Do You Believe…?
Plot: set during the summer after OotP. Harry becomes depressed and begins thinking of suicide when a certain ghost invades his life...
Sirius comes back as a ghost to help Harry and Remus through their loses, only not like the ghosts at Hogworts but REAL ghosts! the kind you can't see and get a chill up your spine if they're in the same room and all that? flashes of light, objects suddenly missing or moving on their own, a shadow across the wall, noises from an empty space...
i THINK our house is haunted at the moment so that's really what inspired this. that and the fact that i KNOW my aunt's house is haunted by my grandma- y'know, that sorta happens if a person slowly dies in a place where there's a lot of attachments, right? right! so, i would like to thank my family for finally becoming useful! YAY for family!
also YAY for the movie Ghost, from where i got some really killer ideas! YAY!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter hype but if I did things like this would be happening all the time!
one- you're dead, Padfoot…
"Sirius! How could you?! How could you leave me?!!" Harry collapsed beside the coffin, Ron kneeling down beside him holding his best friend's sides. Tears fell down his cheeks, his eyes closed in anguish. Hermione came up by his other side and hugged him also, her tear stained cheek pressed against Harry's. "it's alright.." she whispered soothingly, holding him tighter. Ron put his temple against Harry's forehead and began crying silently.
It was a private viewing, only the Order being allowed in. the room was small, with a black carpeting and burgundy walls. Gold fabric hung from the ceilings next to black fabric and black frames were hung on the walls, showing photographs mainly of Sirius, James, Remus and Peter - the marauders.
There were three rows with only five chairs in a row. Albus Dumbledore sat beside Remus Lupin, who was silently crying, his fists clutching his robes as if barely clinging on to his own life. There were three vacant seats meant for Harry, Ron and Hermione beside Remus. In the second row sat Mr. And Mrs. Weasely, Ginny, Fred and George. Sitting just behind them were the Grangers, Minerva McGonagall, Tonks and the rest of the Order, each with their heads bowed low.
"you bastard! You said you'd never leave me!! You lying, god damn bastard!" Harry yelled out weakly but stopped as his sobs overtook him. His fists pounded the ground as Ron and Hermione leaned beside him, looking on helplessly.
"Harry…" Ron murmured, softly rubbing his friend's back. "you left me.." Harry sobbed out and Ron knew that it was directed at a man none of them would ever see again. "Harry… he's gone… Sirius Black is… dead." Harry gave out a chocked sob and the world around him disappeared. "Sirius…"
"PADFOOT!!!" he cried out, arching himself up and crying to the burgundy ceiling. "YOU GODDAMN LIAR!!!"
*
suddenly he became aware of his surroundings now that the memories had stopped bombarding him. And the light, that damn light! it was a small bedroom, with cream colored walls and brown carpeting. there was an armoire, left door slightly open but the insides too dark to show it's contents. there was a night stand and a TV stand with a small 7" inch TV screen atop it. all the furniture was chipping badly and some had long scratches.
there was a small, top-less lamp on the bed side table with a black framed picture of a black haired boy with glasses and a scar, a red headed boy with too many freckles on his left and a girl with curly brown hair on his right. all three were smiling and flicking off the camera. a small red haired girl, probably only a year younger than the three, kneeled in front of them and held up a sign saying "we WUV Snuffles!", all four were laughing.
there was also a bed in the small room, a single pillow lay across the foot of it with the same black haired boy from the picture laying on the pillow. he had taken off his glasses (which now lay on the floor) and his head was on its right cheek, eyes shut.
"Harry..." Sirius murmured out, smiling at the serene image, not noticing a darkly clad figure behind him. giving a short, happy laugh, Sirius ran to the boy's side and knelt down in front of him, flickering TV now behind him. the darkly clad figure shifted slightly but Sirius didn't notice, too entranced by his godson.
"it really was a dream- a nightmare. I'm not dead! I'm here with you, Harry… come on boy, wake up!" Harry had begun to softly cry and whispered out a soft, "Sirius... help.. me..." Sirius raised his hand and made gently brush Harry's hair when the figure spoke.
"he can't see you.
he can't hear or feel you either.
god knows I've tried for years."
"James?"
"he can't see or hear you because you're dead, Padfoot. and he is still alive."
"I'm- I'm dead?"
*a/n: well, that's the first chappie- think I should continue? I started crying a little during the funeral scene… I cried a lot when I finished reading OotP… so sad…
Anyways, please review and lemme know, kay?
-Laura/Natas/ChibiSan