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!
Ch4- Ties with the Enemy…
"boy, hurry up!"
"yes uncle Vernon…"
"carry these!"
"yes aunt Petunia…"
Harry Potter, Golden boy of the Wizarding world and official carrier of too-expensive-crap-that-no-one-in-their-right-mind-would-need followed behind his aunt and uncle, dragging his feet. Packages of different sizes stacked high in his arms, baggy jeans skimmed the sidewalk, long black shirt almost coming to his ripped and torn jean knees. Needless to say, he was a sight to muggle passerby. Sirius walked beside him, growling menacingly at Vernon's massive back. "this is you clothing him?!" he fumed, swiping every now and then at the man's head.
Dudley walked slightly behind and to the left of Harry, trying to look menacing. Snug jeans, loose gray V-neck shirt, shaggy blond bangs and hair curling below his ears. His menacing blue eyes kept darting to Harry's back then off to roam the streets, eyeing up the teens in the alley ways and street corners.
Harry sighed and followed behind his 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 slited 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 animal 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.
"Malfoy…" Harry breathed out as the blond sidled up beside him, ice blue eyes trained on the people in front of him, and he walked right into Sirius. Draco gave a small shiver and looked around him quickly, very confused, until Sirius stepped away from the boy and stood on Harry's other side. "nice day, Potter?" the familiar voice drawled out. Mr. And Mrs. Dursley's heads snapped around and stared in horror, Dudley (who's now behind both Harry and Draco) took in a sharp breath and narrowed his already slited eyes. Harry merely stared coolly back at the Slytherin and cold blue met disinterested green.
"what are you doing in the muggle world, so far away from home?" Harry asked, shifting the packages slightly. Draco gave a shrug, not looking once at the Dursleys. "not so far from home. Are these your muggles?"
Before Harry could reply though, Vernon Dursley turned fully around and bared his teeth at an impassive Draco. "and how do you know this boy?!" he fumed, spit already forming at the corners of his mouth. "everyone knows about Potter here." Draco answered curtly, waving a hand in Harry's direction. Petunia took a hold of her husband's arm and gently tugged. "Vernon, perhaps some place more private?" Draco gave a shrug and started over to a teen-less alleyway, saying over his shoulder, "why not- I've got time to kill."
Harry, Sirius closely by his side, followed behind Draco and Dudley behind him, Vernon and Petunia (glancing anxiously around) bringing up the rear.
"Harry, we shouldn't be doing this…" Sirius said, even though he knew the boy couldn't hear him. "going into a dark alley way willingly with a Malfoy? Pure suicide! At least let the muggles go first…" their steps echoed off the walls and all around them. Draco stopped beside a large dumpster and leaned against the wall, eyeing Harry up. Harry stood five feet away from him, arms crossed, looking defiant. Sirius walked around the alleyway, checking for anyone hiding. There wasn't anyone so he came to Harry's left and took an identical pose. Dudley, Petunia and Vernon all stayed at the opening of the alley, glaring in at the two and waiting.
"pleasant bunch…" Draco muttered, turning his attention on to the Dursleys. "they're alright." Harry commented back, eyes never leaving Draco's form. "what do you want?"
Draco stretched languidly, all the while watching Harry. "just wanted to talk, Potter- no harm in that, is there?"
"depends who you're talking to." Sirius snapped at the young Malfoy, baring his teeth slightly.
"depends who you're talking to." Harry said smoothly, making Sirius jump. Could Harry hear him? No, he couldn't have! 'I must have influenced the poor boy more than I thought!' Sirius thought, beaming down at Harry.
Draco grinned and let his arms fall limply to his sides. He gave a half shrug. "my father's in jail, thanks a bunch by the way, and my mother and I don't see the point in remaining with Lord Voldemort any more…"
"don't trust him Harry, he's lying!" Sirius shouted immediately, glaring.
"and why should I trust you?" Harry asked, arching an eyebrow just like his father did. Draco gave another shrug. "because I can help your little Order greatly. What, surprised I know about them? You shouldn't be- my father told me a lot before he was taken away… you know, I never really liked my father much, maybe because he never took me to the circus?" Draco smiled and continued ranting. "but, I've always felt a gap where our father-son bond should have been… sad, isn't it?"
"immensely depressing." Harry said back smoothly, not looking convinced in the slightest.
"aha, I see you still don't believe me…" Draco muttered menacingly, loose blond hair falling into his face. Harry gave a smirk, "gee, is it that obvious?" Draco fixed Harry with an unblinking stare. "I'm serious, Harry." Harry's smirk was wiped off his face by that last remark and he blinked a few times, lost for words. "I want to help." Draco said, a slight tremor in his voice now.
Harry thought for a minute then pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket. "do you have a pen?"
A minute later Harry and Draco stood only a foot apart, Harry handing over the piece of paper, now marked with the Dursley's phone number. "if you are serious, Malfoy, then call here tomorrow." Draco gave a nod, any trace of a smirk long gone. "goodbye, Potter."
"bye Malfoy."
With that Harry walked out of the alley way and past the Dursleys, black t-shirt swishing about him like his school robes. '
'I need to write Dumbledore…' Harry thought, the Dursleys now behind him, sharing dark glances with each other and being completely ignored by Harry. "I hope you know what you're doing…" Sirius said by Harry's side, "cause I haven't the foggiest!"
*A/N: yes, I did change the chapter title from "Family Ties" to "New Ties" and then to "Ties with the Enemy"- I was going to have Harry defend the Dursley's and stuff but I decided against it. Anyways, sorry for the slight confusion (if there was any!)- keep on reading! Oh, and here's the spoiler:
"Sirius, what would you do?" Harry mumbled even softer. Sirius was taken aback. 'he should be asking his father that question…' Sirius thought, running a hand through his long black mane.
-Laura/Natas/ChibiSan