Here it is, folks, the chapter everybody's been waiting for. *drumroll* The
conclusion to Something More. I thank all my magnificent reviewers and
faithful readers. I hope you enjoy the last chapter. Disclaimer: "Something
More" belongs to Sinch. Well, on with the story!
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In the morning, Chloe got up to pack all her things. She ate a piece of cake that was left on her trunk, and then she tossed a bunch of clothes into it. She shuffled some things to make room and uncovered a picture Sirius had given to her. She had to say a spell to make his face appear (just in case somebody found it lying around and asked why she had a picture of a crazed murderer), but she knew exactly what it was when she saw it. There was another in there that she pulled out.
She suddenly had an idea of what to do with the copy. She slid it into a pocket and went down to breakfast after packing, meeting some groggy but overall happy looks. After this, freedom! They all had that on their minds. After breakfast was the usual routine of finishing the packing and bustling to the carriages to be carted back to the train station at Hogsmeade.
Before leaving, though, she rushed up to the Boys' Dorms and left the picture with a note inside Harry Potter's open trunk, to which he hadn't yet returned from breakfast. Neither had any of the other members of his dorm, and that was helpful. She made sure it was easily reached but not obviously noticeable right away. She wanted him to read it at the Durlseys'.
The note read:
Dear Harry,
I'd just like to let you know that Sirius Black was a personal friend of mine through a series of strange happenings. Our families knew each other, and we both hate (and hated) them for the same reasons. I wanted you to know that he never regretted anything and loved you like a son and a brother. He loved you like James, but he knew you weren't your father. It took him a while to realize that, but he did, and he loved you all the more for it. I hope you can take some courage from this. Attached is a picture of him from his glory days. Tap it with your wand three times and say: "Sirius Black is the best Marauder." In case you didn't know, he came up with that incantation all on his own. Owl me if you ever want to talk; Hedwig will know how to find me.
Another friendly soul in mourning,
Chloe Shore
The next time Chloe saw Harry was on the train. Chloe was in a compartment with Stella and Jane who were taking out more cake to eat on the way. Harry passed by with his trunk and owl cage. They smiled briefly at each other, and that was that. It was all it needed to be.
Jane and Stella fell asleep about an hour into the journey, leaving Chloe some quiet time to look out the window and think. She took out her wand and played "Something More" by Sinch so that only she could hear. And as she did so, every single memory of Sirius flowed through her mind.
"The worst is yet to come, so vulnerable and dumb, say the words and I'll dissolve. Tell me how long this should last; I've been forgetting how to act, and these memories will burn like gasoline." Suddenly, she and Sirius were dancing cheek to cheek in the Shrieking Shack.
"And I believe there's something more, 'cause this isn't what I've been looking for. And if I blink my eyes I'm afraid I might miss some of it. This makes no sense, a mirage of an oasis. And it kills my time." They were tossing a quaffle back and forth while talking in the Forbidden Forest.
"Trying to remember what I sought, I never gave it that much thought. Does it really matter at all? 'Cause there really is no time for opening up my eyes 'cause you know that I have seen it all before." They were in a heated argument.
"And I believe there's something more, 'cause this isn't what I've been looking for. And if I blink my eyes, I'm afraid I might miss some of it. This makes no sense, a mirage of an oasis. And it kills my time." They made up.
"Well I wish that I could always feel this good, wish that I could always feel this way, wish that I could always feel this good, I wish that I could always know what's out there." They were in the bed in the Shrieking Shack wondering what would happen to them.
" 'Cause I believe there's something more, 'cause this isn't what I've been looking for. And if I blink my eyes I'm afraid I might miss some of it. And this makes no sense, a mirage of an oasis, and it kills my time. Well, wish that I could always feel this good, wish that I could always feel this way, wish that I could always feel this good, wishing I could always . . . " she trailed off.
It slowly dawned upon her what Sirius had meant when he'd told her that not even death could break them apart. Sirius wasn't dead; he could never, ever die. He was too much of a wizard in life to be dissolved that easily. He was still there; he'd always be there. Chloe would just never be able to be with him again, that was all. She had pictures in her head and in her trunk, she had memories, she could still hear his voice. And that was all she would need.
She could feel him sitting next to her, pointing out odd shapes in mountains and saying which clouds were ships and which were dragons. And they rode back for the last time on the Hogwarts Express to part ways forever at King's Cross Station. But spiritually, nothing could break them. Not even death.
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The End! What did you think? Please review and tell me how it was. I'm thinking if I get maybe 50 reviews (which is improbable but not impossible) I'll write a sequel. And tell others about it if you liked it. Share the love! Right. Well I certainly enjoyed writing this story, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. But I don't know if you did if you don't tell me! Okay I'll stop beating the dead horse now. Farewell, my lovelies!
