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!
Ch10- a laughing fit and a long due apology…
As the pat bus drew to a halt a block away from Privet Dr., Harry grabbed up the Walden's bag and got off, stumbling slightly on the steep stairs, Sirius and James following behind. Harry and James stepped onto the sidewalk and Sirius jumped down the three steps and onto James. They both tumbled to the ground and Harry walked on unknowingly. It happy "vibe" must have been contagious though because a few steps away Harry began humming "the real folk blues". James only recognized the melody from Harry's dream. Sirius and James shared a look but James didn't tell him about the dream…
(FLASH BACK)
Draco and Harry walked out of the bookstore, side by side. They stopped by the bus stop, Draco looking anywhere but up at Harry. The Gryffindor waited patiently for the blond to speak. There was a faint breeze that ruffled and tousled his raven hair and his scare showed for a moment, his bangs quickly recovering the lightening bolt, Harry's tell-tail trait that gave him away to any witch or wizard becoming hidden, and safe, again.
'a flash of lightening,' Draco thought. He took a deep, calming breath and blue met green eyes. "thank you," Draco murmured, "Harry."
Harry tilted his head to the side, green eyes wide. 'Draco Malfoy- thanking me?!' "for what?" he asked allowed. Draco gave a half shrug and looked away again. "for accepting me, for giving me a chance even though I've caused a lot of shit for you and your croonie- I mean friends…" a ghost of a smile, a true, genuine smile, graced his features, making the young Malfoy seem not so cold anymore, then, "I guess for being a damn good Gryffindor. And friend…"
(END FLASH BACK)
The trio had finally reached the beginning of Privet dr. and Harry could spot number four, with it's evenly manicured grass and finely spiffed-up car, just down the street. With a burst of energy that had been building and building as the day had grown and now rested heavily in the pit of his stomach, Harry grabbed the bag tighter and sprinted off, leaving his ghost guardians behind and groaning. His muscles tightened and his hair whipped back off of his forehead, but he really didn't care who saw his scar now.
In fact, he wore it proud, like a banner, like a flag with the giant mark of good emblazoned upon it and it was a privilege to have it and not a burden as he had thought when he was younger. He was a key factor in the fight against Voldemort and, for once, this thought didn't drag up horrible memories and make his scar burn- this made him feel as if he were being filled up by a warm light and it shone throughout his body for all to see his noble work. For all to know. 'i'll make you proud, father' Harry thought as he neared the house that had seemed like a cage when he had left it earlier. ' you won't have died in vain, Sirius!'
Harry raced up the drive way and through the front door, only pausing to turn the knob and slam the door shut again. Shouting a quick, "'ello!" to his aunt and uncle in the kitchen as he passed, Harry flew up the stairs, down the landing, flung his room's door open and jumped atop his small bed, laying face down. He was breathing heavily and the task was made harder for the fact his face was pressed up against a pillow but he didn't move it, he didn't move a muscle as he lay there, listening to the silence of the house. Why was it so quiet? Harry caught his breath and began to chuckle softly, as if he were not used to the action. Then it turned higher in pitch and louder to that of a maniac's.
Harry laughed for a full three minutes, he could feel the tears building up against his closed eyes, face still pressed into the pillow. 'The demon pillow!' Harry thought giddily and this brought on another fit of laughter. He couldn't help it though; his body was flooded with adrenaline and his being with hope. All of his problems seemed to be melting away and their vacancies being replaced with this new wonderful feeling- one he hadn't felt since Sirius' death. With Draco now on their side the war would end soon, lives would be saved. So many lives could be spared. So Harry laughed and laughed, the weight being lifted.
This was how Sirius and James found the boy, lying face down, tears streaking across his face, laughing his ass off. They didn't notice the boy sitting lazily in Harry's computer desk chair, nor his smirk. "my my, it appears my dear cousin has lost his marbles." Dudley drawled in what Harry would have associated with a Draco trade-marked drawl. Still slightly giddy, Harry raised his head and chest off of the bed and looked over his shoulder at his cousin.
"'ello Dudders, um, what do you want?"
Dudley got up from the chair, crossed the small room, and sat down the beside Harry on the bed, "I came to apologize," he said simply. Harry looked back to the pillow he had been smothering himself with. "for what?" 'damn, second time today!'' Harry thought. Not wanting to look at his cousin so he stared at the loose threads in his sheets. Dudley stayed silent for a minute, looking off into space. "I know it's been hard for you. Ya know, with everything. I don't know the details of your problems outside of this house, but I do know what problems you have here. What problems I have caused you. And I wanted to say I'm sorry. "actually," he gave a small laugh before continuing, "that computer was sorta like a peace offering." Harry snorted and Dudley grinned. "a lot of help that did," he finished, now smiling at his cousin's back. Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled too.
"apology, and 'peace offering' accepted."
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As the two cousins left to go downstairs for dinner, Sirius sat down heavily on the swivel chair, James coming up behind him. "are we trying the whole 'messaging-from-the-dead thing again?" he asked, looking over his friend's shoulder at the keyboard. Sirius fake-cracked his knuckles and smiled. "I prefer to think of it as the 'queegee-compu'!" they both smiled evilly at each other and began typing…
"Harry- I am your godfather."
*a/n: god everyone, I'm so sorry it's taking me so long- I guess my only excuse for not updating in awhile is cause the Home coming dance is in a few days… I guess. Anyways, here's the tenth chapter (YAY! We've reached NUMBER TEN! WOOHOOOO!!!)- hope you all likie! The eleventh chapter has already been started and the rest of the chapters are planned out- there's only going to be 18 chapters so I guess the countdown has begun? DA-DA-DUUUUUUUUUMMMMM! Oh, one last thing! A slash version of this fic (HarryXDraco of course!), and darker too, is going to be posted on adultfanfiction.net under the penname "TKiwi"… if there's any sickies out there please check me out and thanks TwistedCuz!!! I LOVE AND MISS YOU BUNCHES, mah dear dear dear cousin (who happens to be quite twisted)! LOL!
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