Petunia phone her and ask her to come over, we'll be gone to long to force Harry into he poor woman's house."
Within about ten minutes, the Dursleys were gone, and Mrs. Figg was situated in the Dursley's living room. "So how are you Harry?" she asked, "I know this must be hard on you"
Harry was glad she was there, he could write all he wanted to his friends and the Order members, but actually =speaking was different. It was true that t was a little harder to talk about it, but he felt he needed to, and there were somethings that he could not tell Ron and Hermione. "I guess I feel okay. It's just that, I feel so guilty, and I keep having these dreams," he explained, "Then I found this mirror," he showed her the mirror (which he had repaired before leaving Hogwarts), had I only used that instead of Umbiges fire, and," he stopped there, a tear streamed down his face "I'm acting like such a girl" he though to himself.
"It's all right, you've been through a lot. I'm not sure I could've moved after seeing Sirius die, let alone go and fight that awful Bellatrix woman," Mrs. Figg comforted him "Don't worry, things will work out all right. You heard the prophecy, correct?" Harry nodded, "You will be he one to triumph, you've got to be, otherwise, you might as well have died one of the latest three encounters with You-Know-Who, but you didn't."
"Neither did he. And that's another thing, why am I destined to be a murderer, according to you, or die at the hands of Voldemort. I don't want to cause more death. I'm sick of it!"
"One really doesn't 'get used to it,' but over time, everyone learns to cope better."
"Well that's good to hear, thanks for talking to me, i know it sounds weird, but I just needed to talk to someone who understood to keep from going crazy."
"Well, I'm honored to be able to help," Mrs. Figg replied. Harry stood up to get some food. "My, I haven't seen you in almost a year, I hadn't realized how much you'd grown! You know your father wasn't very tall until about his sixth year either, odd," Mrs. Figg said. Harry wished he could see James in his sixth year, and he wouldn't mind if he could see him in his fifth year again. Mrs. Figg wrote a nice little report on how well Harry behaved for Vernon, just like he told her to.
The night before his birthday, Harry was having trouble sleeping. He got up, and once again he went to the bathroom and look in the mirror. He messed his hair up the way James had in Snape's memory. He looked odd, he let out a small chuckle "How did he ever get my mom to go out with him?" He straightened his hair out as well as he could, but it didn't fix much, and he was about to go to sleep and mess it up some more, so there was no point.
He dreamed the oddest thing, that when he woke up the Dursleys had planned a birthday party for him and invited Mrs. Figg, and Hermione (the only one who could properly operate a telephone without instruction, she explained), who brought along some Weasleys (well, all of them), and then Lupin came along, then Sirius showed up, then fifteen-year-old James nd Lily, and Cedric Diggory. As he came down the dead people screamed "Happy Birthday Harry!" the others all seemed surprised that it was his birthday, like they had forgotten.
He was the last to wake up, which surprised him because 6:45 wasn't too incredibly late. He got dressed and went down the stairs, and when he got to the landing, there were the Dursleys, looking terrified, holding a birthday cake! "Oh, I'm dreaming again" he thought, only it wasn't true.
"Happy Birthday, Harry" the words sounded so strange in Dudley's head, it sounded more like "Happy Birthday? Harry?", that it almost sounded like a question. It turned out that part of his dream was true. He got a cake, and he even got a present, CD player,and some CDs that Dudley recommended. Harry listened to them and thought they were awful! He gave the CDs to Dudley, but now he had something that belonged to him, and wasn't Dudley's! After writing about it to Hermione, she sent him some classical music CDs that she had doubles of, Harry was grateful.
Disclaimer: The honorable J. K. Rowling Owns Harry Potter, all other characters, and some schools and places, and no matter how much I hope and wish, they will never be mine!!! :(
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These Dreams
Chapter one: "Happy Birthday?"
"Harry Potter, this is ALL YOUR FAULT!!! How dare you try and blame this on Albus Dumbledore! You are NOTHING but a petty MURDERER, destined to die at the hand of a snake! How could you try and let Albus take the blame?!?! I never want to see you again!" a pale Sirius screamed at Harry from a plain background. Next to him, a large shaggy black dog nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry, Sirius! I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt! I only wanted to save you!" Harry said back, his voice quivering, tears streaming down his face. He tried to reason with his godfather, but it didn't work. Bellatrix came in pointing and laughing. Sirius was had been replaced by Lupin, and the dog was now a snake, who slithered away, Bellatrix followed.
"Hand me the map" Lupin said calmly, and as though this statement was expected.
"What?" the, now, confused Harry asked.
"The map, hand it over. The Marauders map," He added at the sight of Harry's confused look. "You killed one of the makers, you don't deserve it, hand it over!" Lupin added with some hostility. Harry tried to, then noticed that he no longer had arms or legs. He coiled a part of his tail around it and slithered to Lupin, returning he map to one of its rightful owners. "Thank you," He said avoiding touching Harry-the-snake, with a look of utmost disgust on his face.
A snitch came flying into view. Soon followed by an arm that reached out to grab it, then human Harry. Then, the scar on human Harry disappeared ("bye bye being human, murderer," a voice seemed to say, though Harry could not tell whether it was his own thoughts, voice, or someone else), then the human blinked and his eyes turned hazel. "t's my dad!" Harry thought, maybe things were looking up.
"You are NOT my son, murderer!" James said. Harry lost the ability to feel anything. He was so numb, so confused, how was he supposed to live his life like this? "I'm here for my mirror,"
"Oh yeah," Harry hissed, handing James the mirror the same way he handed Lupin the map.
"YOU BROKE IT! The one thing I had left to speak to my best friend with, and you carelessly BROKE IT!!!!!!" Harry dodged the mirror as it flew back at him full speed.
