Summary: When Harry's godfather is taken away from him, he is lost the
deepest of despair. His best friends, unable to cheer him up, team up with
Harry, when he vows to find a way to bring Sirius Black back to him. But in
the process of their quest, Harry discovers a new love...
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, or any of the other characters or plots that have appeared in the Harry Potter series. They are all copyrighted to J. K. Rolling. On the other hand, the plot and any character that wasn't in the books are property of me. This is my own original idea, so please don't take them.
Author's Note: Just encase is happens that someone else has had this same idea, I am sorry if it seems I am copying, but I am not. With 125410 some Harry Potter fan fics on this site alone, there is a chance that someone has beat me to this idea, but I promise you that I have gotten the idea by my self, and have not stolen it. But anyway, this is my first fan fic, so I am not sure how well it will turn out, but hopefully everything goes well. I am writing this, because I am a huge Sirius fan and I can't stand the fact that J. K. Rolling killed him. Even if she wants him gone, I have decided to bring him back. Hope you enjoy reading it, and when you are done, please review.
Chapter 1: Driving Forces
Harry could hear his Godfather's laugh as he watched another jet of sparks flying from the tip of Bellsatrix's wand. Sirius dodged the sparks and taunted her farther. The next set of sparks contacted with Sirius' chest and sent him falling backwards and into the arch. The veil fell and blacked him out of Harry's view. With the deep sinking feel he always got at this part, knowing what was coming, Harry vainly called out the name of the man who had become the closest thing to a father he had ever had. "SIRIUS! SIRIUS! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I NEED YOU TO COME BACK TO ME! SIRIUS!" He cried as he woke with a start, drenched in a familiar cold sweet and shaking.
In the next bed, Ron sprang up and looked over at his best friend, knowing what had happened. He stayed quiet and motionless, until Harry took notice that he was awake as well. "Was it the Sirius dream again?" Ron asked unnecessarily, already knowing the answer. That was all it had ever been since Harry had come back to the Order's headquarters two weeks before.
Harry absentmindedly nodded as he looked around the pale, dank room that he was sharing with Ron. Even now-after almost two months and after everyone telling him repeatedly that it wasn't his fault- he still blamed himself for the night of Sirius' death. What else could he do? After all, it was because of him rashly running of to the Department of Mysteries that his godfather had turned up and then go sent into the bleakness of the archway that had instantaneously taken his life. Leaving Harry all alone again.
Ron continued to watch him as he went over his thoughts. He wished that Ron would just go back to sleep and just let him think in peace. Harry knew that Ron would want to talk to him before he would drift off again. Though Harry had no idea why. They when over the same conversation every night, as though they were actor in a well practiced play. He would always confess to blaming the death on himself and Ron would always spend several long minutes trying to convince him otherwise and it always ended with Harry pretending to accept it. Then they would go back to sleep and wait for the next night to come, when it would all start again. But tonight, Harry was going to break the trend. He was to exhausted tonight to listen to Ron rant on, so he simply looked at his friend who was still staring and said in as determined a voice he could muster in his stated of extreme tiredness, "I have decided how to end this. I'm going to find a way to bring him back. Sirius will be back with me." Though still shaken for the dream, without another thought or look at Ron, Harry passed out again.
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Harry woke again in the dim light of early dawn. Soft, golden rays of light seeped along the bleak walls. He sat up and put on his glasses that he had stored on the nightstand next to his bed the night before. He slipped out of bed and walked over the squeaky old floorboards to the wardrobe. He changed from his pyjamas, deep in thought over his decision from last night. He didn't know how he would do it yet, but he knew that he finally had to. Not because he had now told Ron that he would, but because he need Sirius back. When he had been taken away from him, Harry had lost a large part of himself. For the previous two years, Sirius had been the person that had finally filled the void that had been burned into Harry when Voldermort had killed his parents. During the last week of Term in his fifth year at Hogwarts, the void was ripped back open, wider then ever before when Sirius left. Harry had to find a way to reawaken his spirit...
He dwelled on the thought lying on his bed, trying to figure out how it could be done, when finally he realised that over an hour had passed, and that Ron was no longer in the room. Harry checked his watch and saw that it read 8:32. He decided that his best bet to figuring out how to do what he needed to do would be to get Hermione and Ron to help him. Harry crept out of the room and down the stairs quietly, past the picture of Sirius' mother that would start to shriek if he made too much noise and when into the kitchen.
Awaiting him was a large pile of French toast that Mrs. Weasley was continuing to stack higher, Mr. Weasley reading a copy of the Daily Prophet, and Tonks, Ron, and Hermione deep in conversation as they munched on the toast. No one noticed at first as he moved into the dimly lit room and sat down next to Ron. When Mrs. Weasley added yet another slice of egged bread on the leaning tower she spotted Harry and pushed the pile towards him as she said good morning. The other looked at him and Hermione asked him how he had slept.
