A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update everyone! A week is pretty long
for me.. I know... it's because I have final exams next week so I've been
studying! Also, HP3 came out so I definitely have been paying attention to
that as well. Anyway, here's a new chapter for you! Hope you like it...
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat at her desk confused, turning around in her desk chair in circles thinking. Why had she said no? She knew that deep down in her heart it was wrong. He was too old for her. He was her best friends godfather! No way could this happen. However, love is love. If you love someone, should all the minor aspects and defects be able to overcome it? But Hermione didn't even know is this was love. After all, he had only been there for a few days. She stood up and went to her book bag and retrieved Hogwarts a History and opened it to a random page entitled: "Secrets of the Staircase," and began to read. She flipped through all the pages reading page after page trying to get her mind of Sirius but she just couldn't stop thinking about the way he just left. This summer was going to be boring without him. Suddenly she slammed the book shut and looked out her bedroom window at the night sky. Crickets chirped and leaves swished in the night window. How she wished Sirius was there to hold her!
She walked to her window and opened it to breathe in the night air. She looked up the hill her and Sirius had walked up only to see James. He trotted down the hill and over to her window and began eating the flowers in the flowerbed directly below it. She smiled.
"You're not really James Potter, are you? You silly stag. That just happens to be your name as well, doesn't it?" she spoke to him playfully. Crookshanks crawled out from under Hermione's bed and leapt up to the windowsill to have a look at James as well. Hermione stroked his neck while watching James. "You do look a lot like the patronous Harry made though. But all deer look the same anyhow... right?" she questioned him playfully. It couldn't be James. It was all just a coincidence. After James finished eating the flowers he lay down on the stone ground outside the window and looked up at Hermione again thoughtfully. Suddenly Hermione had a brilliant idea.
She stood up really quickly, Crookshanks leaping down after her to keep her company. Hermione fished through her school bags, which she hadn't even completely emptied yet and finally she found a fabulous picture of Harry. He was sitting in the common room with Hedwig smiling at the camera and petting his owl. She picked it up and strode back over to the stag who was still lying there and staring at her questioningly. She held out the photo to him.
"Do you know this person?" she asked him delicately. The deer looked at it for a long moment. Hermione didn't move while holding out the photo, waiting for some form of response. Suddenly, he gripped the photograph in his mouth and leapt off up the hill and into the night without turning back for even a brief moment. Hermione was scared stiff. She didn't know what this meant. Everyone knew James Potter was dead. Didn't they? She needed to contact Sirius, somehow, but she didn't know how that would be possible. He had just left and she had no idea where he was by now. And even if she did, she had no way of getting there. She pulled down her covers and got into bed. She would sleep on it.
Sirius's POV
It seemed like his and Harry's hug had lasted forever, however it still didn't seem long enough. When they finally let go, Harry was still staring at Sirius in an unbelieving and amazed way. He hadn't changed much in the past few weeks that they were apart. Sirius looked at Harry deeply. His scar was exactly the same as it had always been. His messy hair, fair skin, and long face reminded him so much of James that it was heartbreaking. His bright green eyes, which shone with happiness, resembled Lily's as well as they looked over Sirius in a protective fashion.
"What happened, Sirius? Why aren't you dead?" Harry asked, his hand still gripping Sirius's shoulder. Sirius didn't mind explaining it once more because he wanted his godson to know everything.
"I'm not dead because even though the Cruatious Curse hit me right in the heart, the veil is oppressed with strong, strong magic which with one touch can save you from whatever you please. The moment I feel below the veil in a bright blue room, I felt no pain except that on my back from hitting the ground so hard." Sirius smiled and Harry chuckled uneasily. The whole Weasley family was watching the two intently, listening to Sirius's story as well. He continued. "I lost my wand in the darkness after the lights went out and searched for it for quite some time. After feeling it on the ground I held it up towards the hole that I had fallen through and I did a spell to lift myself back up. After I had reached the top again, somehow, two weeks had gone by." Everyone in the room looked completely astounded at this last statement.
"But Sirius," Ron asked entering the conversation. "How is it possible that two weeks could have gone by?"
"I... don't know," Sirius replied truthfully, while shaking his head. "Perhaps it's only another power in which the veil possesses."
