Title: For Sirius
Spoilers: All books, yep, including book 5. This will tell you who dies!
Pairings: Harry/Sirius (If slash squicks you, don't read!)
Rating: PG-13 for language? There will be nothing to graphic, except maybe some gore!
Disclaimer: I am not J.K.R. As testified to by the fact that I howled like mad when she killed him off! So Harry Potter and any associated stuff are not mine.
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Summary: Sirius is dead, It broke Harry's heart, but now, he's been given the chance to bring him back, there's only one problem, how much is Harry wiling to give up to get his lover-to-be back… His life?
Chapter one: Hollow
Harry sat alone in his bed. True the Durslys had been nicer to him this year, and he had been in constant contact with people the whole holiday, he still felt hollow though.
Never more so than the previous day when he had become of age. He was now officially allowed to magic out side of school. The thought should have overjoyed him. Instead he had cried for most of the day. He had been woken up by owls at his window, from Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, many of the DA group and from a couple of Order members even, probably the biggest birthday he had ever had. All any of it did was serve to remind him of how absent Siri's gift was. The familiar scrawl of his Padfoot was not amongst the happy birthday wishes and congratulations.
He missed his godfather like someone would miss sunshine, or water. He had loved Siri, with all his heart. When that….that bitch had asked him if he had loved Sirius, it had broken him in two. Yes he had loved Sirius, but what hurt him, was that he had never told his godfather so. Well he couldn't have could he? What would the world have thought, even in the wizarding community incest was not well loved. More importantly perhaps, what would Sirius himself have said? Harry had no guarantee his affections would be returned, no guarantee that the moment the Marauder heard what Harry had to say that he wouldn't just be disgusted and leave him forever. So Harry had kept his silence. Not told a soul, and now Sirius was dead, and he would never know.
Hollow. That was all he could describe himself as; he could not hurt, he could cry no more, because there was nothing left to hurt, nothing inside him left to cry with. His true love had died, and he had never even got to know what feelings were returned.
"Harry." His aunts strained would-be-nice voice called from downstairs, pulling Harry back to reality, "There's, an, um, owl for you." Harry sighed and hauled himself off the bed. He had four more weeks of this false kindness, and in all honesty, he would rather stay here than have to go back to Hogwarts, they may not like him, and there niceness was false, but when he wanted time to himself he was granted it with genuine pleasure, because then the Dursleys didn't have to face him.
Trailing down the stairs Harry took the bird with the letter and then went straight back to his room, not bothering to say anything to his 'family'.
He didn't recognise the bird. It had something distinctly odd about it, almost human in the way its eyes darted round the surroundings, taking every thing in before resting on Harry's face once again.
The scroll attached to it looked to be made on a rich creamy parchment, heavier than most with a dark blood read wax seal on it. At first Harry was reluctant to take the letter, wondering if it might be from Lord Voldemort. However after inspecting it thoroughly he detected no dark magic around it, yet he still had an uneasy feeling as he broke the seal and un-rolled the parchment.
The letter inside was written in the same dark red as the seal, with elegant handwriting came a short and sweet note.
Harry James Potter is here by requested to join his brethren now he has come of age.
Harry let out a humourless, mockery of laughter. It was some sort of screwed up joke, another of those demented fan letters from infuriating fucked up morons who could not see past there own noses. Harry was seriously starting to hate people; in fact, he had been hating them for a while. Why did they all have to live when Sirius was dead? How could they all continue with there lives and not stop to notice that he was gone?
He put it on the pile of steadily growing letters all neatly stacked in his bin, ready to be thrown out with Thursday's trash.
The owl however screeched and pulled it out again. Forcefully, glaring at him? That wasn't right Harry thought as the bird fixed him with as piercing glare. No that was just wired, birds did not glare. There was something altogether too humanlike about that bird. Harry sighed, extracted a quill and ink from his Hogwarts trunk and wrote at the bottom of the parchment in Slytherin green.
Get Lost.
~Harry Potter
~*~*~Tbc~*~*~
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