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!
Ch3- Arguments and Revelations…
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 our son to give you anything you want?!!"
"exactly." Harry murmured, eyes going dark. "I'm an eeevil, 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. Harry and Vernon were still glaring daggers at each other, the older one's face turning from red to purple. "wow, he's Mr. Plum!" James shouted out, grabbing his sides and laughing wildly.
Sirius walked up into Vernon's face, puffed up, and blew in the man's face. Vernon's eyes widened as he felt a warm gust of air on his face. "what the..?" he muttered, looking around wildly. James now had tears rolling down his cheeks and was stamping his foot on the floor.
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. Sirius immediately stopped laughing and stared in horror at the little man. then his gaze turned on Sirius and an ugly smirk marred his face.
"Peter?" Sirius whispered out, eyes widening. Suddenly they narrowed and all Sirius could see was red. "murderer… you… little.. Piece of SHIT!!!" bellowing the last part, Sirius ran at the window and the smirking face of Peter Petigrew. "BASTARD!!!" he lunged through the wall and glass of the window and landed on top of the little man, his fists flying, searching for any open areas.
"but, but HOW?!" Peter yelled out, trying to cover his face from the onslaught of fists. "how what?!" Sirius yelled back, his fists finding Peter's stomach and beating into it mercilessly. "you- you CAN'T! you're not allowed to pass the boundaries!!!"
"PADFOOT?!" it was James' shocked voice and Sirius spared him a glance before going back to his ministrations of pain. "come on, Prongs- I've got the little bastard now! Help me finish him off!" Sirius panted out, lost in the feel of his body connecting with Peter's and the pain it brought the other man. "I can't Padfoot. I'm not allowed. and neither should you be." James said softly, staring in awe of his friend. "what?"
"you've crossed the boundary…" Sirius stopped punching Peter and straddled him, keeping him in one place and his arms pinned to his sides as he looked back at James. "what do you mean? what boundaries?"
The glass in the window had cracked but had stayed in place. It was five inches long and branched off in two places on the bottom and the top for only a few millimeters. "you did that…" James said, not taking his eyes from Sirius. There was a loud POP and then there was nothing beneath Sirius but grass and two weeds.
"shit, he got away… that's okay, we'll get him next time!" brushing nonexistent grass off of his legs, Sirius walked back to the wall, through the wall, and beside James. But James wouldn't look at him now.
"I don't know what the hell is going on, but I think Peter was here to harm Harry. James, what's wrong with you? I said-"
"I know what you said, and I know what he was here to do."
"…"
"I think you should know about the boundaries that Dumbledore set up." Sirius nodded and the two made their way back to Harry's side. Harry looked very pale and Vernon very purple, so the fight would be over soon. "Dammit, he said I could have it! Ask him yourself!"
"oh, don't think I won't, boy! Now go upstairs and I don't want to see one hair of you before supper, understand?!"
"yea, whatever.."
With that Harry left Vernon to stew in his anger and he (with James and then Sirius in tow) rushed up the stairs and slammed his door. "bastard…" Harry murmured once the door was shut. "watch your language." James said as he and Sirius slid easily through the bed room door together. Harry plopped down on his bed and lay spread eagle. Sirius sat by the window and James sat beside Harry's stomach.
"you know Padfoot, he's looking a bit thin…" James stated, pressing his hand against Harry's stomach and letting it go right through. Sirius rolled his eye. "of course he does, Prongs- he's got yours and Lily's metabolism!"
"oh, yes. That's right."
Harry's eyes were beginning to close and his breathing evened out. "tell me about these boundaries…" Sirius said slowly, eyeing his child hood friend. James gave a sigh, "alright, you do need to know…
When Harry first came here, Dumbledore set up quite a few protection spells of course. Not only for against evil wizards but also phantoms, angry spirits, the kind of creature that could easily stalk into any home and do him harm." James waved his hand at Harry then continued. "I was already inside the house, following Harry every step of his journey from Godric's Hallow, and so when Dumbledore set up the boundaries I was trapped inside… you shouldn't have even of been able to get into this place when you had just died but I was so happy to see you that I forgot that small part- but when you jumped through the window ("and wall," Sirius added in smoothly) after Peter it brought it all back to me…"
"but what does all of this mean?" Sirius asked desperately. "and why is Peter skulking around the house- and why the hell can he see us?!"
"and why can you beat the shit out of him?" James quirked an eyebrow.
"I was getting to that…"
"he's only been coming by recently, staring in from the window but never trying to come in. he'll just glare at Harry for awhile and then leave. But no one has ever seemed to notice him, so I think, perhaps, one of Voldemort's chemists may have concocted a drug to turn him invisible."
"but he could see us!"
"which is why I don't think it just turns the person invisible…"
"…?"
"it kills them for a short while then brings them back to life, I'd wager."
"you think…"
"… not often, but whenever I do I'm usually right!"
Sirius gave a long, dramatic sigh before smiling, "must you always rub it in?"
James just smiled back.
Harry gave a soft snore and both men looked at him. "sound asleep." Sirius murmured. "he has no clue about Peter." James said back, a deep hate showing on his face.
"you think he may try something?" James only nodded and Sirius looked over at the computer. "I think we may need those typing skills after all…"
*A/N: okay, third chapter is out now! WEE! We're having fun with all this plot forming, ne? kay, the fourth chappie will be taking a while to come out since I have MEGA MUCHO crap to do! Now here's the pretty lil spoiler for chapter four- Ties with the Enemies:
Harry sighed and followed behind aunt Petunia, eyes downcast, arms becoming numb from being so tensed for so long. He looked over his shoulder to catch Dudley staring right back again, those silted eyes boring two pinpoint holes into his back. Another sigh, Harry was just about to lower his eyes again when they caught a streak of blond/white hair and black robes. Harry's head shot back up and he almost stood onto the backs of his uncle's expensive leather shoes. They were at the cross walk and the light was red.
"watch it boy!" the man growled out, glancing back quickly at Harry. Harry, who was quite used to his uncle's growls and hisses and that sort of angry noise, didn't even spare him a glare. His emerald, Seeker trained eyes scanned the crowd about him until finally coming to rest on his snitch. Or, in this case, Draco Malfoy.
So so so?! Whaddya think? Please review and let me know! The more reviews the faster i update!!!
-Laura/Natas/ChibiSan