Harry woke up "safe" in the Dursleys laced in spit and sweat (and could those be tears?) , and shaking. His mouth was dry, the air tasted awful to him. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. "I've got to stop having these dreams," he said to himself. He walked back to his room. It was 6:15 too late to go back to bed (he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep), so he sat down at Dudley's old desk and decided to start his homework.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, he had hit his head on the shelf above the desk. "I can hardly see,"he told himself. It was so dark because the blinds were shut, tight. He opened them slightly so that there was enough light to write. He had an awful headache, too much light would irritate it. "Funny," he thought, "that shelf always seemed to high to be a threat to my head. Come to think of it, the ground seems farther away than usual, as well," He had grown!! And a noticeable amount as well! This was a big thing for Harry, as he was used to being a shrimp.
And then it hit him, "Oh yeah! Great," It was Dudley's Birthday. He decided that he wasn't going to be the last one up this time, like usual. He raced down the stairs, and reached the bottom landing just in time to hear signs of life coming from Dudley's room. "Hey I'm not the last one up!" he thought to himself.
Aunt Petunia "greeted" him and told him the plans for today. "Now I don't want you to ruin the surprise, " She said as though speaking to an animal. Little did Harry know, he was in for the big surprise. But that wouldn't be for a while.
"Dudderkins, you up!!" Aunt Petunia practically screeched, with an enormous smile on her face. "How wonderful!" She muttered, "Now Harry, I expect you to be on your best behavior, we're leaving you alone for the day, and were not locking you in your room, though you will not be able to leave the house."
Harry felt rather freed by this, it must have been out of sheer fear of attack by Harry's adult friends (you know, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Moody, and the Weasley twins sent them some mail yesterday, and a few trick sweets, which Uncle Vernon through out immediately). He wanted to talk to Mrs. Figg, he was sure Uncle Vernon would not object to a little adult supervision. Now, the trick was, "How am I going to get Uncle Vernon to agree to it, while making it sound like I don't wan it."
"You listening to the rules, boy? No eating things that aren't in containers marked with your name, no funny business, not too many owls, and most important of all, BE SILENT!"
Harry tried to hide his huge smile, "You mean I don't have be watched by that awful Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked, knowing this might trigger something.
"Good point, he's not to be trusted. Petunia phone her and ask her to come over, we'll be gone to long to force Harry into he poor woman's house."
Within about ten minutes, the Dursleys were gone, and Mrs. Figg was situated in the Dursley's living room. "So how are you Harry?" she asked, "I know this must be hard on you"
Harry was glad she was there, he could write all he wanted to his friends and the Order members, but actually =speaking was different. It was true that t was a little harder to talk about it, but he felt he needed to, and there were somethings that he could not tell Ron and Hermione. "I guess I feel okay. It's just that, I feel so guilty, and I keep having these dreams," he explained, "Then I found this mirror," he showed her the mirror (which he had repaired before leaving Hogwarts), had I only used that instead of Umbiges fire, and," he stopped there, a tear streamed down his face "I'm acting like such a girl" he though to himself.
"It's all right, you've been through a lot. I'm not sure I could've moved after seeing Sirius die, let alone go and fight that awful Bellatrix woman," Mrs. Figg comforted him "Don't worry, things will work out all right. You heard the prophecy, correct?" Harry nodded, "You will be he one to triumph, you've got to be, otherwise, you might as well have died one of the latest three encounters with You-Know-Who, but you didn't."
"Neither did he. And that's another thing, why am I destined to be a murderer, according to you, or die at the hands of Voldemort. I don't want to cause more death. I'm sick of it!"
"One really doesn't 'get used to it,' but over time, everyone learns to cope better."
"Well that's good to hear, thanks for talking to me, i know it sounds weird, but I just needed to talk to someone who understood to keep from going crazy."
"Well, I'm honored to be able to help," Mrs. Figg replied. Harry stood up to get some food. "My, I haven't seen you in almost a year, I hadn't realized how much you'd grown! You know your father wasn't very tall until about his sixth year either, odd," Mrs. Figg said. Harry wished he could see James in his sixth year, and he wouldn't mind if he could see him in his fifth year again. Mrs. Figg wrote a nice little report on how well Harry behaved for Vernon, just like he told her to.
The night before his birthday, Harry was having trouble sleeping. He got up, and once again he went to the bathroom and look in the mirror. He messed his hair up the way James had in Snape's memory. He looked odd, he let out a small chuckle "How did he ever get my mom to go out with him?" He straightened his hair out as well as he could, but it didn't fix much, and he was about to go to sleep and mess it up some more, so there was no point.
He dreamed the oddest thing, that when he woke up the Dursleys had planned a birthday party for him and invited Mrs. Figg, and Hermione (the only one who could properly operate a telephone without instruction, she explained), who brought along some Weasleys (well, all of them), and then Lupin came along, then Sirius showed up, then fifteen-year-old James nd Lily, and Cedric Diggory. As he came down the dead people screamed "Happy Birthday Harry!" the others all seemed surprised that it was his birthday, like they had forgotten.
He was the last to wake up, which surprised him because 6:45 wasn't too incredibly late. He got dressed and went down the stairs, and when he got to the landing, there were the Dursleys, looking terrified, holding a birthday cake! "Oh, I'm dreaming again" he thought, only it wasn't true.
"Happy Birthday, Harry" the words sounded so strange in Dudley's head, it sounded more like "Happy Birthday? Harry?", that it almost sounded like a question. It turned out that part of his dream was true. He got a cake, and he even got a present, CD player,and some CDs that Dudley recommended. Harry listened to them and thought they were awful! He gave the CDs to Dudley, but now he had something that belonged to him, and wasn't Dudley's! After writing about it to Hermione, she sent him some classical music CDs that she had doubles of, Harry was grateful.