A/N: *sobs hysterically* I-I-I can't believe this! It's terrible! A tragedy! How-HOW CAN SHE DO THIS TO ME! *Cries harder*
(15 year old James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius show up)
Sirius: Who died this time?
Me: YOU!
*blows nose on his shirt*
Sirius: Ew! That's disgusting
*hugs Sirius to death*
James: Oh, good job, you just killed him again.
Me: I did not! *shakes Sirius* Wake up!
(They disappear)
*coughs* Right, um, well, as you can tell, I'm not taking this 5th book very well... Mind you, it was well written, and I loved it until a certain chapter appeared(*cough* chapter 35 *cough*). Then I threw the book across the room and cried. No wonder they say I have a bad temper. *sigh*. Out of all the characters..
Anyways, I don't own anything (except the plot), although if I did, I WOULD NOT HAVE KILLED OFF THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES! Oh, and if anything in this story resembles any other story, I'm sorry. But honestly, I thought this idea was pretty original..I really really hope I'm not taking anyone's ideas...
.....Right, well...um...as you can see, this story is going to be my farewell to Sirius... *cries* Although, knowing me, I'll be writing 50 million stories still about him. *sigh* Oh, what a tangled web we weave........Now where'd that come from??
On with my story. And hold on. It's going to be one hell of a ride. *wiggles eyebrows*
Summary: In the back room of the Ministry lies the one room that has pulled into Harry's mind and tortured him endlessly for the second year in a row. Except this year, it's not a weapon Harry Potter seeks. Ever since his godfather was taken, he'd wondered. What if he found a way back into that veil and have the ability to come back alive....with a few more people...?? He's about to find out.
******At the Dursley's house...2 weeks into vacation*******
"Harry, listen to me, would you?" Hermiones's voice rung desperately on deaf ears. Harry grunted through the phone.
"You have to stop this!" Hermione said shrilly. Harry sighed for what seemed like the 50th time that day.
"What am I stopping this time, Hermione?" Harry asked, voice dull and bored. He checked his wristwatch impatiently.
"Stop trying to pull away from everyone, stop trying to pretend like nothing has happened! Because we all know. It just isn't right, Harry, it isn't normal-" He laughed coldly.
"Since when have I ever been normal, Hermoine?" his eyes unfocused for a minute before he shook his head. "God, I'm sorry, Hermione." She sighed quietly.
"It's all right, Harry. Just-please- try and cheer up. Sirius wouldn't want you to be like this-" Harry's heart turned to ice.
"I have to go, Hermoine," he said quickly.
"Oh! But, Harry-" She said surprised. But he interrupted her speaking by slamming the phone down on the receiver. He kept his hand on the phone, breathing heavily. He shook his head roughly and walked towards the door and into the night.
He wasn't suppose to leave the house, he remembered as he walked down the barren streets of Privet Drive. Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, the Weasley's, Hermoine, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix reminded him all the time. In fact, he wasn't allowed to do much more than stay in the house and practice magic since he'd received a letter saying that he could now, lawfully, practice magic during the holidays. Harry supposed this was due to the Ministry's heightened responsibility since the return of Voldemort. They wanted the students to be extra prepared.
'Well,' Harry thought bitterly, 'they're only one year too late.' He'd never forgiven any of them. Those, of course, that had backed Fudge and called him a raving lunatic. They had, in his eyes, cause him all his troubles in his fifth year. He saw Fudge in the papers everyday, saying how he knew that Voldemort must be back, but couldn't support his beliefs until now.
Harry didn't think he would ever be able to forgive him.
He continued to walk down the street, ignoring the pleads and restrictions that had been placed upon him.
'Besides,' he thought nastily. 'It isn't as though they're my parents.' He regretted saying this almost immediately, yet a deep part inside himself knew he was right. He was alone in the world once again. Only this time, it wouldn't end with only a scar.
"To murder, or be a murderer," he whispered to the deathly quiet street. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. It seemed that his luck, as everyone loved to call it, was nothing more then a curse placed upon him by a world that loves to destroy itself.
He turned his head towards Mrs. Figg's house. He glared at it, as though challenging any witch or wizard to come tell him off. But, the small house was rather quiet. One light shone in the upstairs window, but he couldn't see anyone moving or anything. He glared steadily at the house before continuing on his walk.
He didn't go to the park anymore. it was too painful for him to go near Magnolia Crescent-
'Stop it!' he chided himself mentally. Harry never talked about what happened. Not like there really was anything to say, he would remind himself. H e had thoroughly blocked off all memories. Especially those relating to the veil that tormented his dreams.
