A/N: Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. I did write this plot,
however. So that is mine. Copyright Craymere!
Also, this contains ******OOTP SPOILERS******
Here is the full (yet short) summary:
After the fifth year, Harry returns home, only to find himself returning to Hogwarts one week later for Sirius' funeral. Throughout the year, he begins to accept what cards he has been dealt, and grows. There are romantic plots, but not dominant. Written as the 6th year, hoping to make it novel-length.
THE CARDS YOU'RE DEALT
CHAPTER ONE
The green-eyed teenager straightened his tie. He watched his reflection in the mirror as his body mechanically did things. Mirror boy brushed his teeth, combed his hair, washed his face. Harry felt as if he had no control over anything. He couldn't control the Voldemort had caused Harry to inadvertently kill Sirius. He couldn't control the bloody prophecy. And now, he couldn't control the occurrence of a funeral for Sirius.
Harry felt hollow and lifeless as he walked ot the window in his bedroom. Unconsciously, he lifted the glass. He'd owled Professor Lupin- no, it was Remus now, Harry told himself- and asked him if he could fly with Harry to the funeral- he had no idea how to fly there. They would meet here, at Harry's window, in five minutes. He would return that evening, with the death of Sirius finalized in his mind. Harry felt like he could cry any second. NO tears came. A funeral meant Sirius was gone forever. Harry had managed to keep Sirius alive in his mind by occupying himself, reading his schoolbooks furiously, over and over. A funeral would force him to recognize that Sirius couldn't come back.
Harry nearly screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder, jerking him out of his thoughts. Lupin.
"What'd you do that for?" cried Harry. "Scare me out of my wits." he mumbled.
"I apologize," said Lupin, sounding genuinely sorry. Harry looked up at him. He looked drained, as if he had next to no energy. And full moon was two weeks ago..
"Shall we get going?" said Lupin, looking uncomfortable. Harry realized he'd been staring at him. Quickly, he averted his eyes to focus on his Firebolt. That Sirius gave to him. a flash of memories came forward in Harry's mind. The day he'd received the broomstick, Sirius as Padfoot at a Quidditch match, the day he met Sirius and learned he was a good person.
Lupin cleared his throat, bringing Harry back to reality.
"Oh.yea. let's go." Harry sat on his windowsill and mounted his broom from there.
Lupin cast a concealment charm over both of them, and then they kicked off and rode in silence for a few minutes before Lupin broke it.
"Harry?" he asked.
"Yea?" he mumbled, hoping Lupin wouldn't ask how he was.
"How are you holding up?" Harry wanted to scream.
"Oh, you know, okay..." he replied.
"Listen," said Lupin, looking uncomfortable once again, "you know I'm here if you need anything. I know the pain you're dealing with."
Harry looked into Lupin's eyes.
"Thanks."
They rode the rest of the way to the funeral quietly, each lost in his own thoughts. After thirty minutes, they arrived at Hogwarts, where the funeral was to be held. Lupin and Harry landed twenty-five feet from where a small crowd of people was standing, and Lupin removed the concealment charm. Harry looked the people over. Tonks and Moody stood talking quietly with Kingsley Shacklebot, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were alone and discussing something, troubled looks clouding their faces.
The rest of the Hogwarts professors stood huddled together, all of them looking as if they were cold, despite the fact that it was very warm outside. Harry spotted Snape.
'Why is that git even here?' thought Harry bitterly. 'Sirius would've hated to have Snape at his funeral! Really, why was he-' Harry's thoughts were cut off suddenly by someone falling on top of him. He looked up to see Ron clutching an old telephone that had served as a portkey.
"Hey," he said to Harry quietly, giving him a look of sympathy, "Mum and Dad are on duty. so it's just us and Ginny." Harry looked to his left and noticed Ginny was present as well as Hermione.
The four stood, dusting themselves off. Hermione approached Harry, not even attempting to hide the tears that came slowly, burning her cheeks. Suddenly, she reached out and embraced Harry. Harry felt pain in Hermione. He sensed a mutual feeling, a want to escape the world and soar above the clouds, leaving all people and tangible things behind.
Slowly, Harry pulled out of the hug, looking at Hermione. For five seconds, they gazed into each other's eyes. Their eyes told more than their mouths ever would that day. In them was reflected immense pain and sorrow. Hermione's revealed sympathy, while Harry's showed numbness.
They were torn away from their gaze when a loud 'ding' was heard, and Harry turned to see what had caused the sound. Dumbledore stood, wand pointed skyward, and cleared his throat.
"I think," he said, pausing, "that now is the time to begin."
Up next: Sirius' funeral, which will be short, I think, and to the point, and then the rest of Harry's summer will be summed up in the next 2 chapters.
