Chapter 2: Harry at Home
Rating: PG13 for later chapters
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
A/N: forgot to put this before.please R+R and in case you were wondering.Sirius was my favorite character.also.Sirius parts will most likely all be in 1st person narriative.and Harry parts will mostly be in third person.
Harry woke up, shaking, and drenched in a cold sweat, on the first day of summer vacation. He'd had a horrible nightmare. Only these were different from the other ones he'd had. They still took place in the department of mysteries.but now, instead of not getting to the door.he got through, and relived the entire thing.
He'd woken up at the exact time that the jet of red light had killed Sirius. He grabbed his glasses, and looked at the clock. 4AM. Whenever he'd had a nightmare before, he'd usually write to Sirius about it.and wait for him to write back saying it was just a dream and if he was really worried to talk to Dumbledore.
Now.he didn't know. Dumbledore sure wouldn't be the person he'd talk to. Even though he knew it wasn't Dumbledore who physically killed Sirius.if he'd only told Harry about the prophecy the year before! Then he would have known to watch out for his dreams.
And another voice awoke inside him.
What about you? It said. If you'd opened the mirror sooner, you'd have been able to talk to him and know where he was.
He looked over at the mirror. It was sitting on his nightstand. He hadn't the heart to throw it out, even though he couldn't contact Sirius on it. It felt like a last link to him.a link he couldn't break. And something inside told him to keep it.
He walked over to the window. Hedwig was gone, off taking a message to the Weasley's. Ron had already written to him, saying that he could come to their house whenever he wanted. Harry wasn't sure exactly how he'd get there.but he hoped soon he would get a way to.
He walked over to his bookshelf. He looked at the small leather-bound book that Hagrid had given to him at the end of his first year. He'd been fighting with himself whether or not he should look at the pictures.
He pulled it out. He wasn't going back to sleep soon, after all. He let it fall open to a page. It happened to be the one of his parents wedding. They were smiling at each other, and Sirius was there, shaking his hair out of his eyes.
He shut the book. Even though that was his only way to see Sirius, it was still too much. The shock was still right at the surface. The pain that his aunt and uncle had caused was nothing like the pain that Bellatrix Lestrange had caused.
And he realized something. Neville's parents had been as good as killed by her, and Harry's almost parent had been killed by her.
White-hot hatred filled him as he thought of that. He wanted to kill her, more than he'd ever wanted to kill anyone. It was weird.he wanted to kill her almost more than he wanted to defeat Voldemort. She had killed the person who was the closest thing to a parent he had. The person he trusted the most, the person he could talk to about anything. Yes, Voldemort had killed his parents, and he was very hateful to him for that.but Bellatrix had killed the person that was more like a father to him than ANYONE had ever been.including his own father.
He walked back to his bed, as Hedwig flew through the window. An envelope was tried to her, this time, not just a scroll.
He took the envelope, and gave Hedwig some Owl Treats. Inside the envelope was a letter.and some green ash like stuff. He opened the letter.
Harry, I hope you're ok. We're all at the Burrow for now, and we've sent you some Floo Powder in case you want to come over. I know you haven't been at your Aunt and Uncle's for long.but you can come whenever you want. Hermione is coming at the end of this week, and staying for the summer. Everyone in the Order is here, except for Dumbledore, who is at Hogwarts. (Yes, that means Snape is here.needless to say I'm NOT happy about that. He's supposed to be leaving by Thursday, though.) I hope you can come soon. And if you can't, whenever you can is a good time for us. See You Soon! --Ron P.S. (Mom wants to add something) How are you doing after it happened? Are you feeling ok? You can talk to us about anything, I hope you know that, Harry. And it doesn't matter whether it's now, or ten years from now. Come soon, dear, get out of that dreadful Muggle house.-Mrs. Weasley
Harry closed the note. There seemed to be a lot of Floo Powder in there.
And he knew he would go as soon as he could to the Weasley's. Someday after Thursday, maybe. Hermione was coming on Friday, maybe he'd show up then. After all.this was his once a year returning home now.so on Friday he should be free to go wherever he wanted.
After reading the letter.even the P.S. that he didn't want to think about right now, he felt calmer, and he felt he could fall back to sleep.
He climbed back over to his bed and fell onto it. His last thought before falling back to sleep was:
Good night, Sirius.
A/N: How does everyone like it? Is this a good idea? I like writing this story so I hope it is. And I'm a new person here.please be nice in whatever you say! Otherwise.I hope you liked it!
