Alright, so here is the second chapter and I gotta say I didn't really expect the responses that I got. I hope I have made it believe able and on another note…I got the idea of well you'll see….from a pin on Pinterest, so that kernel belongs to whomever thought of it whoever you are you are awesome and I hope you don't take offense to my borrowing it. If I could find you, I would grovel at your feet. Now that that is stated I would also like to once again announce that I do not own Harry, Hermione, Lily, James, Sirius, etc…they belong to Miz Rowling…. Have fun reading and I hope to see reviews stating what y'all thought of it. The Third chapter is in the works!
The Dying Wish
Chapter Two
"Well, Harry, I've got to admit I didn't think you would be here so soon. I mean come on it's not even been a year,"
Harry spun around from the sight of seeing his body wrapped in Hermione's arms. The anguished sobs coming from his best friend echoing around him still; the room around him faded slightly as he watched his godfather straighten up from lounging against the wall. Harry had only seen the man before him look that young in pictures as he gazed at the deceased wizard.
"So I really am dead, not how I pictured myself going out…I've missed you, Sirius," Harry finally said as he wrapped the older man in a hug.
"Me either, Harry, come on. There are a few people who want to see you," Sirius stated beginning to turn when he noticed his godson looking back; his heart clenched at the look in the teenagers' eyes and then at the soft goodbyes that they shared.
"Come along. She'll be alright, she'll remember her promise," Sirius muttered as he slung an arm around Harry's shoulders and guided him through the wall, to be blinded by a flash of white. It just dissipated just as quickly to reveal a lush meadow of bright green grass and vibrant flowers surrounded by a thick forest except for a small but quaint home that beckoned to him. Harry glanced over to see the grin and nod from Sirius, spurring him into movement. The two strolled through the grass and flowers, taking in the comforting sounds of birds singing and animals scurrying about the trees without a care in the world, well afterlife. He grinned at the soft breeze that tugged at his hair. The door opening caught his attention freezing him at the sight of a slender woman wearing a simple dark blue sundress setting off her smooth pale complexion and the auburn red hair that hung loosely around her shoulders, but the smiling emerald green eyes sparkled back at him.
"Mum…" Harry managed before the woman in the doorway rushed out to envelope him in a tight hug that left him feeling whole and loved. He wrapped his arms around her as he buried his face into her hair, catching him of guard at just how short his mother was, but the hardest hitting thing was the sweet smell of honeysuckle and old books, the sound of Hermione's voice distracting him for a moment. He came back with a crash at the sound of his mother's voice saying something other than begging for his life. He looked back to see the knowing soft smile on her face. She framed his face.
"Don't worry; you'll see her again,"
"How?" He started but stopped as a tall man came out that looked like an older him, but the hazel brown eyes held a mischievousness that he didn't think his green eyes had ever gleamed with.
"Call it afterlife hindsight, Son, but I must say I hate to see you here so soon but so glad you are here," his father stated.
"Oh James," his mother muttered as she turned to roll her eyes at her husband but never letting go of Harry completely, her arm held his waist tightly.
"What, Lils, it's true, even if it doesn't last forever,"
Harry had been in a contented stupor watching his parents until his father had said that. He gaped at him as he stiffened.
"What, but I thought I was dead, doesn't that mean I stay here with you as you are dead. I distinctly remember leaving Hermione so I'm not a ghost otherwise I would be haunting her," Harry rambled as he stepped back from his parents and godfather. He watched the faces of sorrow flash through them, then to see his mother smack his father in the stomach.
"Aye, Harry, you are dead but the Big Guy has decided that you are not to remain that way, so he is allowing you a boost before sending you back," Sirius added with a shrug as he watched his godson sway just a bit.
"But how? I mean…why? I'm dead…I'm done…" Harry mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair and searched the area around him franticly.
"Do you remember the prophecy that was told to you by Dumbledore? It is the reason that you are being sent back, why you are not done. The world still needs you, I am so sorry that this is being put on your shoulders but I know that you will succeed. We are allowed to teach you what you should have been taught so that you will be able to defeat the Evil and then continue to live. There is one catch but we will discuss that when it is time to send you back," Lily added as she slowly stepped up to once more frame her son's face. She smiled into the turbulent green eyes that held a harder and world weariness glint to them that her own had never held.
"I have to go back, where you aren't there?" he whispered.
"Oh, baby, time is different here, it doesn't exist. You'll stay until you are ready. There is so much you need to know," Lily pulled him into a warm embrace again. Harry looked over his mother's shoulder and up to see the encouraging grin from his father and the wink that Sirius sent his way. James held out his hand back towards the doorway that was still open behind them.
"Come on, we've got a lot to go over and the sooner that is done, the sooner the fun can begin," he announced with a broad grin. Lily squeezed slightly before letting Harry go to then take hold of his still calloused hand and lead him inside the home and over to sit at the table. Harry smirked slightly at the very Hermione look that overcame his mother when she sat down and slid a stack of paper in front of him.
"That is everything that you have been through because of the Headmaster's misunderstanding of the prophecy and what we will be trying to fix. I know this is a lot but please know that Albus Dumbledore is not a bad or evil man just very old and human. He makes mistakes just like everyone else," she continued quietly as Harry slid the stack around to read through the top page. The room spun slightly around him as his mind caught up on everything. He was dead, but he wasn't going to stay that way, he was supposed to live with Sirius not the Dursleys. That he knew already at least, but the fact that his abusive uncle was allowed to continue what he did because of a prophecy that the Headmaster had misunderstood was something else. He lifted his head, his green eyes hard shards of cold emeralds.
"He left the block on my magic that you had put there for my protection before you died so that I would be able to be killed my Voldemort because he believed that I would never be able to defeat him. He wanted me to die so he could kill the guy himself. If that's true then why do I have to go back? Dumbledore has his chance now right?" he muttered holding onto his temper tightly. Lily glanced over to James and Sirius, tears filling her eyes as she abruptly got up and ran up the stairs. James sighed as he began to pace in his own agitation, Harry watched him glare at the floor while grumbling to himself. He turned away from the sight to his godfather as he took the seat next to him.
"Harry, we were hoping to wait a while longer but I should have known better than to hope for that. The catch that we mentioned earlier comes into play here. The prophecy states that either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives in the great design of things they have made it that while Voldemort kills you, then Voldemort will live forever…" Sirius stopped as he watched as his godson's anger evaporated as the other side of the coin dropped on him. His heart broke as the pain dulled the teenager's green eyes while he shook his head in a desperate denial.
"No, please, Padfoot, tell me…tell me that when I go back I'll be able to come back here. Tell me that should I survive Voldemort I'll be able to die in peace and see you all again…" Harry slumped from his chair to collapse to the floor panting rapidly. Sirius knelt in front of him as James ran to his other side.
"Hey, we will make this work, Son. If anything, we Potters are stubborn and rule breaking pains in the arses, we'll keep you here and learn everything until you'll be so sick of us that you'll be begging to go back. Alright, come on, up you get," James stated as he put a hand on Harry's shoulder to get his attention.
"You won't be alone, there's a loop whole where Sirius is concerned. You will see him again for awhile," James added as his son looked over to his godfather to see his wink.
"Who knew that my cousin sending me through the Veil was a good thing, huh? Up and add 'em, Pup, let's go let your mum squeeze the life into you for awhile then we'll get down to business," Sirius said as lifted Harry up to stand by the teen's shoulders and then turned him to face the stairs where soft cries were still coming from a bedroom. Harry sighed and then charged up the steps like the true Gryffindor he was.
