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The Halloween Collection: 17. (creature/being) Ghost


Ghosts


"You know, you're not really very good at this," James commented. "Babies go in bedrooms and not cupboards."

"I'm not seeing this, you're not here," a pale Petunia muttered, trying to ignore the ghost that haunted her.

"But you always respond," James replied. "Lily's just visiting with Sirius in prison. Looks like she's managed to find a way to free him after all. He'll be coming for Harry I suspect."

Shaking hands stopped, having been in the process of closing the cupboard.

"Having second thoughts about your behaviour now?" James gloated. "That's not what you have to worry about. I know for a fact that Remus is coming to your house right now."

Fearful eyes finally moved to the ghost, the silent question of who exactly Remus was, lingered in the air.

"He's a Werewolf," James said. He moved closer so she could hear his whisper. "And his clothes are shabby."

He savoured the look on her face at the last word.

"So you better hand my son over, because I suspect he'll want to camp out on the lawn until you do so."

...oOo...

Remus knocked on the door, and waited. James had warned him that Petunia was reluctant to hand over Harry, so he was surprised when the woman opened the door and thrusted the child at him with little more than a whisper of encouragement from James.

He saw how pale she was, and could see the disgust in her eyes as she looked at him, but he didn't care - he had Harry after all, and Sirius would soon be out of Azkaban.

"Article seven, section four, states that no-one will be sent to Azkaban without a fair and just trial," Lily said, hovering behind the Minister. "Article Eight, Section one states that all suspected criminals awaiting trial will be held in the Ministry holding cells. If you go onto Section two, it'll detail how long Sirius would have to wait before receiving his trial -"

"Mrs Potter!" The Minister begged. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh yes, of course. You are a busy man, after all," Lily replied. "Article twelve, section four - a wrongfully accused prisoner is allowed to appeal their sentence. This is funny, as Sirius hasn't actually been given a trial, therefore he hasn't actually been charged with anything, therefore you haven't got any right holding him, let alone waiting for him to appeal. Article twelve, section eight states that prisoners not treated properly according to the law, have a write to sue -"

"Sue?"

"You are the person who allowed him to go without a trial," Lily replied, with a smug smile. "And he is a Black. Disowned or not, he's the heir to the family, so I'm sure his mother and the rest would be willing to back him - for the sake of their family name if nothing else."

...oOo...

Sirius met Remus at the Ministry. "A year was much too long," he said, eagerly grabbing the young werewolf and holding him tightly, Harry squished between them. "So, what's the plan?"

Remus shrugged. "I'm still trying to work it out myself, though there is space in my old bedroom at my parents cottage, if you think we can be together again?"

"Of course we can," Sirius whispered. "Even if we didn't have a baby to raise together, I'd still want to be with you. There's no-one else for me."

"So adorable," Lily sighed. "So, when do we go home?"

Remus smiled at the two ghosts. "You know the cottage in Wales - well, we'll see you both there."

"Looking forward to it," James said. "See you later, Harry."

The small boy smiled at his parents as he clung to Remus.

"Bye mummy and daddy," he whispered.

"Any trouble getting him?" Sirius asked, as the two ghosts disappeared.

"You know, none at all. I think James gave her warnings that I was coming," Remus replied, with a grin.


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