Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Rating: PG-PG13
A/N: In this chapter we will finally see what you have all been waiting for...and if you don't know what that is...read on to find out! Also, the html thing isn't working.so wherever you see little is it's supposed to be italicized, and that's Sirius writing to Harry.
I woke up the day after Harry's birthday, wishing that I could have been down there. I'd decided not to go, to just stay up here and watch. And watch I did. Ashley was with me, as she always was.
The Weasleys and Hermione had just given Harry the best birthday party of his life. He'd felt so content when he'd fallen asleep that night; it almost made me rest easier. The only thing I wondered about was what he had wished for. He hadn't said it out loud, so Ashley couldn't hear it, and I couldn't read his thoughts, so I never knew.
The day after his birthday, he was sitting alone in Ron's room, reviewing the day before in his head. The rest of the Weasleys (except for Ron) were out. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had gone to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, and everyone else was at work.
Ron and Hermione were downstairs, talking, and Harry had snuck upstairs.
Ashley had come to me that morning, and said, "You know, wouldn't it be easier to hear them if that mirror worked?"
I'd almost forgotten about the mirror.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Maybe, somehow we should tell him to repair it, then."
"How?" I asked. For what I knew, he couldn't hear me.
She took a deep breath, and said, "I think it's time for another trip down."
I nodded, and we went to Nick.
This time as we were falling, I held onto Ashley. We had to fall through a window, and I knew that Ashley wasn't exactly keen on falling. Then again, neither would I be, if that had been the way that I died.
The trips seemed to get shorter and shorter each time we went down. This time it took about three minutes. When we were approaching the window, we both leaned toward it, and then a horrible thought struck me.
"Ashley! What if it's not open?!"
She went slightly pale, and just said, "I hope it is."
Thankfully, the window was open, and we fell through and hit the floor with a THUD.
I'd fallen over her, and she was struggling to get up. I managed to half prop myself up on my elbows, and then I looked down at her, and said, "Are you ok?"
She met my gaze evenly, and said, "Fine."
I found it very hard to look away, until she said, "Sirius?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you get off me now? My leg kinda hurts..."
"Oh! Yeah! Sure!" I said, wondering how exactly I'd lost myself in her eyes. I stood up and pulled her to her feet.
"How do we get through to him?" she whispered looking over at Harry.
That's when I realized that everything that had just gone on, had gone on right in front of my godson. Not that he could see, but still.
"Search me," I whispered back, then I realized something, "Why are we whispering? No one can hear us..."
She smiled. "Nerves," she said. I nodded. I knew what she meant.
I looked around the room. There had to be something that we could use...
My eyes fell on a roll of parchment and a quill and ink. I suddenly got an idea.
"Ash," I said, "We can WRITE to him."
She grinned.
I walked over to the inkbottle and parchment, and picked up the quill. I wrote one word.
i Harry.i
He heard the scratching on the quill behind him, and said, "Hello, Ron, are you doing more school work?"
"I'm not Ron, thank you very much," I said, knowing he couldn't hear me. Ashley laughed.
When Ron didn't answer, he turned around, and saw the quill floating in midair. He screamed.
Ron and Hermione were up in two seconds flat.
"What happened?!" they yelled. Harry pointed at the quill, which I still had standing straight up. Ron's eyes went wide, and Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.
iHarry, Ron, Hermione, calm down!i I wrote.
"It knows our names, we're done for," Ron muttered.
iYou aren't done for; we're trying to help you.i
"There's more than ONE of you?!" Hermione said.
iThere's two of us.i
Harry managed to find his voice.
"What-Who are you?!"
I took a deep breath and turned to Ashley. "This is it," I muttered.
iIt's Sirius, and Ashley Monroe.i
Their eyes widened in shock.
"Sirius?" Harry said, walking a little closer to the quill.
"Harry! Wait!" Hermione screamed. "We don't know it's really Sirius! It could be anything! We can't see it!"
Harry nodded, and stayed where he was.
I began writing again.
iIf you want proof, then repair your mirror, Harry. I don't know why you smashed it in the first place. When you look in the mirror, you'll see me, and you'll see my surroundings.i
Harry ran to his trunk, as Hermione and Ron bombarded him with questions of "What mirror?" and "What is he talking about?"
Harry got the Bertie Botts bag, and dumped it on Ron's bed.
"Hermione," he whispered urgently, "How do you repair something that you still want to have the same magical powers that it had before you repaired it?"