Harry's POV
Harry still couldn't believe what was happening. He was happy but something about it didn't seem real. How was it possible that his dead godfather was alive? How was it possible that a veil saved him from an unforgivable curse? Even though the questions continue, Harry can't deny that he's glad he has questions like these. His worst nightmare was over.
"Well dears," said Mrs. Weasley beckoning Harry, Sirius, and Lupin to her. "Why don't we all head into the sitting room and I'll fix us some tea and biscuits. Then we should probably think about getting some sleep after such an eventful day," Mrs. Weasley finished while bustling everyone into the sitting and then proceeding to the kitchen to fix the large amount of tea and biscuits which needed to be prepared. Harry could tell in Sirius's eyes that this sounded absoloutly wonderful. He assumed Sirius hadn't eaten for quite some time. Sirius, Lupin, Harry, and all the Weasley's found their way into the crowded sitting room. There was a small coffee table in between three easy-chairs which were scattered amongst two fluffy purple couches, all on top of a rustic wood floor covered in what appeared to be a crocheted rug. Sirius and Lupin sat next to each other on the couch and Harry sat next to Sirius closely joined by Ron, who was staring at Sirius quite a bit as well.
"Hello, Lupin," Harry said to Lupin as he sat down. Lupin smiled at Harry.
"I hope you've been having a good summer Harry. I saw you in the Daily Prophet earlier this evening," Lupin said to Harry, eyebrows raised. Harry smiled weakly went slightly pink at this memory. He knew many people must know about that night. "Would you care to tell me what happened?" Harry now felt that he had no choice and began to explain.
"All right. Well, you probably know a good lot of it... I don't know how it began exactly," Harry began watching Lupin's interested expression. "I was just up in my room doing homework, when I heard a really loud crashing sound downstairs. At first I really didn't care, but when I heard my Aunt screaming really loudly downstairs, I had to go see what was the matter. So I went down only to find out that things were blowing up all around them and a window was broken and the door was open. I tried to get them to explain to me what happened but they were all so scared that the only words any of them could say was, 'dark figure.' I knew right then that it was Voldermort." Everyone in the room except Sirius and Lupin flinched at the name. Harry continued. "A few moments later the house caught fire from who-knows-what, and first I did the fire repelling charm on my aunt, uncle, and cousin that Moody taught me a while back, and then I quickly got on my Firebolt and left for Ron's before any newscasters could question me," none of the Weasley's looked surprised by this story because they had already heard it once. But Harry could see that Lupin and Sirius were quite horror-struck by this.
"So, Voldermort tried to set you on fire?" Lupin asked.
"Yeah," said Harry. Fred quickly stood up and looked at Harry.
"Yeah, the stupid bloke actually thought that he could kill Harry with fire," everyone in the room laughed except Lupin, Harry wasn't exactly sure why.
"Clearly Voldermort hasn't had it easy with you, Harry. Someday, you'll show him what you're made of," Sirius said clapping him on the back. Harry smiled.
"Now, now, Sirius..." said Mrs. Weasley entering the room with everyone's tea and biscuits. As she distributed them she looked at Sirius scolding. "You shouldn't encourage Harry to get revenge, now." Sirius rolled his eyes which made Harry laugh inside. He knew that Sirius was only joking. Mrs. Weasley made everyone such a big deal. Sirius and Harry looked at each other and smirked while Ron stuffed his face with biscuits. "It's about time to go to sleep you lot," said Mrs. Weasley picking up cups and plates as quickly as she gave them out. "Sirius and Lupin; you two can have the guest room and Harry can bunk with Ron and the twins. All right, everyone get to bed." Harry said goodnight to Lupin and Sirius with one last hug and was off to bed. While lying in bed, Harry couldn't stop thinking about Sirius. He was in the same house as him! It was still unbelievable to him. Fascinating; but unbelievable.
Sirius's POV
"Goodnight, Sirius." Said Lupin, pulling the turquoise woolen covers over him and drifting off to sleep.
"Good night," said Sirius, not all paying attention to Lupin. His mind was on other things. He was so pleased to be back near Harry again so that he could protect him. He was also thinking about Prongs. Was the stag at Hermione's house James? It was so hard to tell. He needed to find out more. He missed Hermione dearly. Why had she said no? Sirius still couldn't understand why such a passionate kiss had been turned into such a guilty hole in his heart. I need to owl her, Sirius thought. He really did miss her so very much...