Rating: PG13 for later chapters
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
A/N: forgot to put this before.please R+R and in case you were wondering.Sirius was my favorite character.also.Sirius parts will most likely all be in 1st person narriative.and Harry parts will mostly be in third person.
Harry woke up, shaking, and drenched in a cold sweat, on the first day of summer vacation. He'd had a horrible nightmare. Only these were different from the other ones he'd had. They still took place in the department of mysteries.but now, instead of not getting to the door.he got through, and relived the entire thing.
He'd woken up at the exact time that the jet of red light had killed Sirius. He grabbed his glasses, and looked at the clock. 4AM. Whenever he'd had a nightmare before, he'd usually write to Sirius about it.and wait for him to write back saying it was just a dream and if he was really worried to talk to Dumbledore.
Now.he didn't know. Dumbledore sure wouldn't be the person he'd talk to. Even though he knew it wasn't Dumbledore who physically killed Sirius.if he'd only told Harry about the prophecy the year before! Then he would have known to watch out for his dreams.
And another voice awoke inside him.
What about you? It said. If you'd opened the mirror sooner, you'd have been able to talk to him and know where he was.
He looked over at the mirror. It was sitting on his nightstand. He hadn't the heart to throw it out, even though he couldn't contact Sirius on it. It felt like a last link to him.a link he couldn't break. And something inside told him to keep it.
He walked over to the window. Hedwig was gone, off taking a message to the Weasley's. Ron had already written to him, saying that he could come to their house whenever he wanted. Harry wasn't sure exactly how he'd get there.but he hoped soon he would get a way to.
He walked over to his bookshelf. He looked at the small leather-bound book that Hagrid had given to him at the end of his first year. He'd been fighting with himself whether or not he should look at the pictures.
He pulled it out. He wasn't going back to sleep soon, after all. He let it fall open to a page. It happened to be the one of his parents wedding. They were smiling at each other, and Sirius was there, shaking his hair out of his eyes.
He shut the book. Even though that was his only way to see Sirius, it was still too much. The shock was still right at the surface. The pain that his aunt and uncle had caused was nothing like the pain that Bellatrix Lestrange had caused.
And he realized something. Neville's parents had been as good as killed by her, and Harry's almost parent had been killed by her.
White-hot hatred filled him as he thought of that. He wanted to kill her, more than he'd ever wanted to kill anyone. It was weird.he wanted to kill her almost more than he wanted to defeat Voldemort. She had killed the person who was the closest thing to a parent he had. The person he trusted the most, the person he could talk to about anything. Yes, Voldemort had killed his parents, and he was very hateful to him for that.but Bellatrix had killed the person that was more like a father to him than ANYONE had ever been.including his own father.
He walked back to his bed, as Hedwig flew through the window. An envelope was tried to her, this time, not just a scroll.
He took the envelope, and gave Hedwig some Owl Treats. Inside the envelope was a letter.and some green ash like stuff. He opened the letter.
Harry, I hope you're ok. We're all at the Burrow for now, and we've sent you some Floo Powder in case you want to come over. I know you haven't been at your Aunt and Uncle's for long.but you can come whenever you want. Hermione is coming at the end of this week, and staying for the summer. Everyone in the Order is here, except for Dumbledore, who is at Hogwarts. (Yes, that means Snape is here.needless to say I'm NOT happy about that. He's supposed to be leaving by Thursday, though.) I hope you can come soon. And if you can't, whenever you can is a good time for us. See You Soon! --Ron P.S. (Mom wants to add something) How are you doing after it happened? Are you feeling ok? You can talk to us about anything, I hope you know that, Harry. And it doesn't matter whether it's now, or ten years from now. Come soon, dear, get out of that dreadful Muggle house.-Mrs. Weasley
Harry closed the note. There seemed to be a lot of Floo Powder in there.
And he knew he would go as soon as he could to the Weasley's. Someday after Thursday, maybe. Hermione was coming on Friday, maybe he'd show up then. After all.this was his once a year returning home now.so on Friday he should be free to go wherever he wanted.
After reading the letter.even the P.S. that he didn't want to think about right now, he felt calmer, and he felt he could fall back to sleep.
He climbed back over to his bed and fell onto it. His last thought before falling back to sleep was:
Good night, Sirius.
A/N: How does everyone like it? Is this a good idea? I like writing this story so I hope it is. And I'm a new person here.please be nice in whatever you say! Otherwise.I hope you liked it!