He responded dryly as he had for the last fourteen mornings, "Same as last night."
Hermione looked at him sympathetically and responded, "Harry, the dreams will pass. They always have. Just remember, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done."
Harry just shrugged and ate his toast as he contemplated how he would tell her what he planned to do. He had to get her to help, but he could just see her reaction. 'Harry, you can't bring him back. You know it is against the natural order of things. He is gone for good...' But he would find some way to get her to understand why he was doing this. Once again, before he knew it, he had finished two more pieces of French toast and was following Ron and Hermione up to the drawing room, the place they had spent much of the holiday. Having not heard a word that they had said all through breakfast, he was confused as he heard them discussing something about Professor Snape. Though he could tell that they weren't done, Harry had to ask Hermione and Ron to help him, as he wanted to be back talking with Sirius as soon as possible.
He cleared his throat loudly, the others looked around at him. "I need to talk to you both about a project I am going to be starting," Harry started. Ron appeared slightly worried, remembering the thing Harry had said the night before, but Hermione seemed intrigued. She had noticed all through the vacation, all he had done was worry. Doing something would be a good way for Harry to distract himself from the loss of his godfather and from concerning about what You Know How was up to. Or so she thought before he actually told them what he wanted to do.
"I want you to help me. I am going to find a way to bring Sirius back to us. To bring him back to life and I need you to assist me," Harry told them calmly. He had been thinking about it so much that morning, that now it was a normal idea for him.
Hermione gasped and after a few seconds of shock, she found her tongue working again. "It can't be done Harry. I know you miss him and wish that he were still here. As we all do." She added quickly as Harry glared at her. She continued, "Even with magic, even a very powerful wizard can't reverse death. I'm really sorry, but I just can't be done."
Continuing to glare at Hermione, Harry said, "There has to be a way. I'm not sure how, I need your help to figure it out. But if you don't want to, or won't help me, then I will do it on my own!"
Ron noted a slightly dark sound in Harry's voice as he said the last sentence. He could tell his friend was very serious about doing this and that he really wanted Hermione and his help. So replied with a sideways glance at Hermione, "Of course we with help you mate. Whatever you need."
Reluctantly, Hermione nodded and settled the deal.
Well, that was my first chapter. I hope you liked it. More will be coming soon. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, or any of the other characters or plots that have appeared in the Harry Potter series. They are all copyrighted to J. K. Rolling. On the other hand, the plot and any character that wasn't in the books are property of me. This is my own original idea, so please don't take them.
Author's Note: Just encase is happens that someone else has had this same idea, I am sorry if it seems I am copying, but I am not. With 125410 some Harry Potter fan fics on this site alone, there is a chance that someone has beat me to this idea, but I promise you that I have gotten the idea by my self, and have not stolen it. But anyway, this is my first fan fic, so I am not sure how well it will turn out, but hopefully everything goes well. I am writing this, because I am a huge Sirius fan and I can't stand the fact that J. K. Rolling killed him. Even if she wants him gone, I have decided to bring him back. Hope you enjoy reading it, and when you are done, please review.
Chapter 1: Driving Forces
Harry could hear his Godfather's laugh as he watched another jet of sparks flying from the tip of Bellsatrix's wand. Sirius dodged the sparks and taunted her farther. The next set of sparks contacted with Sirius' chest and sent him falling backwards and into the arch. The veil fell and blacked him out of Harry's view. With the deep sinking feel he always got at this part, knowing what was coming, Harry vainly called out the name of the man who had become the closest thing to a father he had ever had. "SIRIUS! SIRIUS! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I NEED YOU TO COME BACK TO ME! SIRIUS!" He cried as he woke with a start, drenched in a familiar cold sweet and shaking.
In the next bed, Ron sprang up and looked over at his best friend, knowing what had happened. He stayed quiet and motionless, until Harry took notice that he was awake as well. "Was it the Sirius dream again?" Ron asked unnecessarily, already knowing the answer. That was all it had ever been since Harry had come back to the Order's headquarters two weeks before.
Harry absentmindedly nodded as he looked around the pale, dank room that he was sharing with Ron. Even now-after almost two months and after everyone telling him repeatedly that it wasn't his fault- he still blamed himself for the night of Sirius' death. What else could he do? After all, it was because of him rashly running of to the Department of Mysteries that his godfather had turned up and then go sent into the bleakness of the archway that had instantaneously taken his life. Leaving Harry all alone again.