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat at her desk confused, turning around in her desk chair in circles thinking. Why had she said no? She knew that deep down in her heart it was wrong. He was too old for her. He was her best friends godfather! No way could this happen. However, love is love. If you love someone, should all the minor aspects and defects be able to overcome it? But Hermione didn't even know is this was love. After all, he had only been there for a few days. She stood up and went to her book bag and retrieved Hogwarts a History and opened it to a random page entitled: "Secrets of the Staircase," and began to read. She flipped through all the pages reading page after page trying to get her mind of Sirius but she just couldn't stop thinking about the way he just left. This summer was going to be boring without him. Suddenly she slammed the book shut and looked out her bedroom window at the night sky. Crickets chirped and leaves swished in the night window. How she wished Sirius was there to hold her!
She walked to her window and opened it to breathe in the night air. She looked up the hill her and Sirius had walked up only to see James. He trotted down the hill and over to her window and began eating the flowers in the flowerbed directly below it. She smiled.
"You're not really James Potter, are you? You silly stag. That just happens to be your name as well, doesn't it?" she spoke to him playfully. Crookshanks crawled out from under Hermione's bed and leapt up to the windowsill to have a look at James as well. Hermione stroked his neck while watching James. "You do look a lot like the patronous Harry made though. But all deer look the same anyhow... right?" she questioned him playfully. It couldn't be James. It was all just a coincidence. After James finished eating the flowers he lay down on the stone ground outside the window and looked up at Hermione again thoughtfully. Suddenly Hermione had a brilliant idea.
She stood up really quickly, Crookshanks leaping down after her to keep her company. Hermione fished through her school bags, which she hadn't even completely emptied yet and finally she found a fabulous picture of Harry. He was sitting in the common room with Hedwig smiling at the camera and petting his owl. She picked it up and strode back over to the stag who was still lying there and staring at her questioningly. She held out the photo to him.
"Do you know this person?" she asked him delicately. The deer looked at it for a long moment. Hermione didn't move while holding out the photo, waiting for some form of response. Suddenly, he gripped the photograph in his mouth and leapt off up the hill and into the night without turning back for even a brief moment. Hermione was scared stiff. She didn't know what this meant. Everyone knew James Potter was dead. Didn't they? She needed to contact Sirius, somehow, but she didn't know how that would be possible. He had just left and she had no idea where he was by now. And even if she did, she had no way of getting there. She pulled down her covers and got into bed. She would sleep on it.
Sirius's POV
It seemed like his and Harry's hug had lasted forever, however it still didn't seem long enough. When they finally let go, Harry was still staring at Sirius in an unbelieving and amazed way. He hadn't changed much in the past few weeks that they were apart. Sirius looked at Harry deeply. His scar was exactly the same as it had always been. His messy hair, fair skin, and long face reminded him so much of James that it was heartbreaking. His bright green eyes, which shone with happiness, resembled Lily's as well as they looked over Sirius in a protective fashion.
"What happened, Sirius? Why aren't you dead?" Harry asked, his hand still gripping Sirius's shoulder. Sirius didn't mind explaining it once more because he wanted his godson to know everything.
"I'm not dead because even though the Cruatious Curse hit me right in the heart, the veil is oppressed with strong, strong magic which with one touch can save you from whatever you please. The moment I feel below the veil in a bright blue room, I felt no pain except that on my back from hitting the ground so hard." Sirius smiled and Harry chuckled uneasily. The whole Weasley family was watching the two intently, listening to Sirius's story as well. He continued. "I lost my wand in the darkness after the lights went out and searched for it for quite some time. After feeling it on the ground I held it up towards the hole that I had fallen through and I did a spell to lift myself back up. After I had reached the top again, somehow, two weeks had gone by." Everyone in the room looked completely astounded at this last statement.
"But Sirius," Ron asked entering the conversation. "How is it possible that two weeks could have gone by?"
"I... don't know," Sirius replied truthfully, while shaking his head. "Perhaps it's only another power in which the veil possesses."
Harry's POV
Harry still couldn't believe what was happening. He was happy but something about it didn't seem real. How was it possible that his dead godfather was alive? How was it possible that a veil saved him from an unforgivable curse? Even though the questions continue, Harry can't deny that he's glad he has questions like these. His worst nightmare was over.
