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A/N: Finally
got this up! Thanks to every one who reviewed! A friend told me to keep going
(not to mention some reviewers) so the story keeps a rolling. More or less
Sirius/Ally? I might have a tad much in this chapter. Read and Review. Did I
mention ten reviews to continue the story? (More would be great! Reviews
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~Moony Lupin
The Celtic Orb
Chapter four: Small talk of the dead
Ally
Ally
stirred, barely awake she tried to grasp sleep, which was fading fast. Groggily
she opened her eyes and was met by a torrent of sunlight. Something about the
room seemed strange to her, but before her cup of coffee she knew it was more
effort then she wanted to give at this hour to remember what was strange about
a room. Grumbling she turned over to check the time. Eye's wide, she suppressed
a scream, for lying next to her was Sirius, his black hair strewn around his
face in a mane-like manner while it bounced the rays of sun back at the
windows. Sirius' right arm was draped in a casual manner about her waist.
Vaguely remembering how she got there, in the bed, Ally contemplated the
situation. Several major things were worrying her, the first among them getting
out of the bed before Sirius woke up. Who knows the reaction? She thought, sure
they were almost married. Yeah, they'd done this before, but that was nearly 14
years ago. Stealthily she moved toward the edge of the bed still facing Sirius,
his finger twitched, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Now she realized that
moving in any manner ran the risk of waking him up. A risk that she didn't want
to take. Sighing she eased back into the pillow. She supposed she should enjoy
this as long as could. With that thought she slipped back into a deep slumber.
Sirius
(Last night)
Bodies
littered the street their remains strewn about in an ugly fashion, before him
lay the bloody robes of his one-time friend. Looking about the seen of the
disaster, and he laughed. The laugh was not the laugh of mirth or amusement
that he so often had in his laughs. His laugh was the laugh of a person on the
brink of insanity, and of ironic chaos, more a scream then anything else. The
dream sequence faded, he was in back in Azkaban, the ceiling of his cell
brushing the top f his head. In front of him was Crouch, who was now turning
away. Picking up his voice he called "I'm innocent!" When Crouch kept
walking he screamed again, thrashing a little. "It was Peter, he betray
Lily and James. I'm innocent!" Crouch still made no movement of turning
back so Sirius again screamed after him, louder now, for now dementors started
to crowd about the cell, "Crouch, you bastard, can't see it was
Peter?" now dementors completely blocked his view, the sweat streaming
down his face was mingled with tears. In a last attempt he called out in a
whisper, "I'm innocent." Slumping against the cell wall the dream
changed again. This time it was a dream of waves and sunlight, cool breeze's
wiped the sweat from his forehead, also taking away the tears. As suddenly as
it had come the breeze and the place faded away. The dementors were back now,
only now he was at the shore of a lake. One dementor tried to pull his face
towards it with a rotting hand, to administer the kiss. He writhed trying to
jerk his head away from the thing, now, his strength gone, his head tilted
toward the dementor. While the dementor lowered its hood, the dream melted
away. Again he was on a warm rock in the middle of the ocean, the breeze whipping
gently at his hair, while the ocean spoke in a calming voice by gently lapping
at the rocks. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this dream for quite awhile.
The
dream, like all dreams changed after awhile. Now he was not alone on the rock,
Ally lay beside him, sleeping peacefully, in the dream Sirius smiled. Knowing a
dream person couldn't inflict severe damage he let his arm snake about her
waist.
Sirius'
woke, clenching his eye's shut he tried to hang onto the dream. Remembering it
he sighed, as it was one his first good dreams in awhile, fourteen years to be
exact. Sirius' eye's blinked open, and sun assaulted them in a blinding flash,
flinching, he pried them open again, slowly. I'm dreaming again. He thought
knowing it wasn't true, but the sight that met his eyes was doing quite a good
job of putting him in s shell-shocked condition. For, in front of him lay Ally
her Raven black hair hung about her like wings, and her long white night shirt
something like a gown. God, she's beautiful, He thought. As his eyes traveled
to the space between them he saw an unwelcome sight. His arm had some how
managed to drape itself around Ally's waist, in a casual manner. Now that he
paid attention he could feel her side rising and falling in the rhythmic pattern
of her sleeping. Smiling he looked at her, not really giving a damm as to how
she got there but more exactly her. Wincing, he tried not to think off what
heavy most-likely-mettle object she would hit him over the head with when she
woke up. If this is Remus' idea of a joke he thought I'll skin him alive and...
his thoughts trailed off as Ally turned over in her sleep so that her head
rested on his chest. ...And cover him in ten times his weight of thank you
cards. Looking down at Ally he saw her eyelids flutter, and a sleepy grin
spread over her face, "Lo Sirius," she said in a sleepy mumble.
