I refuse to believe that Sirius' Black is dead. So I created a mixed world
where he can be brought back to live. If you don't know, I have crossed the
worlds of Harry Potter and Garth nix's world of the Abhorsen. (FYI Abhorsen
= the opposite of a necromancer.) So I hope u like the story and by the way
I do not own the Harry Potter characters or that of Garth Nix.
Chapter One
Harry stared up at the ceiling. After looking at the bumps and rises in the stucco, he would begin to see images within them by connecting the dots, so to speak. It used to be a game for him when he was bored and did not feel like working on his summer assignments, which was the majority of the time. But now, it was torture because everything reminded him of Sirius. Letting out a deep sigh, Harry sat up and looked out his window onto the well- trimmed lawns of Privet Drive. "You've got to stop doing this. He's not coming back," Harry said to no one in particular. Harry had spent many nights since he came back from Hogwarts staring out into the night hoping against all hope that a black, bear-like dog would suddenly materialize on the Dursleys' lawn. Every bark he ever heard would cause hope to rise in him like a phoenix from its ashes and would be dashed with painful, burning hurt when he saw that it was not his god-father. Forcing him self away from the window, Harry opened Hedgwig's cage and let her out. She gave Harry a soft hoot and flew onto his lap. She gave him an affectionate nip as he gave her snow white feathers a smooth over. Then it hit him, a painful tug at his heart, as he felt his chest tighten from sadness and hurt. "I miss him so much, Hedgwig." Harry could feel the hot stinging tears in his eyes, threatening to spill. Then as if to answer his grief, a sleek black and white peregrine falcon swooped into his room. Harry could only watch with fascination as the falcon finally perched on his windowsill. The falcon stuck out his leg and revealed a tightly rolled up piece of parchment. Untying it from its leg, Harry was slightly disappointed when the falcon left just as quickly as it had entered. Turning his attention back to the roll of parchment, Harry began to read:
Mr. Potter:
Sirius is still alive. Contact Remus Lupin.
Lhuin
Harry felt like fainting, and then he felt like leaping for joy. Sirius is alive! Then reason crept back into his mind. What if this was a death eater trying to lure him out? Now that Harry thought about it, the more it made sense. If Sirius was alive, he would have contacted Harry personally. "What should I do, Hedgwig?" Looking at his bird, she gave him an encouraging hoot. "Right." What he needed now was a quill and parchment. In his hurry he had forgotten that Hedgwig was still on his lap. After an awkward and ungainly flight back to her perch on top of her cage she gave Harry a very indignant hoot. "Sorry, girl, but this is urgent." Harry could hardly sit still as he wrote to Lupin. Rolling up his letter with the brief message written by the strange writer, Harry tied the parchments to Hedgwig's leg. Giving her a quick but loving ruffle of her feathers Harry placed her on the windowsill. "Good luck." As Harry watched his owl fly out of sight, he tried to quell his rising hope. He knew he should not hope for a miracle, but something inside him told him that this was real.
The next evening, the Dursleys had noticed the drastic change in Harry's disposition. While they sat down for dinner, Vernon kept a close watch on Harry until the fidgeting became too much for him. "What are you up to, boy?" Vernon asked suspiciously. "What are you talking about?" Harry snipped. "Yesterday, a parade of howling monkeys could not get you to move, but now you are twitching as if you have fleas." "I wouldn't be surprised if he does have fleas," snickered Dudley. Harry sneered at his enormous cousin. "Nothing is going on." Harry tried to calm his racing mind. Come on Lupin. Why haven't you written back? Harry's mind was so preoccupied that he did not hear the doorbell ring. "Who in bloody hell is that?" Vernon demanded. The bell rang another time. Now all of the Dursleys were staring at Harry. "Are you deaf?" Vernon shouted at Harry. His face had matured past two shades of purple. "Get the bloody door." Harry got up slowly and took his time deliberately. Muttering to himself, Harry reached for the door handle and swung the door open so hard, he was sure he was going to rip it off its hinges if he had the strength. Well, the last person Harry expected to be standing in the doorway of Number Four on Privet Drive was Remus Lupin himself, and to add to his greater surprise, Albus Dumbledore right behind him. "Lupin, Headmaster Dumbledore." Harry stepped back to let them in. "Hello, Harry." Lupin gave him a small smile. Sitting on Dumbledore's shoulder was Hedgwig. "What's going on here?" Vernon bellowed as he came into the hallway to see his unwelcome guests. Petunia and Dudley were right behind him. Aunt Petunia's face fell even longer and turned paler than Harry thought was humanly possible. "Hello, Mr. Dursley. We have some business with young Harry here and will be taking him with us for the rest of the summer break," said Dumbledore with infinite politeness. Before Vernon could argue, Petunia piped in, "Makes no difference to us. Take him." Dumbledore turning his smiling eyes toward Harry. "If that is ok with you, Harry." "Are you kidding?" Harry ran up and before Dudley could say banana cream pie, Harry was coming down the stairs with his trunk and Hedgwig's cage. "Let me get that for you, Harry." Lupin pulled out his wand. "Remus, I think this time we should do it the muggle way," Dumbledore suggested. "Oh, right." Harry was thrilled that he could leave, but he was also bursting with curiosity. Surely, if both Lupin and Dumbledore are here then that meant the letter had to mean something. But who was this Lhuin and was she a death eater or could it be that Sirius is really alive?