Her voice was shaky, and she said, "Same way as you would a non-magical object, a simple Reparo spell"
Harry nodded and raised his wand, and then pointing it at the mirror, said, "Reparo!"
The pieces snapped together and became whole. He picked it up, and I took mine out of my pocket, and he stuttered, "S-Sirius Black." His face appeared in mine, and his gasp told me my face appeared in him. I waved at him, still holding the quill.
"Oh my gosh," Hermione said, looking at the mirror. "He's really here..."
Ron gasped. We stood there grinning like mad for a few seconds, and then Ashley nudged me. "Harry," I said.
"Yes?" he said.
This was great! We could hear each other! And talk to each other!
"This is Ashley Monroe." I handed the mirror to Ashley, and she said, "Hi."
The three of them said "Hello" back, and as Ashley and I looked through the mirror together, so did they, and finally we could communicate with them.
"Listen, Harry, we're only allowed down here two hours at a time, and our times almost up," I said
"Can I still talk to you when you're up there through the mirror?"
"Yes," I said, then, with a teasing grin said, "What makes you think I went up?"
"Because," Ron answered for him, "Otherwise she wouldn't be with you," he said, gesturing to Ashley, "People aren't that bloody beautiful down there."
Hermione nudged him good-naturedly. It was at that time I felt a slight gust of wind.
"Harry, we're going to have to go very soon, but anytime you need us..."
He nodded, "I'll call," he said. I smiled. Then I remembered one last thing. Right before we were gone from the room, and I had to put the mirror away, and I said, "Your mum and dad say hi!" Then I couldn't see his reaction because Ashley and I were flying away, and I had to put the mirror back in my pocket so I didn't drop it. The feeling that was inside him that day was the most happy he'd been in awhile. He was even more happier than he'd been the night before at his birthday party.
Ashley said that Ron, too, was happier than he'd been in awhile. And I was happier than I'd been in awhile. Now I could finally talk to my godson again, whenever we wanted. And Ashley could talk to Ron, if need be. When we got back up, we walked back to our rooms, and I found that I finally knew what the real feeling of happiness was. It was a feeling that I'd felt faintly when I thought I was free from Azkaban, and that Harry would live with me, but right now, I was absolutely sure that I was the happiest that I'd ever been, alive or dead.
A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!!! I WILL BE CONTINUING!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Rating: PG-PG13
A/N: In this chapter we will finally see what you have all been waiting for...and if you don't know what that is...read on to find out! Also, the html thing isn't working.so wherever you see little is it's supposed to be italicized, and that's Sirius writing to Harry.
I woke up the day after Harry's birthday, wishing that I could have been down there. I'd decided not to go, to just stay up here and watch. And watch I did. Ashley was with me, as she always was.
The Weasleys and Hermione had just given Harry the best birthday party of his life. He'd felt so content when he'd fallen asleep that night; it almost made me rest easier. The only thing I wondered about was what he had wished for. He hadn't said it out loud, so Ashley couldn't hear it, and I couldn't read his thoughts, so I never knew.
The day after his birthday, he was sitting alone in Ron's room, reviewing the day before in his head. The rest of the Weasleys (except for Ron) were out. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had gone to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, and everyone else was at work.
Ron and Hermione were downstairs, talking, and Harry had snuck upstairs.
Ashley had come to me that morning, and said, "You know, wouldn't it be easier to hear them if that mirror worked?"
I'd almost forgotten about the mirror.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Maybe, somehow we should tell him to repair it, then."
"How?" I asked. For what I knew, he couldn't hear me.
She took a deep breath, and said, "I think it's time for another trip down."
I nodded, and we went to Nick.
This time as we were falling, I held onto Ashley. We had to fall through a window, and I knew that Ashley wasn't exactly keen on falling. Then again, neither would I be, if that had been the way that I died.
The trips seemed to get shorter and shorter each time we went down. This time it took about three minutes. When we were approaching the window, we both leaned toward it, and then a horrible thought struck me.
"Ashley! What if it's not open?!"
She went slightly pale, and just said, "I hope it is."
Thankfully, the window was open, and we fell through and hit the floor with a THUD.
I'd fallen over her, and she was struggling to get up. I managed to half prop myself up on my elbows, and then I looked down at her, and said, "Are you ok?"
She met my gaze evenly, and said, "Fine."
I found it very hard to look away, until she said, "Sirius?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you get off me now? My leg kinda hurts..."
"Oh! Yeah! Sure!" I said, wondering how exactly I'd lost myself in her eyes. I stood up and pulled her to her feet.
"How do we get through to him?" she whispered looking over at Harry.