He shook his head furiously. He had never fully understood it, accepted, or believed entirely. Sure, there was the part of him, the part that wanted to just get o over it, to be able to live in peace. Deep inside, he had never felt more terrible.
Harry walked faster. Silence echoed in his ringing ears. And a nasty part of him sneered as a rising dread hung deep inside him. He wasn't prepared. He'd never thought-never guess anything as terrible could happen. He'd felt as though he had lost his father again; although this time, Harry had known him...Nobody ever understood him like Sirius-they were both outcasts to society. But now-?
He didn't understand why it had to come to this. His father, godfather, his fathers best friend, and Wormtail. How had four friends-so close and so trusting...how could this all happen? Harry picked up a stone and threw it angrily as far as he could. If four friends like that could fall apart... whose to say his friendships wouldn't?
No matter what he vowed to get rid of Wormtail. He took Sirius's life away from him. He killed Harry's parents. He made his life a living hell. Harry cursed as he saw a family sitting around their table talking and laughing.
Every image of seeing people together as a family tore at him from the inside worse then he'd ever felt in his life. He'd been denied everything he'd ever wanted. He kept his eyes fixed on the family, anger surging through his body.
'It shouldn't be this way.' A part of his was dying, or perhaps it was already dead. Harry found that he just couldn't begin to care in the slightest bit.
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A/N: Hello all. I must explain something. This story might take awhile to update. Because, strictly speaking, I'm not allowed on the computer...Well, some say I should be in Slytherien. In other words, I sneak on in the middle of the night and delete emails my father gets saying I was online....Hey, a girl has got to do, what a girl's got to do! I can't just not write! Although techinically, I don't need a computer to write.... *blushes* sorry. Anyways, for all you people hoping for the next chapter to breaking point....don't get your hopes up. I'm not all too confident about that story, and I have the horrible quality of not finishing stories I start. Although this story, I do have a plot outline and I'm seriously hoping ya'll stick around for the ride.
Oh, and if anyone has any anti-girlfriend repellent they can spare, I really need it for my brother's girlfriend. I swear if she put some clothes on and didn't act like such a bimbo, I wouldn't hate her so much.....Oh, alright. So, I would still hate her. She did steal my boyfriend in 6th grade! *coughs* WHY am I telling you this again? *shakes head* I think JK's killing off of Sirius has finally pushed me over to insanity. Anyone want to talk about their anger managment probelms????? Oh, boy. I need to stop.
I love you Sirius!!
*walks off crying*
(15 year old James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius show up)
Sirius: Who died this time?
Me: YOU!
*blows nose on his shirt*
Sirius: Ew! That's disgusting
*hugs Sirius to death*
James: Oh, good job, you just killed him again.
Me: I did not! *shakes Sirius* Wake up!
(They disappear)
*coughs* Right, um, well, as you can tell, I'm not taking this 5th book very well... Mind you, it was well written, and I loved it until a certain chapter appeared(*cough* chapter 35 *cough*). Then I threw the book across the room and cried. No wonder they say I have a bad temper. *sigh*. Out of all the characters..
Anyways, I don't own anything (except the plot), although if I did, I WOULD NOT HAVE KILLED OFF THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES! Oh, and if anything in this story resembles any other story, I'm sorry. But honestly, I thought this idea was pretty original..I really really hope I'm not taking anyone's ideas...
.....Right, well...um...as you can see, this story is going to be my farewell to Sirius... *cries* Although, knowing me, I'll be writing 50 million stories still about him. *sigh* Oh, what a tangled web we weave........Now where'd that come from??
On with my story. And hold on. It's going to be one hell of a ride. *wiggles eyebrows*
Summary: In the back room of the Ministry lies the one room that has pulled into Harry's mind and tortured him endlessly for the second year in a row. Except this year, it's not a weapon Harry Potter seeks. Ever since his godfather was taken, he'd wondered. What if he found a way back into that veil and have the ability to come back alive....with a few more people...?? He's about to find out.
******At the Dursley's house...2 weeks into vacation*******
"Harry, listen to me, would you?" Hermiones's voice rung desperately on deaf ears. Harry grunted through the phone.
"You have to stop this!" Hermione said shrilly. Harry sighed for what seemed like the 50th time that day.
"What am I stopping this time, Hermione?" Harry asked, voice dull and bored. He checked his wristwatch impatiently.
"Stop trying to pull away from everyone, stop trying to pretend like nothing has happened! Because we all know. It just isn't right, Harry, it isn't normal-" He laughed coldly.
"Since when have I ever been normal, Hermoine?" his eyes unfocused for a minute before he shook his head. "God, I'm sorry, Hermione." She sighed quietly.