Chapter One
Harry stared up at the ceiling. After looking at the bumps and rises in the stucco, he would begin to see images within them by connecting the dots, so to speak. It used to be a game for him when he was bored and did not feel like working on his summer assignments, which was the majority of the time. But now, it was torture because everything reminded him of Sirius. Letting out a deep sigh, Harry sat up and looked out his window onto the well- trimmed lawns of Privet Drive. "You've got to stop doing this. He's not coming back," Harry said to no one in particular. Harry had spent many nights since he came back from Hogwarts staring out into the night hoping against all hope that a black, bear-like dog would suddenly materialize on the Dursleys' lawn. Every bark he ever heard would cause hope to rise in him like a phoenix from its ashes and would be dashed with painful, burning hurt when he saw that it was not his god-father. Forcing him self away from the window, Harry opened Hedgwig's cage and let her out. She gave Harry a soft hoot and flew onto his lap. She gave him an affectionate nip as he gave her snow white feathers a smooth over. Then it hit him, a painful tug at his heart, as he felt his chest tighten from sadness and hurt. "I miss him so much, Hedgwig." Harry could feel the hot stinging tears in his eyes, threatening to spill. Then as if to answer his grief, a sleek black and white peregrine falcon swooped into his room. Harry could only watch with fascination as the falcon finally perched on his windowsill. The falcon stuck out his leg and revealed a tightly rolled up piece of parchment. Untying it from its leg, Harry was slightly disappointed when the falcon left just as quickly as it had entered. Turning his attention back to the roll of parchment, Harry began to read:
Mr. Potter:
Sirius is still alive. Contact Remus Lupin.
Lhuin
Harry felt like fainting, and then he felt like leaping for joy. Sirius is alive! Then reason crept back into his mind. What if this was a death eater trying to lure him out? Now that Harry thought about it, the more it made sense. If Sirius was alive, he would have contacted Harry personally. "What should I do, Hedgwig?" Looking at his bird, she gave him an encouraging hoot. "Right." What he needed now was a quill and parchment. In his hurry he had forgotten that Hedgwig was still on his lap. After an awkward and ungainly flight back to her perch on top of her cage she gave Harry a very indignant hoot. "Sorry, girl, but this is urgent." Harry could hardly sit still as he wrote to Lupin. Rolling up his letter with the brief message written by the strange writer, Harry tied the parchments to Hedgwig's leg. Giving her a quick but loving ruffle of her feathers Harry placed her on the windowsill. "Good luck." As Harry watched his owl fly out of sight, he tried to quell his rising hope. He knew he should not hope for a miracle, but something inside him told him that this was real.
The next evening, the Dursleys had noticed the drastic change in Harry's disposition. While they sat down for dinner, Vernon kept a close watch on Harry until the fidgeting became too much for him. "What are you up to, boy?" Vernon asked suspiciously. "What are you talking about?" Harry snipped. "Yesterday, a parade of howling monkeys could not get you to move, but now you are twitching as if you have fleas." "I wouldn't be surprised if he does have fleas," snickered Dudley. Harry sneered at his enormous cousin. "Nothing is going on." Harry tried to calm his racing mind. Come on Lupin. Why haven't you written back? Harry's mind was so preoccupied that he did not hear the doorbell ring. "Who in bloody hell is that?" Vernon demanded. The bell rang another time. Now all of the Dursleys were staring at Harry. "Are you deaf?" Vernon shouted at Harry. His face had matured past two shades of purple. "Get the bloody door." Harry got up slowly and took his time deliberately. Muttering to himself, Harry reached for the door handle and swung the door open so hard, he was sure he was going to rip it off its hinges if he had the strength. Well, the last person Harry expected to be standing in the doorway of Number Four on Privet Drive was Remus Lupin himself, and to add to his greater surprise, Albus Dumbledore right behind him. "Lupin, Headmaster Dumbledore." Harry stepped back to let them in. "Hello, Harry." Lupin gave him a small smile. Sitting on Dumbledore's shoulder was Hedgwig. "What's going on here?" Vernon bellowed as he came into the hallway to see his unwelcome guests. Petunia and Dudley were right behind him. Aunt Petunia's face fell even longer and turned paler than Harry thought was humanly possible. "Hello, Mr. Dursley. We have some business with young Harry here and will be taking him with us for the rest of the summer break," said Dumbledore with infinite politeness. Before Vernon could argue, Petunia piped in, "Makes no difference to us. Take him." Dumbledore turning his smiling eyes toward Harry. "If that is ok with you, Harry." "Are you kidding?" Harry ran up and before Dudley could say banana cream pie, Harry was coming down the stairs with his trunk and Hedgwig's cage. "Let me get that for you, Harry." Lupin pulled out his wand. "Remus, I think this time we should do it the muggle way," Dumbledore suggested. "Oh, right." Harry was thrilled that he could leave, but he was also bursting with curiosity. Surely, if both Lupin and Dumbledore are here then that meant the letter had to mean something. But who was this Lhuin and was she a death eater or could it be that Sirius is really alive?