That's when I realized that everything that had just gone on, had gone on right in front of my godson. Not that he could see, but still.
"Search me," I whispered back, then I realized something, "Why are we whispering? No one can hear us..."
She smiled. "Nerves," she said. I nodded. I knew what she meant.
I looked around the room. There had to be something that we could use...
My eyes fell on a roll of parchment and a quill and ink. I suddenly got an idea.
"Ash," I said, "We can WRITE to him."
She grinned.
I walked over to the inkbottle and parchment, and picked up the quill. I wrote one word.
i Harry.i
He heard the scratching on the quill behind him, and said, "Hello, Ron, are you doing more school work?"
"I'm not Ron, thank you very much," I said, knowing he couldn't hear me. Ashley laughed.
When Ron didn't answer, he turned around, and saw the quill floating in midair. He screamed.
Ron and Hermione were up in two seconds flat.
"What happened?!" they yelled. Harry pointed at the quill, which I still had standing straight up. Ron's eyes went wide, and Hermione clapped her hands to her mouth.
iHarry, Ron, Hermione, calm down!i I wrote.
"It knows our names, we're done for," Ron muttered.
iYou aren't done for; we're trying to help you.i
"There's more than ONE of you?!" Hermione said.
iThere's two of us.i
Harry managed to find his voice.
"What-Who are you?!"
I took a deep breath and turned to Ashley. "This is it," I muttered.
iIt's Sirius, and Ashley Monroe.i
Their eyes widened in shock.
"Sirius?" Harry said, walking a little closer to the quill.
"Harry! Wait!" Hermione screamed. "We don't know it's really Sirius! It could be anything! We can't see it!"
Harry nodded, and stayed where he was.
I began writing again.
iIf you want proof, then repair your mirror, Harry. I don't know why you smashed it in the first place. When you look in the mirror, you'll see me, and you'll see my surroundings.i
Harry ran to his trunk, as Hermione and Ron bombarded him with questions of "What mirror?" and "What is he talking about?"
Harry got the Bertie Botts bag, and dumped it on Ron's bed.
"Hermione," he whispered urgently, "How do you repair something that you still want to have the same magical powers that it had before you repaired it?"
Her voice was shaky, and she said, "Same way as you would a non-magical object, a simple Reparo spell"
Harry nodded and raised his wand, and then pointing it at the mirror, said, "Reparo!"
The pieces snapped together and became whole. He picked it up, and I took mine out of my pocket, and he stuttered, "S-Sirius Black." His face appeared in mine, and his gasp told me my face appeared in him. I waved at him, still holding the quill.
"Oh my gosh," Hermione said, looking at the mirror. "He's really here..."
Ron gasped. We stood there grinning like mad for a few seconds, and then Ashley nudged me. "Harry," I said.
"Yes?" he said.
This was great! We could hear each other! And talk to each other!
"This is Ashley Monroe." I handed the mirror to Ashley, and she said, "Hi."
The three of them said "Hello" back, and as Ashley and I looked through the mirror together, so did they, and finally we could communicate with them.
"Listen, Harry, we're only allowed down here two hours at a time, and our times almost up," I said
"Can I still talk to you when you're up there through the mirror?"
"Yes," I said, then, with a teasing grin said, "What makes you think I went up?"
"Because," Ron answered for him, "Otherwise she wouldn't be with you," he said, gesturing to Ashley, "People aren't that bloody beautiful down there."
Hermione nudged him good-naturedly. It was at that time I felt a slight gust of wind.
"Harry, we're going to have to go very soon, but anytime you need us..."
He nodded, "I'll call," he said. I smiled. Then I remembered one last thing. Right before we were gone from the room, and I had to put the mirror away, and I said, "Your mum and dad say hi!" Then I couldn't see his reaction because Ashley and I were flying away, and I had to put the mirror back in my pocket so I didn't drop it. The feeling that was inside him that day was the most happy he'd been in awhile. He was even more happier than he'd been the night before at his birthday party.
Ashley said that Ron, too, was happier than he'd been in awhile. And I was happier than I'd been in awhile. Now I could finally talk to my godson again, whenever we wanted. And Ashley could talk to Ron, if need be. When we got back up, we walked back to our rooms, and I found that I finally knew what the real feeling of happiness was. It was a feeling that I'd felt faintly when I thought I was free from Azkaban, and that Harry would live with me, but right now, I was absolutely sure that I was the happiest that I'd ever been, alive or dead.
A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!!! I WILL BE CONTINUING!!!!