WAITING FOR MAGIC
A Work of Fanfiction by Alicia Marie Jennings
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Kiss me baby,
I am Snow White sleeping in a coffin
Waiting for you
Waiting for magic, baby
I'm so tired of lying in a coffin
Waiting for you
Waiting for magic
-Ace of Base, "Waiting for Magic"
~
After Annie's death, the Hogwarts seventh years graduate and go about their normal lives. Well - ALMOST all of them.
Harry and Hermione postpone wedding plans so Harry can be a "baby-sitter" for Sirius, who has nearly killed himself with grief. The fiancees are accepted at Hogwarts as student teachers.
Ron goes to work at the Ministry of Magic, at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Remus Lupin, seeking revenge for his goddaughter's death, enlists in the worldwide wizarding army.
And Voldemort still lives on.
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Chapter One
By Alicia Jennings
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*dream*
............Harry...
...What? Who are you....
..Take care of Sirius for me....
...What do you want with me.......
...Just keep watch over him...
.........Annie?
*
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, sitting up so fast that he banged his head on the top of the headboard. "Ouch!" His scar ached dully.
He put his head between his knees, waiting for the pain to subside. It was the fourth time he'd had this dream, and he knew that it was a bad sign in the wizarding world if you had reoccuring dreams - especially a bad sign for him.
It was August 10th, 1997 - not long after his graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wasn't quite sure that it had sunk in yet - he was a FULLY QUALIFIED WIZARD. He could practice magic freely, there was no underage wizarding law to hold him back.
And yet...while he should be happy, he'd never been so full of grief in his life. He often wondered why, too. It was true that he and Annie had developed a great friendship in the months he'd known her. But he'd already been through so much in his life - losing his parents, living with his horrid aunt, uncle and cousin, facing Voldemort, and yet...
Shaking off the memories that threatened to engulf his very soul, Harry forgot the ache in his forehead and threw back the covers. The alarm clock next to his bed boldly displayed the bright red message: 5:15AM. He groaned. Today he was supposed to meet with Hermione in Diagon Alley to go shopping, and he didn't want to greet his fiancee with dark circles under his bloodshot green eyes. Nevertheless, he'd have to and just hope Hermione loved him no matter how he looked. And right now, to be honest - "I look like hell frozen over."
As quietly as possible, Harry jumped out of bed and got dressed. The stars were still out, and the sun showed no signs of making an appearance just yet. He looked to the sky.
"Annie....if you can hear me.....please.....just let Sirius get over his grief. And help me get over mine."
~
Annelise looked down from a circle of friends to the earth below. Lily read her thoughts.
"Annie, give him time."
"I know, Lily. I know." She took the young woman's hand as they watched over a friend and son. "I didn't know Harry would take it so hard."
Lily smiled. "Annie, Harry has had such a troubled life, full of dark and shadowy times. You were a bright spot."
"Was I a bright spot for Sirius?"
"Such a silly question!" Lily smoothed Annie's curly hair. "Of course you were. The brightest of all. And you know that."
Annie glanced below. "It seems so dark down there."
"Indeed."
"Doen't He send angels down to Earth to be guardians?"
Lily nodded. "Sometimes."
"Do you think He would allow me to go?"
~
"Harry!" called Hermione. "Over here!" She waved at him furiously from a table outside of Florean Fortescue's.
"Hermione!" He embraced her, and they shared a rather long kiss that left them (and everyone around them) blushing. "It's so good to see you," he murmured against her light brown hair.
"You too," she whispered. They let go, somewhat reluctantly, opting to hold hands. "How are you? You look tired."
*I knew she'd notice.* he thought. "I know I look awful. Haven't gotten a good eight hours of sleep in forever. I wish things were -" Harry caught himself off. "Well, you know."
"Yes," said Hermione, her eyes glistening. "I know. I wish, too." They walked to the bookstore.
~
Sirius awoke around eight after a night of restless sleep. He blinked a few times, then sat up. The mirror on the wall caught his attention.
*I look like I did when I got out of Azkaban...* And sure enough, he did. The face that had once been filled with love and laughter was pinched and sullen, and the eyes that once sparkled looked like life had been sapped away from them. His hair somewhat reminded him of his father-in-law's.
"I look like hell frozen over," he said aloud, not knowing that another person living here had said that earlier this morning. Muttering incoherently, he slipped on a robe and went into the kitchen.
