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!
Ch7- When Dreams do Come…
After the blue light had disappeared from under Harry's bedroom door, signaling Sirius having left, James lay on his back beside his son, staring up at the ceiling. 'this room needs a good coat of paint…' James thought.
He had felt it building up, summer after summer, ever since Sirius had come back into the Potters' life. The feeling of inferiority. He hadn't meant to explode on Sirius like that, but the poor man was under enough stress without having to feel inferior to his best friend.
James sighed and watched the shadows lean slowly this or that way as dawn approached. Of course, the sun wouldn't rise for quite a few hours yet, but the changes of the night were already starting to take place.
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James?
Lily?
James, you know Sirius is right.
I know…
We weren't there for Harry, he never got to know us.
I know…
Why are you lingering when Sirius has come back to Harry? Isn't it obvious that this is Sirius' job?
But, he's our son!
Harry?
Yes.
James, dear, Harry knows only your pictures and your stories- he doesn't know you and he doesn't know me. So how can he truly love us? Sirius was as close as Harry had ever come to having a father… let him watch over our son.
But I know Harry now.
But he doesn't know you. Let Sirius make contact with him, don't try to hold him back…
If it's best for Harry…
It is.
Then I will.
Will you come home now?
Not until I have taken care of Peter- not until I am sure our son is perfectly safe.
… good night James.
Good night Lily.
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James turned back onto his side and came face to face with his son. "what the-?" Harry murmured out, shocked. that's when he noticed the haze around everything in the room; the bed, the desk, everything!
"dad, is this a dream?" he asked softly.
"yes son."
"are you really here with me?'
"yes."
"will you stay with me?"
"always."
"can you protect me?"
Before James could respond, the bed disappeared, the room disappeared into total darkness. Suddenly there was water above Harry and James was looking down at him from high above. "HARRY!" he called out, but Harry stayed below the water, staring up at him, horror and shock filling his eyes. Harry was being tugged deeper into the water and James couldn't move, could only watch his son drowning. The water became hot, so hot that it was steaming! Below Harry blue flames shot up to meet him and he gave a loud yell and everything turned black again.
The darkness floated away as if on a lazy breeze and James and Harry could see again. This time they were side by side and looking out over a field of thorny bushes. Suddenly the thorns began to grow and reach for the two Potters. James drew Harry behind him and stood proud. "you can't die in a dream!" he shouted over his shoulder to his stunned son.
"but what about those who die in their sleep- could their dreams have over taken them and killed them?" Harry whispered back but James caught every word of it. "you won't die!" James still shouted, now turned fully to Harry with his back to the thorns. "I will protect you!" he wrapped his arms around the still soaking Harry, the thorns now snagging at his jeans and around his legs. "I will protect you…" he whispered, holding Harry tightly. And then the darkness over took them again.
As sight returned to James he could see that they were still in the field, but now the thorn bushes were gone- and Harry. Looking around wildly, James caught sight of two people a few miles off. There stood Harry and the blond, backs turned to James, a kite flying from Harry's hands and into the light blue sky. the warm breeze carried their singing voices to him and he sighed deeply as their spell won him over to the mixed reality. Harry's voice deep and soothing, Draco Malfoy's more feminine and soft- each flowing with the other perfectly…
"Too much time has passed by to
lament that we were deeply in love
The wind keeps blowing, while my heart
cannot heal all the tears in it
Watching tomorrow with one eye
while keeping the other on yesterday
If only I could peacefully sleep
in the cradle of your love, again
Someone, cry for me with parched eyes
The real folk blues
I only want to know what true sadness is
Sitting in muddy water
isn't such a bad life
if it ends after the first time
Despair filled with hope
and this chance with a trap set
What's right or wrong?
It's like two sides of a coin
How long must I live till I'm healed
The real folk blues
I only want to know true happiness is
All that glitters is not gold
The real folk blues
I only want to know what true sadness is
Sitting in muddy water
isn't such a bad life
if it ends after the first time…"
The dream ended and James woke to find Harry's head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around his father's waist. "the real… blues…" his son said softly, still back in his dreams. James sighed softly and stared up at the ceiling. 'this room needs a good coat of paint…' James thought, humming softly to himself and his sleeping son.
*a/n: yes yes, I KNOW! It's another short one… well, so-o-orry! Did you guys get enough fluff yet?no?! god, you're all greedy lil brats, aren't ya? Shesh! Okay okay, enough stalling, here's the TEASER!!!!!!:
Ch8- thinking softly…
Remus sat in his bed for fifteen minutes, just staring off into space. "what is he doing?" Sirius wondered, taking a step towards the werewolf. Remus' eyes had been closed and his brow furrowed. Suddenly tears started to leak from his amber eyes and fall gracefully down his cheeks. "Sirius…" he murmured before burying his face in his hands. "oh god, Moony- please don't cry!" Sirius yelped, sitting down beside the man. Suddenly Remus looked up sharply, right into Sirius' eyes…
I know, this is short too! Sorry, but we get a phone call from Draco in chapter eight so PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!! Pwease? Well, if you do, please send me a long review at least- or I'll hunt you down and sick my mini-Remus minions on you!!! MUAHAhahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!
**and YES, the song is "the Real Folk Blues" from Cowboy Bebop- I wanted to put in a semi familiar song and yet not so familiar so you guys'll get the beat and, yea, all that junk… yep… ah, yea…
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I'm going now.
-Laura/Natas/ChibiSan