"Lo Ally," he replied fairly stupidly, for lack of better words.
"Wana get up?" he asked after a period of silence. Groggily she shook
her head. Sirius smiled again, "Nether do I." She grinned up at him
and they both went to sleep, clasped in each other's arms. -I know this parts sappy, but who gives-Moony Lupin-
Two
figures soared above the noonday clouds; the blue-black wings of the shape on
the left could be seen flapping in a steady, yet frantic, rhythm, trying
desperately to avoid the good-humored wrath of the figure on the right. Whose
snowy wings and flame red hair only magnified her look of playful anger.
"James,
you dolt," cried the red head in mock anger, "get back here
now!" James only laughed and dived out of her reach, again. Diving, she
clenched her fists and called, "Get back here this instant or when Snape
gets here I'll cut you up and give you to him to work on in one of his potions."
James winced.
Coming
to a stop he flapped his wings so that he was facing her, "Lily," he
called back, shaking his head, "Only you could come up with a threat to
frighten the dead, Anyhow," he continued, "Do you honestly think
Snape would or could get into heaven?" Lily took the brief period of time
in James's stillness to grab hold his right wing, "Got 'cha!" she
panted in obvious relief, "Do you have any idea what happened when you hit
what-'s- name with that new 'invention' of yours?" James put on an
innocent look. "I have a...vague idea," he said as if contemplating
if his cauldron size was two or three.
Lily
sighed, "If you have only a 'vague' idea, as you so crudely put it I'll
tell you what happened. You're 'invention' went off and covered every inch of what-'s-
name..."
James
interrupted "Peter." Lily stared at him quizzically. James explained
"Peter is the name of the angel I covered in my sticky singing solution,
he not the Peter but ..."
Lily interrupted "sticky singing
solution?" She asked weakly.
"Hey"
said James grinning, "It's better than Humorous, humming, hilariously
humiliating, honey." Lily winced, looking at him she said, "You
really are lost without Sirius, aren't you?"
Gloomily
James nodded, "Him and Remus." He commented, his wings flapping in a
dismal fashion. "Remind me," he said changing the subject, "How
exactly can you 'reawaken' for good, 'reawaken' for small periods of time, and
what is the possibility of it happening in either case?"
Lily
sighed, ever since James had learned that the dead don't always have to stay
dead, he'd been praying for a second chance at mortal life, heck, if she got a
chance at it she'd take it, but what was the likelihood of that? To answer
James she said in the tone of the boring angel that explained the procedure to
them, "To reawaken for good you either have to a. have the person who
killed you use some funky spell known by basically no one and sacrifice
themselves for you, feeling truly remorseful. The likelihood of Voldmort doing
that is 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001%, b.
Use that orb the Celts and Druids made, the whatchimacalit orb, which is in
some weird jungle guarded by the..." She paused trying to remember the
name of some whacko fatal creature that Hagrid would most likely love to get
his hands on.
"Atarus,"
interrupted James looking fairly grim, "harmless wormlike snake is to
basilisk, as werewolf is to atarus. Only one atarus can be alive at one
time," he continued, as if he had swallowed a textbook. "They have
total control over werewolves on full moons and semi control when the werewolf
is in human form. Another of their ability's is that they can call a werewolf
if the werewolf is in a 1000-mile area, human or no. Atarus' are only female and
are immune to the bite of werewolves, they however can change if they wish it,
like a werewolf, but it it's not mandatory, the moon can be full or no. Atarus
may also just change certain parts of themselves; say only the eyes of the
werewolf for night vision, or the nose for smell. Last but not least, an Atarus
can keep a werewolf from changing or change a werewolf back on night of the
full moon, after the transformation is complete or before it starts, also
having the power to keep a werewolf in wolf form after the full moon has
set." He ended with a shiver. Lily goggled at him, she wasn't sure she'd
heard right, for James, after his seventh year at Hogwarts, had most likely
never read another book that didn't have something to do with either a.
