A/N: I'm not very happy with this chapter, it kinda bites, but oh well But I hope you read it any way! And plz review. I'll give you a cookie! (Its not bribery, honest!)
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Chapter Three: Liar?
The bird looked about as pissed off as Harry did to be back at Privet Drive. Harry unceremoniously grabbed at the letter and headed back to his room, sparing a nod to his Aunt.
The bird screeched and followed doing a commendable impression of Snape's usual expression when ever Neville Logbottom walked into his classroom. Harry just looked at it wholly un-impressed.
"How about some owl treats?" He asked sceptically pulling out a few from a packet beside Hedwig's empty cage. The owl looked disgusted so Harry put them back and unravelled the letter, ignoring the bird completely, because truth be told it gave him a seriously off feeling.
Mr Potter, that was insufferably rude. I hope you understand that we will not tolerate manners of such sort.
Harry scoffed as the lavish violet writing danced across the page. It reminded him some what of Riddles diary; actually, it reminded him of The Marauders map more. The way it had spoken to Snape back in his third year.
Thinking of the map lead to thoughts of the Marauders. That in turn strayed to Sirius. Harry buried the thought and turned back to the parchment, somewhat less unfeeling than before.
Stop being such an old bore! The kids got style, I thought it was funny, I did tell you to tell him more that what you put, it's your own fault!
The writing this time was in a sort of rose pink.
Oh shut up the both of you!
This time the writing was in a blood red, with an elegant hand, the same one that had written the first letter.
Mr Potter, there is much we ought to tell you, however we can not corresponds through post, it is most inconvenient, I wonder perhaps if you would be willing to meet us in person?
Harry thought for a moment. Weighing up all he knew about these people; They had to be quite magically adept to create a letter like the one he was 'reading', there had to be at least three of them, or it was just one very clever person, and last but most important, they claimed to be his 'brethren' and wanted to 'claim' him whatever that was all about.
The letter had stopped there. Harry picked up a quill and dipped it in some emerald ink before writing a decisive "No." underneath what had last been written.
The parchment didn't move. Harry stared at it disbelievingly, and then sighed again. He seemed to do a lot of that.
"No." He said it to himself, trying to work out how he was supposed to get the stupid bit of parchment to work, and was astonished when the paper replied.
That is most unfortunate; I know that Sirius would have been most happy to see you.
Those words, those two little sentences were enough to pull Harry's whole being into focus.
"Don't you fucking dare joke about that!" He screamed, tempted to rip up the letter then and there, but he restrained himself, he would find out who this was before he did anything.
Forgive me Harry, but I was not joking. I would not do such a thing, but let me ask you something. If I am wrong, you may ignore us, however if I am right, you must agree to our terms.
"Fine." Harry snarled before he could think about it. These…these, god he didn't even know who they were had no right to talk about Sirius, his Godfather, like he was still alive; they had no reason to mock his death, to pretend to speak for him.
You loved him didn't you?
The words were slightly hesitant.
"Oh give the parchment a stuffed toy, it can state the obvious!" Harry snarled as the words were formed. He was standing now, his fists clenched, almost forgetting that he was yelling at a piece of paper. "If that's all you can come up with then I'm afraid the deals off."
You never told him. You wish you had.
These were statements rather than questions, and things Harry could find nothing to retort with. The ink continued to write.
You loved him as more than just a godfather, you loved him as a friend, as a lover would, as a soul mate would.
Harry choked and sank back into the chair, the furious rage forgotten in favour of shock. He had never told anyone these thoughts, he had never told anyone but his Dream.
Am I right?
"How? How do you? How?" Harry couldn't force the words, not for the life of him did he think he could say it out loud.
Because I know he loves you back.
"He's dead." Harry broke down, crying again, or just continuing to cry, he felt like he hadn't stopped crying since the day he had come back to number 4. "He's dead, so stop acting like he isn't." He pleaded, "Stop lying to me. Don't do that to me." He picked up the parchment and crumpled it in his fist, throwing it at the impassive bird.
Harry picked up his wand; even though his vision was blurred by tears, and pointed it at the bird.
"I have no idea what or who you are, but get the hell out of this house and never come back." The bird gave him a stern 'disapproving' look than only solidified Harry's suspicion that it was not an ordinary bird and left through the open window.
Collapsing onto his bed Harry tried to dry his tears in vain, and curled up into a foetal position. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep again, but considering he had spent his time almost solidly asleep he doubted he would be able to no matter how hard he tried.
He spun his wand around in his hand before an idea struck him. He had heard the Medi witch often enough to know how to cast a sleeping spell. It could be really, really dangerous if he messed it up he reasoned with himself.
But He really couldn't find it in himself to care. If he died, maybe he would get to stay with Sirius forever, and if he didn't, at least he would get to see him for a couple of hours.
"Sopor." Harry murmured, mimicking to his best abilities Poppy's wand movements.
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~Harry, Love what's wrong?~ Sirius embraced the crying teen, kissing the ruffled black hair as he rubbed soothing circles on his young loves back. ~Not now.~ Harry said, burying his face in the familiar robes of his Godfather, ~I'll tell you later, but not now, I just want to stay with you for a while.~ Sirius coaxed Harry's face up wards until there eyes met, he planted feather light kisses along the trails of tears until they had gone. ~Ok, but promise me you'll tell me soon.~ Harry nodded weakly.
Sirius smiled gently, before reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Harrys ear. Harry leaned into the touch before gently brushing his lips against his godfathers.
Harry saw the same tortured smile on Siri's face he always did, he wanted more than anything to take away what ever hurt him so, but Harry couldn't wok out what was wrong, it was his own dream, so why did Sirius look so sad?
He laced their hands together and pulled Sirius gently towards the rug in front of the fire place. They didn't have long together. And one thing Harry had learned from these dreams was to make every moment precious.
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