"It's all right, Harry. Just-please- try and cheer up. Sirius wouldn't want you to be like this-" Harry's heart turned to ice.
"I have to go, Hermoine," he said quickly.
"Oh! But, Harry-" She said surprised. But he interrupted her speaking by slamming the phone down on the receiver. He kept his hand on the phone, breathing heavily. He shook his head roughly and walked towards the door and into the night.
He wasn't suppose to leave the house, he remembered as he walked down the barren streets of Privet Drive. Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, the Weasley's, Hermoine, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix reminded him all the time. In fact, he wasn't allowed to do much more than stay in the house and practice magic since he'd received a letter saying that he could now, lawfully, practice magic during the holidays. Harry supposed this was due to the Ministry's heightened responsibility since the return of Voldemort. They wanted the students to be extra prepared.
'Well,' Harry thought bitterly, 'they're only one year too late.' He'd never forgiven any of them. Those, of course, that had backed Fudge and called him a raving lunatic. They had, in his eyes, cause him all his troubles in his fifth year. He saw Fudge in the papers everyday, saying how he knew that Voldemort must be back, but couldn't support his beliefs until now.
Harry didn't think he would ever be able to forgive him.
He continued to walk down the street, ignoring the pleads and restrictions that had been placed upon him.
'Besides,' he thought nastily. 'It isn't as though they're my parents.' He regretted saying this almost immediately, yet a deep part inside himself knew he was right. He was alone in the world once again. Only this time, it wouldn't end with only a scar.
"To murder, or be a murderer," he whispered to the deathly quiet street. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. It seemed that his luck, as everyone loved to call it, was nothing more then a curse placed upon him by a world that loves to destroy itself.
He turned his head towards Mrs. Figg's house. He glared at it, as though challenging any witch or wizard to come tell him off. But, the small house was rather quiet. One light shone in the upstairs window, but he couldn't see anyone moving or anything. He glared steadily at the house before continuing on his walk.
He didn't go to the park anymore. it was too painful for him to go near Magnolia Crescent-
'Stop it!' he chided himself mentally. Harry never talked about what happened. Not like there really was anything to say, he would remind himself. H e had thoroughly blocked off all memories. Especially those relating to the veil that tormented his dreams.
He shook his head furiously. He had never fully understood it, accepted, or believed entirely. Sure, there was the part of him, the part that wanted to just get o over it, to be able to live in peace. Deep inside, he had never felt more terrible.
Harry walked faster. Silence echoed in his ringing ears. And a nasty part of him sneered as a rising dread hung deep inside him. He wasn't prepared. He'd never thought-never guess anything as terrible could happen. He'd felt as though he had lost his father again; although this time, Harry had known him...Nobody ever understood him like Sirius-they were both outcasts to society. But now-?
He didn't understand why it had to come to this. His father, godfather, his fathers best friend, and Wormtail. How had four friends-so close and so trusting...how could this all happen? Harry picked up a stone and threw it angrily as far as he could. If four friends like that could fall apart... whose to say his friendships wouldn't?
No matter what he vowed to get rid of Wormtail. He took Sirius's life away from him. He killed Harry's parents. He made his life a living hell. Harry cursed as he saw a family sitting around their table talking and laughing.
Every image of seeing people together as a family tore at him from the inside worse then he'd ever felt in his life. He'd been denied everything he'd ever wanted. He kept his eyes fixed on the family, anger surging through his body.
'It shouldn't be this way.' A part of his was dying, or perhaps it was already dead. Harry found that he just couldn't begin to care in the slightest bit.
~~~~~~~
A/N: Hello all. I must explain something. This story might take awhile to update. Because, strictly speaking, I'm not allowed on the computer...Well, some say I should be in Slytherien. In other words, I sneak on in the middle of the night and delete emails my father gets saying I was online....Hey, a girl has got to do, what a girl's got to do! I can't just not write! Although techinically, I don't need a computer to write.... *blushes* sorry. Anyways, for all you people hoping for the next chapter to breaking point....don't get your hopes up. I'm not all too confident about that story, and I have the horrible quality of not finishing stories I start. Although this story, I do have a plot outline and I'm seriously hoping ya'll stick around for the ride.
Oh, and if anyone has any anti-girlfriend repellent they can spare, I really need it for my brother's girlfriend. I swear if she put some clothes on and didn't act like such a bimbo, I wouldn't hate her so much.....Oh, alright. So, I would still hate her. She did steal my boyfriend in 6th grade! *coughs* WHY am I telling you this again? *shakes head* I think JK's killing off of Sirius has finally pushed me over to insanity. Anyone want to talk about their anger managment probelms????? Oh, boy. I need to stop.
I love you Sirius!!
*walks off crying*
