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Chapter 3 - Sirius

Dinner was a noisy affair, with a dozen conversations trying to take place at once. Harry found himself sitting next to Dawn, and he listened to her tales of life in Sunnydale.

"…and then Faith arrived and she was a good slayer, but then she went evil and Buffy and Angel did this great thing where they tricked her..."

Harry blinked, "Hold on, another slayer? We were taught that only one existed at a time, and a new one was called when the previous one had died." Dawn grinned

"Oh well Buffy died once, she drowned when she fought the Master, and so a new slayer was called, but then she was alive again. The new slayer was called Kendra, and she was kinda weird, but then she was killed by Drusilla, and Faith was called." Harry shook his head, feeling that the amount of information was getting all jumbled up.

"And then Buffy died again?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, that was great, 'coz I was supposed to die, but Buffy jumped instead. But then Willow brought her back to life and that was great too. Except Buffy was in heaven, and it was hard for her to adjust to life back here. But it's all great happy-Scooby-family again, except we have no house."

Harry briefly thought about what Willow had said. He wanted Sirius back but he didn't want to hurt him by bringing him back.

The table began to clear, and everyone cleared out into the garden. Harry began to follow Dawn out but he felt someone grab his arm, and he flew back. Willow pulled him upstairs and into Giles' room.

"I can help you," she said again, bluntly, "I know what its like to lose someone, and how much it hurts. And if Sirius' death wasn't a natural one then we can bring him back." Harry saw the resolved look of the girls face.

"But Willow?" Harry asked, "what if Sirius went to heaven like Buffy? I don't want to bring him back if he's happy. I mean if he's with my parents, I can't think of anywhere he'd be happier." Willow smiled sadly at him.

"I'm glad you asked that, it shows that you are wiser than I was. But I know a spell, if you can give me something which belonged to him, something which has his essence in, then I can use it to feel what he is feeling. If he's happy then we can leave him," Willow finished. Harry thought for a moment, and then ran upstairs. When he returned he has the Marauders Map clutched in his hand.

"Will this do?" he asked desperately, "I mean he and my dad, and their friends wrote this, and literally put some of themselves into it."

Willow took it and stared at the blank parchment.

"What is it?" she asked. Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the parchment, saying "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." and the familiar lines appeared on the map.

"Wow!" Willow exclaimed, "Where is this?"

"Hogwarts," Harry said impatiently, "But will it do?"

"Yes," Willow confirmed, "But which one am I supposed to channel?"

"Padfoot," Harry said, "That was Sirius."

Willow placed both her hands on the parchment, and closed her eyes. She sat in silence, just touching the map.

"I can feel him," she said, "Oh he's in pain, it hurts him….he despairs…he misses you…..he doesn't want to be there…"

Harry swallowed hard. Willow eyes flew open and she stared at Harry.

"I want to bring him back," Harry said firmly, before he even knew he was going to say it, "I have to, I can't leave him."

Willow nodded.

"The pain he was in, it wasn't good," she confirmed, "We can do it tonight if you would like, in the lounge at midnight."

Harry nodded resolutely.

Harry and Willow rejoined the others in the garden quickly, and no one appeared to notice they had gone. They evening ended with demonstrations. Harry and the Weasleys showed off their flying skills to the Scoobies, amazing them with the fact that they could fly. Then Fred and George demonstrated some of the newest products from Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, turning Giles into a guinea pig for a short time.

"Only 5 sickles each," they announced proudly, their mother shaking her head.

Then Buffy demonstrated what she could do, with the help of Xander. The showed them her fighting skills and they marvelled at the strength that belied her size. Finally, Dumbledore conjured some fireworks which they watched sleepily, before heading off to their prospective bedrooms. Harry got ready for bed, listening to Ron talk about their new guests. He had got on particularly well with Xander; they seemed to share the same kind of humour.

The boys got into their respective beds. Harry lay still until he was sure that Ron was asleep, and then he jumped up, pulled on a jumper and jeans and went downstairs. Willow was waiting for him; she had drawn a circle, and set up a variety of jars.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Willow asked in concern, "If you're not sure, then I don't mind."

"Yes," said Harry, "I have to, for Sirius."

"Okely dokely," Willow said, "But I'm warning you, if my hair shows any signs of being dark, stop me, or do something." Harry nodded, though he didn't quite understand.

"What do I have to do?" asked Harry.

"Not much," Willow replied, "when I brought back Buffy, it was a bit freaky, especially since she was a dead body, but I think that Sirius is in a hell dimension, which is a bit easier. Just hold a picture of Sirius in your mind, and remember him." Harry nodded, and Willow gathered up and amulet from her lap, took Harry's right hand and tipped her head back, beginning to chant.

"Goddess, Hecate, hear our call,

We beseech thee, send back our soldier

Return him to us; let him walk among us once more

Goddess, Hecate, hear us."

Willow chanted over and over, and Harry could feel the heat and power radiating from her. He held her hand tightly and remembered Sirius, the day he appeared in Magnolia Crescent, in his dog form, and his face laughing at his parents wedding. The floor beneath them began to shake and the candle dotted around the room blew out. Willow continued her chant.

Suddenly, the light came back on with a flash like lightning, and Willow flung her head forward. Her pupils filled her eyes, like big black saucers, and she began to chant in a language didn't recognise, in a voice that wasn't her own. Harry looked quickly at her hair, but it was still red.

Then another flash came, and all the lights went out. Willow stopped chanting, and looked around her fearfully, not able to see anything in the darkness. The lights slowly flickered on, and in front of Harry and Willow lay a man, face down, with shoulder length black hair. He slowly lifted his head, and started at Harry's face.

"James?" he muttered hoarsely.