A heavy summer rain had begun to fall on the British countryside, drenching everything in sight. Sirius thought that the weather matched his mood quite perfectly as he went to the fridge. A note was Spellotaped on the door.
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Sirius -
Going into London to meet with Hermione in Diagon Alley - she wants to go shopping and is dragging me along wth her for the ride. I'll be back this afternoon. There's something that may resemble biscuits in the cupboard - take your own risk if you're hungry.
-Harry
-
Sirius shook his head at his godson's UN-resoursefulness. Harry was always trying to cook, and he always failed horribly. Not feeling hungry, he grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat down in the living room, pulling a worn leather photo album off of the bookshelf, flipping to the last pages.
There was a photo of Annie singing at the Christmas Ball, wearing a beautiful dress and the diamonds he'd gotten her. Then another photo, of Annie, Ron, Hermione, and Harry, all laughing like the youth they were. Annie, Cecelia, and Gabrielle, the younger girl looking lovingly at her big sister as a curl of blonde hair kept falling in her face. Then of he and Annie just hours before she died.
The orange juice sat lonely and forgotten as Sirius wept once more over the photo. Little had he known...how very little he had known...all he wanted to do was join her in restful death. That was all he wanted now. Now that he couldn't have her, what was there to live for?
Determination set on his face, he rose from the couch, the photo album falling to the floor in a heap. Slowly, Sirius walked into the kitchen - to the cabinet where the knives were kept. He contemplated about using his wand, but thought better of it. He poised the long, sharp utensil directly over his broken heart.
"God forgive me," he moaned, and drew it back, ready to stab and end it all.
The doorbell then rang.
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A/N - CLIFFIE!! I only know what's going to happen! Only I! *looks around* Um, yeah....
Sirius has become a mite depressed, eh? C'mon, mate, give the poor guy some slack. His wife just died! The next chapter shall come if I get a good amount of reviews....hint*ahem*hint!
Sorry that this chapter is a bit short. The next chapter - maybe a bit of Remus and Ron. Who knows? You will know if you review......
Love ya!
Alicia M. Jennings
P.S. - Everyone wish me luck with final exams!!! I hate Civics....
A Work of Fanfiction by Alicia Marie Jennings
~
Kiss me baby,
I am Snow White sleeping in a coffin
Waiting for you
Waiting for magic, baby
I'm so tired of lying in a coffin
Waiting for you
Waiting for magic
-Ace of Base, "Waiting for Magic"
~
After Annie's death, the Hogwarts seventh years graduate and go about their normal lives. Well - ALMOST all of them.
Harry and Hermione postpone wedding plans so Harry can be a "baby-sitter" for Sirius, who has nearly killed himself with grief. The fiancees are accepted at Hogwarts as student teachers.
Ron goes to work at the Ministry of Magic, at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Remus Lupin, seeking revenge for his goddaughter's death, enlists in the worldwide wizarding army.
And Voldemort still lives on.
~
Chapter One
By Alicia Jennings
~
*dream*
............Harry...
...What? Who are you....
..Take care of Sirius for me....
...What do you want with me.......
...Just keep watch over him...
.........Annie?
*
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, sitting up so fast that he banged his head on the top of the headboard. "Ouch!" His scar ached dully.
He put his head between his knees, waiting for the pain to subside. It was the fourth time he'd had this dream, and he knew that it was a bad sign in the wizarding world if you had reoccuring dreams - especially a bad sign for him.
It was August 10th, 1997 - not long after his graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wasn't quite sure that it had sunk in yet - he was a FULLY QUALIFIED WIZARD. He could practice magic freely, there was no underage wizarding law to hold him back.
And yet...while he should be happy, he'd never been so full of grief in his life. He often wondered why, too. It was true that he and Annie had developed a great friendship in the months he'd known her. But he'd already been through so much in his life - losing his parents, living with his horrid aunt, uncle and cousin, facing Voldemort, and yet...
Shaking off the memories that threatened to engulf his very soul, Harry forgot the ache in his forehead and threw back the covers. The alarm clock next to his bed boldly displayed the bright red message: 5:15AM. He groaned. Today he was supposed to meet with Hermione in Diagon Alley to go shopping, and he didn't want to greet his fiancee with dark circles under his bloodshot green eyes. Nevertheless, he'd have to and just hope Hermione loved him no matter how he looked. And right now, to be honest - "I look like hell frozen over."
