What if the resurrection stone could do more than anybody'd ever imagined? What extents would harry go to in order to find it again?

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Awakening

Sirius opened his eyes, looking around rather dopily. Everything was blurry though it was too dark out for him to see. Pulling himself off of the ground, he tried his hardest to stand. His feet and legs were shaky; his clothes were torn and baggy. His head was throbbing, like he'd just woken up with the worst hangover of the century. He smelt musky, like an old library book or damp cloth. He had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there, last thing he remembered was… dying?

Sirius was dead, he was sure of it. Bellatrix Lestrange had killed him. Bitch.

He remembered dying, he remembered heaven, he remembered Lilly, James, Lupin and

Harry

Everything was starting to come back to him now; Harry had summoned him with the resurrection stone. Looking around he realized he was in the Muggle world, London no less. How in the world had this happened? Wizards had been trying to cheat death for centuries.

Sirius wasn't even sure he was alive, I mean, he was breathing but that didn't exactly make him alive. He took a long, sharp breath, drawing in as much air as possible. He dug his hand into his pocket and searched for his wand, the grainy feel of wood on his fingers assuring him it was there. Smiling, he scrambled to his feet, looking around the deserted ally. He was alone, nobody around within hearing distance of him. He walked towards the end of the ally, hoping to summon the night bus. He stuck his head around the corner, sussing out his surroundings.

"Dear God!"

Sirius jumped, a rather plump, aristocratic woman stood in front of him.

"Can I help you son?" she asked kindly

Son?

Sirius was a little shocked, not having been called 'son' since he was a young child. Even then, it hadn't lasted long.

"No ma'am, I'm quite alright" Sirius said, rather reassuringly.

"Well you look a mess," she said "Is there anyone you'd like me to phone?"

Sirius smirked; he was more than capable of looking after himself.

"No thank you, I really am fine" he said, a little more harshly than he had before.

The woman looked worried.

"If you insist"

Sirius couldn't help but laugh, though the woman's intentions had been honorable, he was a full grown wizard.

The woman continued down the street, occasionally turning to glance back at Sirius. He wondered how he must look to the Muggle world; after all, he had been dead for quite a while. In some senses he wished he were a zombie, it would be rather humorous to see the look on Harry's face when he turned up at his house with decapitated limbs.

He smirked.

Sirius unfolded his arm, rather surprised at how bony it was. Placing his wand against his forearm he summoned the night bus. A flash of purple light appeared before him, the Night bus conductor sticking his head out of the door, motioning for him to get on the bus. Sirius placed the few pennies he had into the ticket machine, something he was sure hadn't been there last time he'd been on the bus. Looking towards the front of the vehicle he recognized Ernie, a rather old driver from his times at Hogwarts. Sirius smiled, if Ernie was still driving, he couldn't have been dead for too long.

Sirius sat on a bed near the rear of the bus, placing what was left of his belongings beside him. He looked up at the shrunken head dangling from the windowsill and shuddered, that thing had always creeped him out. Somehow Ernie seemed to know where Sirius wanted to go and hadn't bothered with asking. Everyone had been acting rather unusual today; he was beginning to suspect he looked worse than he suspected.

The bus pulled up outside the Leaky Cauldron, a rather popular wizarding bar. Stepping off of the bus Sirius stretched his arms and legs, taking in his surroundings. It was the middle of the night, probably around 11:30, the witching hour was upon them. Sirius smiled and pushed open the door, a bell chiming as he entered. Some unfamiliar wizards turned to greet him though seemed rather disappointed with his arrival. Tom, the landlord and bartender of the Cauldron, greeted him warmly. Sirius hadn't time for formalities and simply smiled at the man. Approaching the stone wall at the rear of the pub, he tapped his fingers against the stones. A small archway appeared before him as he bid good day to the men sitting behind the bar.

So what did you guys think? It's my first fanfic so any and all feedback is welcome I have finished writing the second chapter and it will be up as soon as I can figure out how to do so XD