Also, this contains ******OOTP SPOILERS******
Here is the full (yet short) summary:
After the fifth year, Harry returns home, only to find himself returning to Hogwarts one week later for Sirius' funeral. Throughout the year, he begins to accept what cards he has been dealt, and grows. There are romantic plots, but not dominant. Written as the 6th year, hoping to make it novel-length.
THE CARDS YOU'RE DEALT
CHAPTER ONE
The green-eyed teenager straightened his tie. He watched his reflection in the mirror as his body mechanically did things. Mirror boy brushed his teeth, combed his hair, washed his face. Harry felt as if he had no control over anything. He couldn't control the Voldemort had caused Harry to inadvertently kill Sirius. He couldn't control the bloody prophecy. And now, he couldn't control the occurrence of a funeral for Sirius.
Harry felt hollow and lifeless as he walked ot the window in his bedroom. Unconsciously, he lifted the glass. He'd owled Professor Lupin- no, it was Remus now, Harry told himself- and asked him if he could fly with Harry to the funeral- he had no idea how to fly there. They would meet here, at Harry's window, in five minutes. He would return that evening, with the death of Sirius finalized in his mind. Harry felt like he could cry any second. NO tears came. A funeral meant Sirius was gone forever. Harry had managed to keep Sirius alive in his mind by occupying himself, reading his schoolbooks furiously, over and over. A funeral would force him to recognize that Sirius couldn't come back.
Harry nearly screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder, jerking him out of his thoughts. Lupin.
"What'd you do that for?" cried Harry. "Scare me out of my wits." he mumbled.
"I apologize," said Lupin, sounding genuinely sorry. Harry looked up at him. He looked drained, as if he had next to no energy. And full moon was two weeks ago..
"Shall we get going?" said Lupin, looking uncomfortable. Harry realized he'd been staring at him. Quickly, he averted his eyes to focus on his Firebolt. That Sirius gave to him. a flash of memories came forward in Harry's mind. The day he'd received the broomstick, Sirius as Padfoot at a Quidditch match, the day he met Sirius and learned he was a good person.
Lupin cleared his throat, bringing Harry back to reality.
"Oh.yea. let's go." Harry sat on his windowsill and mounted his broom from there.
Lupin cast a concealment charm over both of them, and then they kicked off and rode in silence for a few minutes before Lupin broke it.
"Harry?" he asked.
"Yea?" he mumbled, hoping Lupin wouldn't ask how he was.
"How are you holding up?" Harry wanted to scream.
"Oh, you know, okay..." he replied.
"Listen," said Lupin, looking uncomfortable once again, "you know I'm here if you need anything. I know the pain you're dealing with."
Harry looked into Lupin's eyes.
"Thanks."
They rode the rest of the way to the funeral quietly, each lost in his own thoughts. After thirty minutes, they arrived at Hogwarts, where the funeral was to be held. Lupin and Harry landed twenty-five feet from where a small crowd of people was standing, and Lupin removed the concealment charm. Harry looked the people over. Tonks and Moody stood talking quietly with Kingsley Shacklebot, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were alone and discussing something, troubled looks clouding their faces.
The rest of the Hogwarts professors stood huddled together, all of them looking as if they were cold, despite the fact that it was very warm outside. Harry spotted Snape.
'Why is that git even here?' thought Harry bitterly. 'Sirius would've hated to have Snape at his funeral! Really, why was he-' Harry's thoughts were cut off suddenly by someone falling on top of him. He looked up to see Ron clutching an old telephone that had served as a portkey.
"Hey," he said to Harry quietly, giving him a look of sympathy, "Mum and Dad are on duty. so it's just us and Ginny." Harry looked to his left and noticed Ginny was present as well as Hermione.
The four stood, dusting themselves off. Hermione approached Harry, not even attempting to hide the tears that came slowly, burning her cheeks. Suddenly, she reached out and embraced Harry. Harry felt pain in Hermione. He sensed a mutual feeling, a want to escape the world and soar above the clouds, leaving all people and tangible things behind.
Slowly, Harry pulled out of the hug, looking at Hermione. For five seconds, they gazed into each other's eyes. Their eyes told more than their mouths ever would that day. In them was reflected immense pain and sorrow. Hermione's revealed sympathy, while Harry's showed numbness.
They were torn away from their gaze when a loud 'ding' was heard, and Harry turned to see what had caused the sound. Dumbledore stood, wand pointed skyward, and cleared his throat.
"I think," he said, pausing, "that now is the time to begin."
Up next: Sirius' funeral, which will be short, I think, and to the point, and then the rest of Harry's summer will be summed up in the next 2 chapters.