DISCLAIMER: *Puts on blonde wig* I am J.K. Rowling arent I? ARENT I?
Well.... Maybe not. So. You do the math. If I was that particular Goddess I
wouldnt be writing fanfics. I would be writing Book-the-Sixth. *glares at
rowling* We want more Lupin! We want more Lupin! Thank you. That will be
all.
Harry Potter of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surry sat upon the garden bench and stared at the hedge. This was where Dobby had apeared to him in his first summer back from Hogwarts. He brightend for a moment then felt sick. The image in front of his eyes of an elf with large green eyes and a nose like a pencil was replaced by quite another elf, one with watery greyish eyes and a nose like a pig. Harry thought furiously that he was a pig before banishing the thought. Kreacher was much, much worse than a pig. Kreacher betrayed S- "Harry! Come inside for dinner right now!" His aunts voice pierced his thoughts and he sighed, glad of the distraction from his usual thoughts of veils and murmurings.
Dinner that night was quiet, but that wasent a surprise to any of them. Harry didnt want to talk because of his evening at the department of mysteries and the revilations that followed. Dudley didnt want to talk because he was deciding which member of his gang he was going to tell his parents he would visit tommorow. Nither Vernon nor Petunia had anything to fill up the silence so eventually Petunia turned on the television. As a cop show blared from the various speakers Harry excused himself from the table. His only answer was a grunt from his hated uncle so he went off to 'his' room. Dudley still put old things in it. Just that morning he had added his Playstation2 when he realised he still had it and it wasent the newest on the market. Harry fell backwards onto his bed. He shut his eyes against the onslaught of memories of Sirius but it did little good. Sirius sulking, Sirius yelling at his vile mothers portrait, Sirius laughing at Mundungus, Sirius....
He woke with a start. The alarm clock on his bedside table had been knocked onto the floor. Thinking ruefully that he wasent the most restful of sleepers these days he reached for it. It had fallen into the loose floorboard compartment because Harry had forgotten to close it. As he scrabbled around in the darkness (it surely must be at least eleven oclock!) his hand touched leather... he brought the small book up to his face and realised it was the book of pictures Hagrid had compiled for him in his first year. He flipped through it and his heart stopped. He was looking at Sirius. Sirius twenty years ago. Fit. Healthy. Sirius was laughing from the picture that was also in Kinglsley Shacklebolts office. Thinking of that cubicle Harry shivered. He didnt think he could go back there. All those pictures of his godfather. He threw the book suddenly across the room out of sheer frusteration. Damnit! He would have loved to say goodbye. Thats all he wanted. To tell Sirius how much he meant to him. How very much. Harry stopped to think about this. How much did Sirius mean to him? 'He was like your father' said that little voice in the back of his head. 'Who else do you have as family?' That was a better question. He didnt want any less than good thoughts about the man who risked everything for him. At least, not yet. Who else was his family? 'Noone. Nobody exept Sirius.' Was this true? Mrs. Weaslys voice floated through his head 'He is as good as my son!' as he thought about it, Mrs. Weasly was as close to a mother as he had ever come. He wondered whether his beloved godfather would approve? A voice very like Hermiones quiverd with indignation as it said 'Harry! Sirius just wanted you to be happy! And if he would mind you find her like a mum he ought to-' Harry tuned the voice out. It was time to think about all this for a while...
A/N--- Yeah. Sorry about the grammar/spellings. I tried! I swear! Its hard when your beta has deserted you for a while! I will glare at her during her birthday party this weekend. Its nice to have a friend whose parents are both editors! Please review? I am completely starved for feedback. I would love flames, adoration (lol), whatever! Please just review!
Harry Potter of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surry sat upon the garden bench and stared at the hedge. This was where Dobby had apeared to him in his first summer back from Hogwarts. He brightend for a moment then felt sick. The image in front of his eyes of an elf with large green eyes and a nose like a pencil was replaced by quite another elf, one with watery greyish eyes and a nose like a pig. Harry thought furiously that he was a pig before banishing the thought. Kreacher was much, much worse than a pig. Kreacher betrayed S- "Harry! Come inside for dinner right now!" His aunts voice pierced his thoughts and he sighed, glad of the distraction from his usual thoughts of veils and murmurings.
Dinner that night was quiet, but that wasent a surprise to any of them. Harry didnt want to talk because of his evening at the department of mysteries and the revilations that followed. Dudley didnt want to talk because he was deciding which member of his gang he was going to tell his parents he would visit tommorow. Nither Vernon nor Petunia had anything to fill up the silence so eventually Petunia turned on the television. As a cop show blared from the various speakers Harry excused himself from the table. His only answer was a grunt from his hated uncle so he went off to 'his' room. Dudley still put old things in it. Just that morning he had added his Playstation2 when he realised he still had it and it wasent the newest on the market. Harry fell backwards onto his bed. He shut his eyes against the onslaught of memories of Sirius but it did little good. Sirius sulking, Sirius yelling at his vile mothers portrait, Sirius laughing at Mundungus, Sirius....
He woke with a start. The alarm clock on his bedside table had been knocked onto the floor. Thinking ruefully that he wasent the most restful of sleepers these days he reached for it. It had fallen into the loose floorboard compartment because Harry had forgotten to close it. As he scrabbled around in the darkness (it surely must be at least eleven oclock!) his hand touched leather... he brought the small book up to his face and realised it was the book of pictures Hagrid had compiled for him in his first year. He flipped through it and his heart stopped. He was looking at Sirius. Sirius twenty years ago. Fit. Healthy. Sirius was laughing from the picture that was also in Kinglsley Shacklebolts office. Thinking of that cubicle Harry shivered. He didnt think he could go back there. All those pictures of his godfather. He threw the book suddenly across the room out of sheer frusteration. Damnit! He would have loved to say goodbye. Thats all he wanted. To tell Sirius how much he meant to him. How very much. Harry stopped to think about this. How much did Sirius mean to him? 'He was like your father' said that little voice in the back of his head. 'Who else do you have as family?' That was a better question. He didnt want any less than good thoughts about the man who risked everything for him. At least, not yet. Who else was his family? 'Noone. Nobody exept Sirius.' Was this true? Mrs. Weaslys voice floated through his head 'He is as good as my son!' as he thought about it, Mrs. Weasly was as close to a mother as he had ever come. He wondered whether his beloved godfather would approve? A voice very like Hermiones quiverd with indignation as it said 'Harry! Sirius just wanted you to be happy! And if he would mind you find her like a mum he ought to-' Harry tuned the voice out. It was time to think about all this for a while...
A/N--- Yeah. Sorry about the grammar/spellings. I tried! I swear! Its hard when your beta has deserted you for a while! I will glare at her during her birthday party this weekend. Its nice to have a friend whose parents are both editors! Please review? I am completely starved for feedback. I would love flames, adoration (lol), whatever! Please just review!