"Well dears," said Mrs. Weasley beckoning Harry, Sirius, and Lupin to her. "Why don't we all head into the sitting room and I'll fix us some tea and biscuits. Then we should probably think about getting some sleep after such an eventful day," Mrs. Weasley finished while bustling everyone into the sitting and then proceeding to the kitchen to fix the large amount of tea and biscuits which needed to be prepared. Harry could tell in Sirius's eyes that this sounded absoloutly wonderful. He assumed Sirius hadn't eaten for quite some time. Sirius, Lupin, Harry, and all the Weasley's found their way into the crowded sitting room. There was a small coffee table in between three easy-chairs which were scattered amongst two fluffy purple couches, all on top of a rustic wood floor covered in what appeared to be a crocheted rug. Sirius and Lupin sat next to each other on the couch and Harry sat next to Sirius closely joined by Ron, who was staring at Sirius quite a bit as well.
"Hello, Lupin," Harry said to Lupin as he sat down. Lupin smiled at Harry.
"I hope you've been having a good summer Harry. I saw you in the Daily Prophet earlier this evening," Lupin said to Harry, eyebrows raised. Harry smiled weakly went slightly pink at this memory. He knew many people must know about that night. "Would you care to tell me what happened?" Harry now felt that he had no choice and began to explain.
"All right. Well, you probably know a good lot of it... I don't know how it began exactly," Harry began watching Lupin's interested expression. "I was just up in my room doing homework, when I heard a really loud crashing sound downstairs. At first I really didn't care, but when I heard my Aunt screaming really loudly downstairs, I had to go see what was the matter. So I went down only to find out that things were blowing up all around them and a window was broken and the door was open. I tried to get them to explain to me what happened but they were all so scared that the only words any of them could say was, 'dark figure.' I knew right then that it was Voldermort." Everyone in the room except Sirius and Lupin flinched at the name. Harry continued. "A few moments later the house caught fire from who-knows-what, and first I did the fire repelling charm on my aunt, uncle, and cousin that Moody taught me a while back, and then I quickly got on my Firebolt and left for Ron's before any newscasters could question me," none of the Weasley's looked surprised by this story because they had already heard it once. But Harry could see that Lupin and Sirius were quite horror-struck by this.
"So, Voldermort tried to set you on fire?" Lupin asked.
"Yeah," said Harry. Fred quickly stood up and looked at Harry.
"Yeah, the stupid bloke actually thought that he could kill Harry with fire," everyone in the room laughed except Lupin, Harry wasn't exactly sure why.
"Clearly Voldermort hasn't had it easy with you, Harry. Someday, you'll show him what you're made of," Sirius said clapping him on the back. Harry smiled.
"Now, now, Sirius..." said Mrs. Weasley entering the room with everyone's tea and biscuits. As she distributed them she looked at Sirius scolding. "You shouldn't encourage Harry to get revenge, now." Sirius rolled his eyes which made Harry laugh inside. He knew that Sirius was only joking. Mrs. Weasley made everyone such a big deal. Sirius and Harry looked at each other and smirked while Ron stuffed his face with biscuits. "It's about time to go to sleep you lot," said Mrs. Weasley picking up cups and plates as quickly as she gave them out. "Sirius and Lupin; you two can have the guest room and Harry can bunk with Ron and the twins. All right, everyone get to bed." Harry said goodnight to Lupin and Sirius with one last hug and was off to bed. While lying in bed, Harry couldn't stop thinking about Sirius. He was in the same house as him! It was still unbelievable to him. Fascinating; but unbelievable.
Sirius's POV
"Goodnight, Sirius." Said Lupin, pulling the turquoise woolen covers over him and drifting off to sleep.
"Good night," said Sirius, not all paying attention to Lupin. His mind was on other things. He was so pleased to be back near Harry again so that he could protect him. He was also thinking about Prongs. Was the stag at Hermione's house James? It was so hard to tell. He needed to find out more. He missed Hermione dearly. Why had she said no? Sirius still couldn't understand why such a passionate kiss had been turned into such a guilty hole in his heart. I need to owl her, Sirius thought. He really did miss her so very much...