Quiditch or b. mischief making, (with the exception of this really stupid book
on how to name your baby. In the end that book was used for making 237 paper
owls, somewhat like muggle paper airplanes, one for each page of the book.) and
she was positive he had never learned about Atarus' from any one of they're
seven Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers.
"How?"
she asked weakly. Her surprise evident on her face, all previous conversation
forgotten.
James
grinned, "Moony," he replied, "You forget that before Padfoot and
I figured out we could be animals, we were desperately trying to find a way to
help the guy." Then he made a face, "Sirius suggested we capture an
atarus, get them to make Moony human on full moons. In the end becoming
animagus was a better idea." He grinned. "Anyway," he continued,
"you were saying?"
"Yeah,"
she said, still trying to get over the shock that James would remember anything
he read in a book, even if it was to help Remus, "anyway, the orb's
guarded by an Atarus. Even if you got past that you'd have to get these three
other things for the orb. I believe it's got the information in the Book of
Dead, which they have, at least a million of up here, and none on mortal earth.
The chances of that happening are 0.000000000002000000000000013%. Another
chance is to be reborn; you can do this after 6,000 years if your behavior in
heaven is perfect. Sad to say James but the chances of that happening for you,
is worse than the chance of Voldmort sacking his life because he's feeling
remorseful, honestly you must be the closest thing in heaven to a flaw."
James
grinned, "And proud of it! Though I can't wait to see what'll happen when
Padfoot and Moony get here." His grin grew wider as she groaned, "Any
way" he laughed "on with living for short periods of time."
"To
live for short periods of time." She continued in her imitation of Binns'
voice, "you can do what's called 'willing possession', firstly, the person
would have to give consent. Secondly, it would either have to be either the
Summer Solstice, the Winter Solstice, or Halloween. Thirdly, that person must
be in some sort of body that is similar to your earthly body, Polyjuice potion
is frequently used for that. And shebang, you're on earth for five hours of fun
in someone else's body. Chances are 1.2%. Fun fun." She added
sarcastically. "Last but not least, there are guardian angel jobs. If you
work well in protecting people you might get a chance to go down and help till
the problems solved. Chances for me are fairly good, last I checked it was 42.5%
for you it's 21.01%"
James
smiled down at Lily, brushing a lock of flaming red hair from across her face,
saying something, but the onlooker of the seen, no matter how much he strained
to here them, did not hear these words. Then the picture to began to fade, and
a boy called Harry Potter woke up.
Harry
Harry
sat up in bed, pondering the meaning of his dream. Frequently now he had been
dreaming-nightmaring of Voldmorts plans, many of which ended in Harry waking up
covered in sweat and shaking violently, for he always had this sickening
feeling that somewhere the same conversation was going on. In that way this
dream was similar but in content as different as possible. What worried him
most was what to do about it, he could write to Sirius but he thought, even
before he pictured the letter it was stupid. Giving it a try anyway he pictured
the letter in his head anyway,
Dear
Sirius,
I had this really weird dream. My dead
parents were talking about some kind of new joke mix and coming back to life. You
know, small talk between dead people. This is 11:59 of August the 31 so I get
no howler (yet.)
~Harry
Harry
shook his head, the letter was excruciatingly dumb and he was guessing that
even if he did send it (chances being he wouldn't) Sirius would most likely A.
come to check on Harry's sanity and run the risk of getting caught. B. Send a
howler because it would reach on the 1st of September or later, even if Hedwig could
use a portkey and there was one to use...for a second his stomach reeled, again
he saw Wormtail and the bundle of robs that was Voldmort. Again the ringing in
his ears "Kill the spare." Then Cedric falling, Cedric...he shook
himself, clearing his mind of the events that took place in the graveyard of
Little Hanglten. He sighed deciding he would find out what the dream was about.
Even if he had to wait till Halloween.