Sirius floated around above James. It seemed to make the latter dizzy,
because he sanpped at Sirius to stop.
"You don't seem very upset or worried about your death," James said, scowling.
"What's the point?" Sirius asked. "I'm dead, there's nothing I can do about it. Worrying and wallowing in self-pity never did any good."
"That's funny," James said sarcastically. "because I remember somebody wallowing in self-pity quite a bit because their godson didn't get expelled and he was stuck inside his parents' house."
Sirius gave a small choke. "What? You were watching me?"
"Yeah," James said. "there's no much to do up here, especially for fourteen years."
A few minutes pause, then---
"I'm bored!"
"Padfoot, we need to wait for your hearing," James said, somewhat irritably.
"What's the hearing for? I AM dead, am I not?"
"Yeah well, they have to decide between Heaven, Hell, or Limbo. We're in Limbo right now. And they also decide your heavenly job," James said.
"Yours is to watch over Harry, right?" Sirius said dryly.
"Are you joking? No, I have to fill up the closet."
"Closet?"
"YUP! They have a nasty habit of collecting junk. I have to stuff in a closet."
Sirius stared at James for a moment. "You're joking, right?" he said.
"Nope," James said. "They needed to come up with *something*, didn't they? I think they're going to give you a really important, fun job."
"Really? Like what?" Sirius said.
"I have a feeling that you are going to be the person to decide people's punishments in Hell," James said, looking somewhat jealous. "I think it's because of all the times you've said 'See you in Hell' when you were alive."
"Wait a second," Sirius siad, looking confused. "then how do you manage to find time to watch us."
"You're going to be taking shifts, I think half the day you're in Hell, half the day is free. Hey, they have to keep you occupied *somehow*. That way you won't go possess your body or something, and cheat Death."
"What happens if I do?"
"The Great Smiter will come after you," James said, shrugging.
"God will come after me?" Sirius said incredulously. "Cool!"
"No, not God. He doesn't have time, He's too busy dealing with prayers and stuff. The Great Smiter is this guy that decides where you go and what you do and stuff like that."
James looked up to see his friend's mouth hanging open. "You'll see," he said, smiling.
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Author's notes: Thanks to my good friend, Jiro for this idea. Also, thanks to him for reminding me to put a disclaimer, I always forget.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and not James, Sirius, and eventually Lily.
Also, you have no right to flame me on what I say about religion in this story!
"You don't seem very upset or worried about your death," James said, scowling.
"What's the point?" Sirius asked. "I'm dead, there's nothing I can do about it. Worrying and wallowing in self-pity never did any good."
"That's funny," James said sarcastically. "because I remember somebody wallowing in self-pity quite a bit because their godson didn't get expelled and he was stuck inside his parents' house."
Sirius gave a small choke. "What? You were watching me?"
"Yeah," James said. "there's no much to do up here, especially for fourteen years."
A few minutes pause, then---
"I'm bored!"
"Padfoot, we need to wait for your hearing," James said, somewhat irritably.
"What's the hearing for? I AM dead, am I not?"
"Yeah well, they have to decide between Heaven, Hell, or Limbo. We're in Limbo right now. And they also decide your heavenly job," James said.
"Yours is to watch over Harry, right?" Sirius said dryly.
"Are you joking? No, I have to fill up the closet."
"Closet?"
"YUP! They have a nasty habit of collecting junk. I have to stuff in a closet."
Sirius stared at James for a moment. "You're joking, right?" he said.
"Nope," James said. "They needed to come up with *something*, didn't they? I think they're going to give you a really important, fun job."
"Really? Like what?" Sirius said.
"I have a feeling that you are going to be the person to decide people's punishments in Hell," James said, looking somewhat jealous. "I think it's because of all the times you've said 'See you in Hell' when you were alive."
"Wait a second," Sirius siad, looking confused. "then how do you manage to find time to watch us."
"You're going to be taking shifts, I think half the day you're in Hell, half the day is free. Hey, they have to keep you occupied *somehow*. That way you won't go possess your body or something, and cheat Death."
"What happens if I do?"
"The Great Smiter will come after you," James said, shrugging.
"God will come after me?" Sirius said incredulously. "Cool!"
"No, not God. He doesn't have time, He's too busy dealing with prayers and stuff. The Great Smiter is this guy that decides where you go and what you do and stuff like that."
James looked up to see his friend's mouth hanging open. "You'll see," he said, smiling.
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Author's notes: Thanks to my good friend, Jiro for this idea. Also, thanks to him for reminding me to put a disclaimer, I always forget.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and not James, Sirius, and eventually Lily.
Also, you have no right to flame me on what I say about religion in this story!
