Chapter 2 'Sirius?' Harry said, 'I thought you were dead, I thought you wouldn't have come back as a ghost.'
Sirius got up and stood up.
'I know that you asked Nearly Headless Nick whether I would become a ghost but he said to you that not many people decide to come back as a ghost.' Sirius told Harry.
'Well, why did you become a ghost? Nearly Headless Nick said that hardly anyone chooses to become a ghost.' Harry asked
'Well, I needed to be able to talk to you again, even if it would be like this, it doesn't bother me that I could walk through walls or never eat again. I just want to see you again properly.' Sirius explained.
'Well, it was my fault that you died in the first place. I shouldn't have fell for that dream that was planted in my head by Voldemort. If I hadn't believed that you were really captured you would still be alive.' Harry told Sirius.
'No, it isn't. I was the one stupid enough to come out of the house, out of hiding, I only came cause I thought Voldemort would have killed you, I couldn't let have happened.' Sirius said with a sad expression.
'I would have rather he killed me than you, I just hate my life really, you know. I haven't got my parents to look after me just an Aunt and Uncle that treats me like dirt. I have everybody looking at my forehead or coming up to me and shaking my hand. I'm fed up. I will have Voldemort after me now until I am dead. And all this just because of a stupid prophecy. I have to stay here for 4 torturing weeks. I will never see my parents. The only thing that was to keep me here was you, Hermione and Ron. But they are somewhere that I can't be as I have to stay with my Aunt Marge. I was hoping to come and live with you in the future but that can't happen right now can it? I am fed up with life. No one thinks I can handle anything, when I have handled more than them. I have seen Voldemort come back to power, I saw Cedric being killed, I had to fight off a horntailed dragon, I faced Voldemort in my first year. What has other people done? I had loads of comments about me last year saying that I am deluded and attention-seeking. I want it all to end. Everything. I want to see my parents, but I never will because of that revolting Voldemort. I hate him.' Harry's temper was slowly rising now.
'Harry, calm down. I know what it must be like for you. James was my best friend and I was put in Azkaban because another one of his supposedly best friends betrayed him and I tried to kill him. I know that you are angry with yourself and life, but try and concentrate on the good things in life.' Sirius said.
'What good things, there is nothing good in my life, apart from you but now your gone. Ron and Hermione are trying to cheer me up, but what can as I have no parents and no godfather now. I thought of you as a father I have never known.' Harry said nearly in tears. He was thinking so fast that his heart was racing and couldn't get his words out properly.
'Harry, can I come in?' Sirius asked with a concerned look on his see- through face.
'Sure. but my Aunt and. Uncle won't like it.' Harry told Sirius, as he walked through Harry, giving Harry a funny feeling inside him, and walked up the stairs to find Harry's room.
Harry followed him wondering why he wanted to come in. He opened the door to see Sirius looking through his photo album at the picture of his parents wedding with him in it.
'I miss him you know, James I mean. He was my best friend and we done so mush together and to think he is gone forever makes me so sad. Harry, I know you don't remember your parents so much and I know you have seen them from photos but I do know you miss them as much as me. You wouldn't probably believe that James and Lily didn't get on while they were in the first few years of school.' Said Sirius closing the photo album and coming to join Harry who was sitting on his bed.
'Why didn't they get on very well?' Harry asked Sirius who was now at the window putting his see-through hand in and out of the glass pane.
'Well, James enjoyed putting hexes on innocent people for fun, mostly Snape. Lily thought James was a pig and shouldn't do that to people. But you see James liked Lily and said he wouldn't hex people unless they hexed him first.' Sirius explained to Harry, whilst floating in mid air.
'Why would my dad do that though, you know, hex all those innocent people?' Harry asked Sirius.
'He was a very funny bloke, as you probably already know. Don't take this seriously, Harry, but your dad liked to show off a bit. He used to keep the snitch after a game and let it go and then catch it again. He also liked making a show of Snape, most people laughed but Lily got angry about it and went mad at him.' Sirius explained carefully as not to make Harry angry.
'Sirius, have you been to see Moody or Lupin yet?' Harry asked.
'No, but I went and spied on them for a bit, you know, creep around without them notice them knowing. Don't get mad Harry, but I have been looking in on you for a bit but I didn't know how to come in. you looked so upset and didn't know how to approach you. I knew you still blamed yourself for my death. I was talking to Dumbledore the other day and you kind of got angry with him and didn't join in with the others, just watched, sitting at the side looking sad and guilty, I don't know why though. You shouldn't feel guilty about my death.' Sirius said. 'Ok, Sirius, can you do me a favour please? You know Ron Weasley, he asked me to go and stay with him for the rest of the summer but my Aunt and Uncle won't let me, as I have to stay with Aunt Marge. But you see, I don't want to, as she hates me and my parents. She thinks they were terribly people who didn't deserve to live. Please, can you persuade my Aunt and Uncle to let me go?' Harry asked Sirius.
'Ok, I'll give it a go.' Said Sirius. He got up and floated downstairs. Harry followed. He went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Uncle Vernon jumped at the sight of Sirius.
'What is he doing here? Why didn't you tell me that he died?' Uncle Vernon shouted nearly choking on his bacon sandwich.
'Sirius has come for a visit. Oh, I might have forgot to tell you that he was killed a few weeks ago.' Harry said calmly.