Ron continued to watch him as he went over his thoughts. He wished that Ron would just go back to sleep and just let him think in peace. Harry knew that Ron would want to talk to him before he would drift off again. Though Harry had no idea why. They when over the same conversation every night, as though they were actor in a well practiced play. He would always confess to blaming the death on himself and Ron would always spend several long minutes trying to convince him otherwise and it always ended with Harry pretending to accept it. Then they would go back to sleep and wait for the next night to come, when it would all start again. But tonight, Harry was going to break the trend. He was to exhausted tonight to listen to Ron rant on, so he simply looked at his friend who was still staring and said in as determined a voice he could muster in his stated of extreme tiredness, "I have decided how to end this. I'm going to find a way to bring him back. Sirius will be back with me." Though still shaken for the dream, without another thought or look at Ron, Harry passed out again.
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Harry woke again in the dim light of early dawn. Soft, golden rays of light seeped along the bleak walls. He sat up and put on his glasses that he had stored on the nightstand next to his bed the night before. He slipped out of bed and walked over the squeaky old floorboards to the wardrobe. He changed from his pyjamas, deep in thought over his decision from last night. He didn't know how he would do it yet, but he knew that he finally had to. Not because he had now told Ron that he would, but because he need Sirius back. When he had been taken away from him, Harry had lost a large part of himself. For the previous two years, Sirius had been the person that had finally filled the void that had been burned into Harry when Voldermort had killed his parents. During the last week of Term in his fifth year at Hogwarts, the void was ripped back open, wider then ever before when Sirius left. Harry had to find a way to reawaken his spirit...
He dwelled on the thought lying on his bed, trying to figure out how it could be done, when finally he realised that over an hour had passed, and that Ron was no longer in the room. Harry checked his watch and saw that it read 8:32. He decided that his best bet to figuring out how to do what he needed to do would be to get Hermione and Ron to help him. Harry crept out of the room and down the stairs quietly, past the picture of Sirius' mother that would start to shriek if he made too much noise and when into the kitchen.
Awaiting him was a large pile of French toast that Mrs. Weasley was continuing to stack higher, Mr. Weasley reading a copy of the Daily Prophet, and Tonks, Ron, and Hermione deep in conversation as they munched on the toast. No one noticed at first as he moved into the dimly lit room and sat down next to Ron. When Mrs. Weasley added yet another slice of egged bread on the leaning tower she spotted Harry and pushed the pile towards him as she said good morning. The other looked at him and Hermione asked him how he had slept.
He responded dryly as he had for the last fourteen mornings, "Same as last night."
Hermione looked at him sympathetically and responded, "Harry, the dreams will pass. They always have. Just remember, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done."
Harry just shrugged and ate his toast as he contemplated how he would tell her what he planned to do. He had to get her to help, but he could just see her reaction. 'Harry, you can't bring him back. You know it is against the natural order of things. He is gone for good...' But he would find some way to get her to understand why he was doing this. Once again, before he knew it, he had finished two more pieces of French toast and was following Ron and Hermione up to the drawing room, the place they had spent much of the holiday. Having not heard a word that they had said all through breakfast, he was confused as he heard them discussing something about Professor Snape. Though he could tell that they weren't done, Harry had to ask Hermione and Ron to help him, as he wanted to be back talking with Sirius as soon as possible.
He cleared his throat loudly, the others looked around at him. "I need to talk to you both about a project I am going to be starting," Harry started. Ron appeared slightly worried, remembering the thing Harry had said the night before, but Hermione seemed intrigued. She had noticed all through the vacation, all he had done was worry. Doing something would be a good way for Harry to distract himself from the loss of his godfather and from concerning about what You Know How was up to. Or so she thought before he actually told them what he wanted to do.
"I want you to help me. I am going to find a way to bring Sirius back to us. To bring him back to life and I need you to assist me," Harry told them calmly. He had been thinking about it so much that morning, that now it was a normal idea for him.
Hermione gasped and after a few seconds of shock, she found her tongue working again. "It can't be done Harry. I know you miss him and wish that he were still here. As we all do." She added quickly as Harry glared at her. She continued, "Even with magic, even a very powerful wizard can't reverse death. I'm really sorry, but I just can't be done."
Continuing to glare at Hermione, Harry said, "There has to be a way. I'm not sure how, I need your help to figure it out. But if you don't want to, or won't help me, then I will do it on my own!"
Ron noted a slightly dark sound in Harry's voice as he said the last sentence. He could tell his friend was very serious about doing this and that he really wanted Hermione and his help. So replied with a sideways glance at Hermione, "Of course we with help you mate. Whatever you need."
Reluctantly, Hermione nodded and settled the deal.
Well, that was my first chapter. I hope you liked it. More will be coming soon. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Please review and tell me what you think.