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In the morning, Chloe got up to pack all her things. She ate a piece of cake that was left on her trunk, and then she tossed a bunch of clothes into it. She shuffled some things to make room and uncovered a picture Sirius had given to her. She had to say a spell to make his face appear (just in case somebody found it lying around and asked why she had a picture of a crazed murderer), but she knew exactly what it was when she saw it. There was another in there that she pulled out.
She suddenly had an idea of what to do with the copy. She slid it into a pocket and went down to breakfast after packing, meeting some groggy but overall happy looks. After this, freedom! They all had that on their minds. After breakfast was the usual routine of finishing the packing and bustling to the carriages to be carted back to the train station at Hogsmeade.
Before leaving, though, she rushed up to the Boys' Dorms and left the picture with a note inside Harry Potter's open trunk, to which he hadn't yet returned from breakfast. Neither had any of the other members of his dorm, and that was helpful. She made sure it was easily reached but not obviously noticeable right away. She wanted him to read it at the Durlseys'.
The note read:
Dear Harry,
I'd just like to let you know that Sirius Black was a personal friend of mine through a series of strange happenings. Our families knew each other, and we both hate (and hated) them for the same reasons. I wanted you to know that he never regretted anything and loved you like a son and a brother. He loved you like James, but he knew you weren't your father. It took him a while to realize that, but he did, and he loved you all the more for it. I hope you can take some courage from this. Attached is a picture of him from his glory days. Tap it with your wand three times and say: "Sirius Black is the best Marauder." In case you didn't know, he came up with that incantation all on his own. Owl me if you ever want to talk; Hedwig will know how to find me.
Another friendly soul in mourning,
Chloe Shore
The next time Chloe saw Harry was on the train. Chloe was in a compartment with Stella and Jane who were taking out more cake to eat on the way. Harry passed by with his trunk and owl cage. They smiled briefly at each other, and that was that. It was all it needed to be.
Jane and Stella fell asleep about an hour into the journey, leaving Chloe some quiet time to look out the window and think. She took out her wand and played "Something More" by Sinch so that only she could hear. And as she did so, every single memory of Sirius flowed through her mind.
"The worst is yet to come, so vulnerable and dumb, say the words and I'll dissolve. Tell me how long this should last; I've been forgetting how to act, and these memories will burn like gasoline." Suddenly, she and Sirius were dancing cheek to cheek in the Shrieking Shack.
"And I believe there's something more, 'cause this isn't what I've been looking for. And if I blink my eyes I'm afraid I might miss some of it. This makes no sense, a mirage of an oasis. And it kills my time." They were tossing a quaffle back and forth while talking in the Forbidden Forest.
"Trying to remember what I sought, I never gave it that much thought. Does it really matter at all? 'Cause there really is no time for opening up my eyes 'cause you know that I have seen it all before." They were in a heated argument.
"And I believe there's something more, 'cause this isn't what I've been looking for. And if I blink my eyes, I'm afraid I might miss some of it. This makes no sense, a mirage of an oasis. And it kills my time." They made up.
"Well I wish that I could always feel this good, wish that I could always feel this way, wish that I could always feel this good, I wish that I could always know what's out there." They were in the bed in the Shrieking Shack wondering what would happen to them.
" 'Cause I believe there's something more, 'cause this isn't what I've been looking for. And if I blink my eyes I'm afraid I might miss some of it. And this makes no sense, a mirage of an oasis, and it kills my time. Well, wish that I could always feel this good, wish that I could always feel this way, wish that I could always feel this good, wishing I could always . . . " she trailed off.
It slowly dawned upon her what Sirius had meant when he'd told her that not even death could break them apart. Sirius wasn't dead; he could never, ever die. He was too much of a wizard in life to be dissolved that easily. He was still there; he'd always be there. Chloe would just never be able to be with him again, that was all. She had pictures in her head and in her trunk, she had memories, she could still hear his voice. And that was all she would need.
She could feel him sitting next to her, pointing out odd shapes in mountains and saying which clouds were ships and which were dragons. And they rode back for the last time on the Hogwarts Express to part ways forever at King's Cross Station. But spiritually, nothing could break them. Not even death.
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The End! What did you think? Please review and tell me how it was. I'm thinking if I get maybe 50 reviews (which is improbable but not impossible) I'll write a sequel. And tell others about it if you liked it. Share the love! Right. Well I certainly enjoyed writing this story, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. But I don't know if you did if you don't tell me! Okay I'll stop beating the dead horse now. Farewell, my lovelies!
