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!
Ch5- Lost Memories…
Harry and the Dursleys didn't get back in until 9:30 at night and Sirius rushed up the stairs to tell James what had happened. Flying through the door, slightly giddy from the exercise, Sirius banged into the room and shouted, "honey, I'm Ho-O-ome!" to a deserted room. "Jamsies?" he called out, looking under the bed then poking his head into the armoire. "eh? Oh yea! Tonight's James' disappearing act! Guess I'm too late to see him off…" Sirius gave a shrug and lounged back in Harry's desk chair.
Soon the sounds of someone's light thumping up the stairs caught his attention and he watched Harry come into the room, running a hand through his hair. "damn…" he muttered, leaning back against the closed door and shutting his eyes.
"you have to write Dumbledore…" Sirius said conversationally, eyes now on the keyboard. Harry looked up at the ceiling and jumped onto his bed, bouncing slightly, face snuffed into the comforter. "what have I gotten myself into?" his voice came out muffled and soft.
"Dumbledore's going to kill you…"
"Dumbledore's gonna kill me!"
"my thoughts exactly."
"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.
Turning back around to the computer, Sirius' eyes grazed over the keyboard and took in the letter order. "dammit, if I can throw a pillow I can type on a keyboard… right?" Sirius raised his right hand high into the air, extended his pointer finger, and threw it down onto the keyboard- and through the keyboard- and through the desk. "hmmm, maybe a bit too hard…"
after a few more tries, Sirius was as exhausted as Harry and just about to give up. Harry now lay flat on his stomach on the bed, watching TV. He had finished his letter to Dumbledore and it lay on his bedside table (since Ron was borrowing Hedwig for awhile). Every now and then Harry made a move to get up and check over the letter but resisted and went back to channel surfing.
"Harry, help me!" Sirius whined to his godson, who was completely oblivious to him. "fine! Be that way!" Sirius yelled at the poor boy and slumped in the chair, staring heatedly at the keyboard. "lets see, when I picked up and threw the pillow I had thought James and I were back in Hogworts just goofing around again… so, maybe I need to forget that I'm a ghost? Maybe…" flexing his fingers, Sirius raised his hand again and, slowly, began his descent on the devil keyboard. Slower. Slower. Slower. "DAMMIT!" with a spurt of anger, Sirius rammed his finger on the "k" key and a long stream of K's blinked onto the blank notepad.
"kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk"
"oh. My. God." Sirius looked like he was about to faint from sheer joy. "YESSS! I am GOD!" he whooped out, throwing his fist into the air. As he got up from the chair to go tell James Sirius remembered that he wasn't there. "I should wait until he comes back- don't know what we should say to Harry! Might scare the shit outta him and then he'll think his computey thingie's possessed!"
Sitting down beside Harry, Sirius gazed at the boy fondly. He would never tell James that he now considered Harry to be the son he never had and, even though it was wrong, Sirius was glad that Harry had only had him for a long while. It had strengthened their bond and the boy loved him so much more for it. This ghost thing really wasn't so bad after all… he just missed Remus so much now…
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"dammit, we've been on this channel before, you don't like the show!" Sirius growled at his godson, about to try and swipe the remote out of his hands. They had been channel surfing (stopping here and there for fifteen minutes and then going again) for at least an hour and Sirius was getting really annoyed. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I know already, I just wanted to see if maybe it had changed!" Harry growled back at his godfather, both still staring at the TV screen. "Oh yes," Sirius started back sarcastically, "it's changed drastically since the five minutes we've been gone!"
"oh shut up. You always-" Harry stopped mid-sentence, head whipping around to look beside him on the bed. And there, right beside him- was air. The same air that was always there. 'I'm going crazy,' Harry thought, looking worriedly around him. 'I actually thought I was talking with Sirius! But- but he's-'
Beside the raven haired boy, Sirius was having the same thought pattern. 'but I'm dead! How can I talk with Harry if I'm dead?! Dammit James, where the hell are you?!!'
