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plot so you can't steal it.
AN: Please review even if you have done so already. I don't want to update if no one is reading it.
Also I would love any ideas you have. Umm I don't know what else to say.
My cat just got his head stuck in a watering can. TOO CUTE!!!
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter Nine: Dead Man talking
Hermione's head nearly hit the ceiling as she jumped from shock. Someone had seen them kiss!!! Harry parted the curtains slightly and saw a small portrait: A smiling man with black hair. He waved at Harry and winked. "Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Yea it's me," The portrait form of Sirius answered. "I have been a bit cramped in this frame. You might be kind enough to have them enlarge the frame and such." Harry stared dumbstruck.
"YOU!! How long have you been there for?" Hermione demanded having found her voice.
"Long enough to know that you are dead against a relationship but madly in love with Harry," Sirius said with a laugh. Hermione huffed and stomped out of curtains.
"Sirius," Harry began not at all sure how to approach the fact that he was dead, " Have you been well?"
"Well I've certainly been better, you know being dead and all is quite a damper on all my good fun." Sirius answered. Harry examined him. He looked a good 20 years younger then he had been the last time he had seen him. It must have been his 7th year.
"How come you can talk to me?" Harry queried.
"Well I'm not totally certain about all the charms that make painting and photos animated but I know that once a person dies they essentially can live though their portraits. They can leave and the portrait sleeps or the canvas appears blank. It's all on a need to know basis so that is all of the information that I have ever been told." Sirius explained.
"Sirius, do my parents have a portrait?"
"Harry, your parents died in a very different way then I did," Sirius said trying to be kind, "You remember how when your wand connected with Yo- Voldermort how the shadows of the people killed by dark magic came out of his wand. Well, you parents are minimally trapped-"
"My parents are TRAPPED?" Harry yelled.
"No, but the magic that makes it possible to come back in the form of portraits is. People believe it to be an unexpected side effect."
"Have you seen them?" Harry asked. Sirius nodded.
" They are happy and very proud of you," Sirius told not offering any more information.
"I'd better go and sort things out with Hermione," Harry said breaking the strange silence that had formed. He left the curtains to find a bewildered Ron standing outside. "Harry, what were you doing in there," Ron asked raising an eyebrow, "and with who?"
"Sod off you disgusting pig. I was having a discussion with Sirius," Harry said moving the curtain aside.
"Your right off you rocker," Ron stammered not even masking the laugher. Harry turned to look at the portrait to find a white canvas. He shook his head, closed the curtain and walked away.
That night Harry again had a strange dream.
**
"The wizards that have married muggles should be punished first," A hiss called out.
"What of the witches that have married muggles?" Harry saw a portly man ask.
"Hush you imbecile," Harry heard a hissed response.
"It will all be taken care of," Harry saw Wormtail answer, picking up a walnut and using his metal hand to crush it to dust.
"So what do I tell them?" The fat man asked. Harry stared at the man's face and found it curious that the man's mole twitched from his nervous expression.
"He is here, hide yourself," the voice hissed. The fat man disappeared behind some piled furniture. Harry's scar burned a splitting bleeding way as Voldermort looked into the mirror and smiled at him.
**
Harry woke up in a sweat. His bed cloth was damp and he sat against the wall and leaned his head back. The clock read two in the morning and Harry collapsed into a restless sleep.
The next three weeks before school started were quite uneventful unless you count Harry and Hermione nearly jumping out of their pants if they were ever left alone together. They would run to opposite ends of the room and falsely occupied themselves with knick-knacks. Harry often went to go see Sirius, but he was not in his frame. As school drew closer the household was a mess of laundry, hemming, and packing. Mrs. Weasley while only sending two of her children to school this year also hand to deal with Harry and Hermione full brunt.
On September First which also happened to be a Sunday. (Quite a strange day to start school on.) The trio plus Ginny with all their stuff drove the station accompanied by Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Moody, Tonks, and Lupin. The Ron and Hermione went to the front of the train to sit in their prefect compartment. Harry went and sat with Ginny Luna and Neville. " So, Ginny are you still and item with Dean." Ginny nodded her head and for some reason Harry felt his blood begin to boil. "So give me details," Luna encouraged. Harry cleared his throat and made a desperate face. He did not need to hear about the love life of his best friend's younger sister.
"You ok?" Ginny paused mid sentence. Harry indeed looked quite ill. His face was quite green and he had his hands over his ears. He shook his head and walked out of the compartment. He breathed in deep and felt much better to be out of the room where Ginny was describing in detail things that Harry REALLY didn't want to know about Dean.
Down the hall Harry saw Draco Malfoy and his henchmen walking down towards him like they owned the place. "Hullo, Potter how is it to be an orphan again." Draco asked with his trademark sneer.
"I'm fine Malfoy, but how's your mum making out being a single parent?" Harry replied. Draco glared at him and turned down the hall past him. The food Cart witch stopped off next and Harry still being outside bought all his arms could hold of chocolate frogs and other such goodies. He began to drop them and as he went to pick them up he dropped more.
"Here let me help you," A girl offered. Harry turned around to the most pleasing sight.
