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!
Two- the New Computer…
"Dudley?"
"I don't want this anymore."
"but- your mum and dad don't-"
"I don't care."
"…"
"I don't have room for it with the new one here."
"but- your mum and dad-"
"dammit, I said I don't care!"
"… are you giving this to me?"
"no."
"…"
"consider it all the little presents I never gave you before for your birthday and Christmas- very little."
"thank you."
"whatever."
With that, Dudley turned and stalked out of Harry's room, leaving the smaller boy with the old computer barely fitting into his arms, wobbling slightly. Harry just stared after his cousin. "well, that was weird."
Harry slowly waddled to his bed and sat the heavy computer down, then picked up the remote and turned on Cartoon Network. He popped in a tape of his favorite new show and began trying to hook up the computer to his desk (a/n: sorry for not including the desk before, I remember he had it in CoS!). "Furi Curi!" the TV shouted out and the theme song blared on…
Harry hummed along with the beat, having heard the song over ten times and knowing a little Japanese. "Ride on Shooting Star… kokoro no koe de sandanjû, no yô ni utai tsutzuketa…"
"since when did he know Japanese?" Sirius asked, mouth open. James shrugged and a fatherly pride lit up his features, "for at least a year now. He keeps watching these cartoons and stuff and I think he has a book on it to…"
"oh…"
The two men watched as Harry assembled the computer in mere minutes and began uploading a few old CD programs that had been thrown into his room for storage. "the Oregon Trail? Critical Path? Dogz 3- your virtual pet?! How do they get the dog inside those Frisbee thingies?" Sirius asked. He had been reading the labels of the CDs now stacked on Harry's desk. James shrugged and moved behind Harry to watch what he would do next.
The morning turned into afternoon and Harry (after cleaning out the garden and mowing the lawn) was back on the computer, now opening up a Microsoft Works program for writing. Sirius was lounging on the bed, left leg high in the air, whistling, while James was sitting by the window.
"tell me again, Prongs…"
"no, Padfoot…"
"but c'mon, how else will I learn?"
"I've told you three times now!"
Sirius began pouting so James sighed and got up to sit on the bed beside him.
"fine fine…" he gave another dramatic sigh. "we're different from the ghosts at Hogworts because they're OLDER than us… in ghost years, not in, well, when they were alive and we were alive…"
"I'm confused."
"just shut up."
Sirius shutted up and James went on. "you've only just died and I've only been dead for almost sixteen years… we're too young to be seen by others and move things around- it all takes practice and time."
"and Lily..?"
"I don't know where she is, but I can hear her every now and then… and sometimes I fall asleep." James voice was soft with reverence as he gazed at his son's back.
"but ghosts don't sleep- I don't."
"I don't know what happens, but I like black out or something and it'll be in the evening, it always is, before I black out and when I wake up it's the morning again… it only happens once a month though."
"spooky.."
"yea… but now that you're here I don't know what will happen."
"when are you due?"
"tomorrow night."
"sorta like a ghost period thingie?"
James gave a laugh and slung an arm around Sirius shoulders, "something like that!"
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Harry went over to the loose floorboard, walking right through Sirius, and shuffled around for a bit. James was laughing hard at his friend. "what?!" Sirius growled out, still trying to get over the shock of having his godson walk right through him. "it's just- your face! It was so cuuuute!"
"shut up!"
"you were so scared!"
"was not!"
"was too!"
"was not!!"
"was too!!"
Grinning impishly, Sirius grabbed up Harry's pillow and flung it at James, who it went right through and hit the wall behind him. James and Sirius just stared at each other, mouths open and eyes wide. "what the hell..?" a soft voice behind them whispered and both men stared at Harry, who was now staring at the 'demon pillow'.
Harry got up stiffly and went over to where the pillow had fallen. He was only a few inches from it and stared down, his face between horror and shock. Stretching his foot out slightly, Harry kicked the pillow to the left like a soccer ball, then to the right, then reaching down to pick it up by one corner.
"how did you do that…?" James asked, eyes never wavering from the pillow as Harry carried it back to his bed, brow furrowed. "I- I don't know… it just, just happened!"
"what the hell is going on around here?" Harry wondered aloud, scratching his already mussed hair and leaning against the wall, staring down at the pillow. Beside him, Sirius and James both stared down too. 'how?' James thought. 'I'm his father- I've been here longest… how could he do that?'
"hey Prongs?" Sirius asked tenderly, seeing his friend in deep thought.
"what?"
"do you think that could work with a keyboard?"
"you want to throw the keyboard around the room?"
"no. I want to type a message to Harry."
*a/n: I meant to put up a spoiled for chapter two in chapter one but I just forgot- so I'm gonna put a BIG spoiler for chapter three in here, chapter two, to try and make up for it…
Confused?
Sirius and James stood on either side of Harry, arms crossed and wearing identical glares directed at Vernon Dursley. "what sort of spell did you use on Dudley to make him give you his computer?! You brat! We feed and clothe you and this is the thanks we get?! You bewitching out son to give you anything you want?!!"
"exactly." Harry murmured, eyes going dark. "I'm an evil, greedy Dark Lord who is cursing children everywhere to give me their old PCs… how DID you catch on…?"
James chuckled and Sirius made to pat Harry on the back. "that's my boy!" James crowed, standing in front of Vernon and flicking him off as if he were still a teenager. Sirius was laughing so hard he had to dry off his eyes. As he turned away from the scene playing out to wipe his eyes, a shadow shifted across the wall and a man peered in through the window from the bushes outside, staring straight at James, then his gaze turned on Sirius and an ugly smirk marred his face.
"Peter?"
Well, hope you guys like the spoiler! God knows I've worked so hard on it! Yes, there is a big, complex plot forming, so stay sharp and don't forget to review! Ciao!
-Laura/ChibiSan/Natas