"what's going on around here?" Harry murmured, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting here and there suspiciously. "it's almost like this place is haunted!" getting up somewhat shakily, Harry walked over to his desk, pulled out a drawer and began to ruffle through it. Sirius stayed seated on the bed, staring after the boy. "oh god Harry- if you can hear me, well, do something! … No? okay then, maybe I should yell? HAAAAAA-RRRRY!!!! HAAAARRY FREAKIN POOOOOTTTTTERRRR!!! Still no? damn damn damn…"
Pulling out a black shoe box, Harry held it gently in his hands, almost reverently, and went back to sit on the bed, this time beside Sirius. "Sirius, if you're haunting this place -god, this feels so stupid- please give me a sign… was the pillow you? The cold chill? I hope it is you Sirius, I miss you…"
"I miss you too, kid… more than you'll ever know…" Sirius murmured, trying to put his arm around Harry's shoulder but it kept going through him.
Harry coughed to clear his throat and pulled off the shoe box's lid. "I have pictures, of us, together." he pulled a few out and began ruffling through them as he named each one. "the one of the Christmas tree from last year- see, these ones move, they're the good kind. I asked Colin Creevey how to develop your film to make it move right before we left and he told me so now all I need is a dark room to develop some more…" Harry knew he was rambling but talking aloud to "Sirius" made him feel not as alone. "and this one is when Fred and George both went under the mistletoe and they really acted it up, huh? Twins- they're so weird some times… and here's Ron and Ginny and me, 'Mione's taking the picture I think…Ginny's really grown hasn't she? I'm glad she doesn't blush and all that around me any more- she's really nice." Harry rubbed at an eye before continuing. "and here's one of us before we had to go back to Hogworts- of course, you're Snuffles. I think I have a few that we snuck of you in human form… lets see… ah-ha! Here's one! It's you and Remus- you two make such a cute couple! Haha, only kidding! There's more in here but- but I'm getting a bit tired… yea, maybe tomorrow night…"
Sirius saw Harry look up to the ceiling, tears forming in his eyes. Harry took off his glasses and rubbed at his green eyes furiously, fighting back the tears. He gave a defeated sigh and brought his head down in a bowed position, eyes now vacant. "yea, tomorrow night we can see some more, but right now I'm tired…"
"Harry…" Sirius murmured, reaching out a hand. But before he could rest it on Harry's shoulder the boy was up and stowing the shoe box back into the drawer. He then took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed, tucking the comforter under his arm. Snapping his fingers to turn off the lights and letting the muted TV's glare wash over his form, Harry whispered a soft and almost inaudible,
"Goodnight Snuffles. Goodnight dad."
"Goodnight Harry…" Sirius whispered back and Harry felt a wisp of warm air on his cheek.
*a/n: yes yes, I've ended it on a very somber note- deal with it. Well, it's not really a cliffhanger, eh? I think it's really sweet but, PLEASE, lemme know what YOU think- what YOU feel! Please review and keep checking back for the 6th chapter! I promise, this WILL get better soon- and Draco Malfoy, out Slytherin blue-eyed prince, will be comming up again in chapter 8! And now, for the ever wonderfully retarded teaser (I'm not calling them spoilers anymore- sounds like I'm giving away the story and I'M NOT!), ENJOY!:
Ch6- Fallen Idol
"he's my son! I am his father!" James pointed to his chest, which was now puffed out.
"yes, and I am his godfather! You were dead and all he had were those awful muggels!"
"I KNOW what he had left- what he's had to put up with- I've been trapped in this god damn house ever since Harry came here! It hasn't been easy watching it all!"
"I'm just saying that you are DEAD and I was ALIVE and in Harry's third year I was the only father figure around- of course I bonded with him! You made me godfather, aren't I supposed to be close to the boy?!"
"close, yes! But Moony was there also- why didn't he count Moony as a father figure?"
"I don't know- I'm sure in a way he did!"
"well, Harry's not calling out Moony's name, now is he?!"
"no, but I am the boy's father!" Sirius yelled back, almost deafening James. They were both quiet for a while, each staring heatedly at the other. "what- what did you say?" James asked, crossing his arms and baring his teeth. Sirius shook his head. "I think you should go check on Moony, since you're so special enough to leave this place…" James' voice was now low and menacing and Sirius took a step back. "James… I'm sorry…"
"just go."