AN: Please review even if you have done so already. I don't want to update if no one is reading it.
Also I would love any ideas you have. Umm I don't know what else to say.
My cat just got his head stuck in a watering can. TOO CUTE!!!
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter Nine: Dead Man talking
Hermione's head nearly hit the ceiling as she jumped from shock. Someone had seen them kiss!!! Harry parted the curtains slightly and saw a small portrait: A smiling man with black hair. He waved at Harry and winked. "Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Yea it's me," The portrait form of Sirius answered. "I have been a bit cramped in this frame. You might be kind enough to have them enlarge the frame and such." Harry stared dumbstruck.
"YOU!! How long have you been there for?" Hermione demanded having found her voice.
"Long enough to know that you are dead against a relationship but madly in love with Harry," Sirius said with a laugh. Hermione huffed and stomped out of curtains.
"Sirius," Harry began not at all sure how to approach the fact that he was dead, " Have you been well?"
"Well I've certainly been better, you know being dead and all is quite a damper on all my good fun." Sirius answered. Harry examined him. He looked a good 20 years younger then he had been the last time he had seen him. It must have been his 7th year.
"How come you can talk to me?" Harry queried.
"Well I'm not totally certain about all the charms that make painting and photos animated but I know that once a person dies they essentially can live though their portraits. They can leave and the portrait sleeps or the canvas appears blank. It's all on a need to know basis so that is all of the information that I have ever been told." Sirius explained.
"Sirius, do my parents have a portrait?"
"Harry, your parents died in a very different way then I did," Sirius said trying to be kind, "You remember how when your wand connected with Yo- Voldermort how the shadows of the people killed by dark magic came out of his wand. Well, you parents are minimally trapped-"
"My parents are TRAPPED?" Harry yelled.
"No, but the magic that makes it possible to come back in the form of portraits is. People believe it to be an unexpected side effect."
"Have you seen them?" Harry asked. Sirius nodded.
" They are happy and very proud of you," Sirius told not offering any more information.
"I'd better go and sort things out with Hermione," Harry said breaking the strange silence that had formed. He left the curtains to find a bewildered Ron standing outside. "Harry, what were you doing in there," Ron asked raising an eyebrow, "and with who?"
"Sod off you disgusting pig. I was having a discussion with Sirius," Harry said moving the curtain aside.
"Your right off you rocker," Ron stammered not even masking the laugher. Harry turned to look at the portrait to find a white canvas. He shook his head, closed the curtain and walked away.
That night Harry again had a strange dream.
**
"The wizards that have married muggles should be punished first," A hiss called out.
"What of the witches that have married muggles?" Harry saw a portly man ask.
"Hush you imbecile," Harry heard a hissed response.
"It will all be taken care of," Harry saw Wormtail answer, picking up a walnut and using his metal hand to crush it to dust.
"So what do I tell them?" The fat man asked. Harry stared at the man's face and found it curious that the man's mole twitched from his nervous expression.
"He is here, hide yourself," the voice hissed. The fat man disappeared behind some piled furniture. Harry's scar burned a splitting bleeding way as Voldermort looked into the mirror and smiled at him.
**
Harry woke up in a sweat. His bed cloth was damp and he sat against the wall and leaned his head back. The clock read two in the morning and Harry collapsed into a restless sleep.
The next three weeks before school started were quite uneventful unless you count Harry and Hermione nearly jumping out of their pants if they were ever left alone together. They would run to opposite ends of the room and falsely occupied themselves with knick-knacks. Harry often went to go see Sirius, but he was not in his frame. As school drew closer the household was a mess of laundry, hemming, and packing. Mrs. Weasley while only sending two of her children to school this year also hand to deal with Harry and Hermione full brunt.
On September First which also happened to be a Sunday. (Quite a strange day to start school on.) The trio plus Ginny with all their stuff drove the station accompanied by Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Moody, Tonks, and Lupin. The Ron and Hermione went to the front of the train to sit in their prefect compartment. Harry went and sat with Ginny Luna and Neville. " So, Ginny are you still and item with Dean." Ginny nodded her head and for some reason Harry felt his blood begin to boil. "So give me details," Luna encouraged. Harry cleared his throat and made a desperate face. He did not need to hear about the love life of his best friend's younger sister.
"You ok?" Ginny paused mid sentence. Harry indeed looked quite ill. His face was quite green and he had his hands over his ears. He shook his head and walked out of the compartment. He breathed in deep and felt much better to be out of the room where Ginny was describing in detail things that Harry REALLY didn't want to know about Dean.
Down the hall Harry saw Draco Malfoy and his henchmen walking down towards him like they owned the place. "Hullo, Potter how is it to be an orphan again." Draco asked with his trademark sneer.
"I'm fine Malfoy, but how's your mum making out being a single parent?" Harry replied. Draco glared at him and turned down the hall past him. The food Cart witch stopped off next and Harry still being outside bought all his arms could hold of chocolate frogs and other such goodies. He began to drop them and as he went to pick them up he dropped more.
"Here let me help you," A girl offered. Harry turned around to the most pleasing sight.