As quietly as possible, Harry jumped out of bed and got dressed. The stars were still out, and the sun showed no signs of making an appearance just yet. He looked to the sky.
"Annie....if you can hear me.....please.....just let Sirius get over his grief. And help me get over mine."
~
Annelise looked down from a circle of friends to the earth below. Lily read her thoughts.
"Annie, give him time."
"I know, Lily. I know." She took the young woman's hand as they watched over a friend and son. "I didn't know Harry would take it so hard."
Lily smiled. "Annie, Harry has had such a troubled life, full of dark and shadowy times. You were a bright spot."
"Was I a bright spot for Sirius?"
"Such a silly question!" Lily smoothed Annie's curly hair. "Of course you were. The brightest of all. And you know that."
Annie glanced below. "It seems so dark down there."
"Indeed."
"Doen't He send angels down to Earth to be guardians?"
Lily nodded. "Sometimes."
"Do you think He would allow me to go?"
~
"Harry!" called Hermione. "Over here!" She waved at him furiously from a table outside of Florean Fortescue's.
"Hermione!" He embraced her, and they shared a rather long kiss that left them (and everyone around them) blushing. "It's so good to see you," he murmured against her light brown hair.
"You too," she whispered. They let go, somewhat reluctantly, opting to hold hands. "How are you? You look tired."
*I knew she'd notice.* he thought. "I know I look awful. Haven't gotten a good eight hours of sleep in forever. I wish things were -" Harry caught himself off. "Well, you know."
"Yes," said Hermione, her eyes glistening. "I know. I wish, too." They walked to the bookstore.
~
Sirius awoke around eight after a night of restless sleep. He blinked a few times, then sat up. The mirror on the wall caught his attention.
*I look like I did when I got out of Azkaban...* And sure enough, he did. The face that had once been filled with love and laughter was pinched and sullen, and the eyes that once sparkled looked like life had been sapped away from them. His hair somewhat reminded him of his father-in-law's.
"I look like hell frozen over," he said aloud, not knowing that another person living here had said that earlier this morning. Muttering incoherently, he slipped on a robe and went into the kitchen.
A heavy summer rain had begun to fall on the British countryside, drenching everything in sight. Sirius thought that the weather matched his mood quite perfectly as he went to the fridge. A note was Spellotaped on the door.
-
Sirius -
Going into London to meet with Hermione in Diagon Alley - she wants to go shopping and is dragging me along wth her for the ride. I'll be back this afternoon. There's something that may resemble biscuits in the cupboard - take your own risk if you're hungry.
-Harry
-
Sirius shook his head at his godson's UN-resoursefulness. Harry was always trying to cook, and he always failed horribly. Not feeling hungry, he grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat down in the living room, pulling a worn leather photo album off of the bookshelf, flipping to the last pages.
There was a photo of Annie singing at the Christmas Ball, wearing a beautiful dress and the diamonds he'd gotten her. Then another photo, of Annie, Ron, Hermione, and Harry, all laughing like the youth they were. Annie, Cecelia, and Gabrielle, the younger girl looking lovingly at her big sister as a curl of blonde hair kept falling in her face. Then of he and Annie just hours before she died.
The orange juice sat lonely and forgotten as Sirius wept once more over the photo. Little had he known...how very little he had known...all he wanted to do was join her in restful death. That was all he wanted now. Now that he couldn't have her, what was there to live for?
Determination set on his face, he rose from the couch, the photo album falling to the floor in a heap. Slowly, Sirius walked into the kitchen - to the cabinet where the knives were kept. He contemplated about using his wand, but thought better of it. He poised the long, sharp utensil directly over his broken heart.
"God forgive me," he moaned, and drew it back, ready to stab and end it all.
The doorbell then rang.
-
A/N - CLIFFIE!! I only know what's going to happen! Only I! *looks around* Um, yeah....
Sirius has become a mite depressed, eh? C'mon, mate, give the poor guy some slack. His wife just died! The next chapter shall come if I get a good amount of reviews....hint*ahem*hint!
Sorry that this chapter is a bit short. The next chapter - maybe a bit of Remus and Ron. Who knows? You will know if you review......
Love ya!
Alicia M. Jennings
P.S. - Everyone wish me luck with final exams!!! I hate Civics....