A/N: YAYYY!!! I GOT MY FIRST REVIEWS!!!!
So this chapter is dedicated to: Voldie on Varsity Track, those who I bow down to. Ya'll ROCK. ::claps hands:: AND!! TO STARLIGHT LOVER!! My fellow mourner of Sirius!!
THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS!!
Also: I'm an American. so I'm not even going to try to write British slang. End of last chapter:
Also: Sorry so short. I'm not good at long chapters. I do update frequently though.
Dumbledore stood, wand pointed skyward, and cleared his throat.
"I think," he said, pausing, "that now is the time to begin." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------
CHAPTER 2
Everyone quietly shuffled to a tent that had been conjured by Dumbledore and sat in the chairs that rested in perfect lines of eight by eight. Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry took seats next to Lupin, who was sitting in the first chair, first row. The seating only took a short moment and then all eyes turned to Dumbledore.
"If I could have Mr. Lupin up here, please," said Dumbledore, looking fatigued.
Harry turned to look at Lupin and was taken aback that the man was not surprised when Dumbledore called him up. Lupin walked to the front of the tent and turned so that he was facing the people. Realization dawned on Harry. he was given the eulogy.
Lupin began to speak.
"While I was at Hogwarts, I had the great fortune to meet three wonderful people who accepted and befriended me."
Harry cringed at the mention of his father, unnamed though he was.
"All three of them are gone. Moreover, finding out about Sirius was one of the worst pains I've ever felt in my life. I am only comforted by the knowledge that he will never leave us, not really. His spirit remains here. His love of life, of those that he surrounded himself with. His determination, his drive, his inner prankster. That remains in all of us who knew him."
Remus paused. Tears were threatening Harry.
"Sirius wouldn't have wanted us to be sad at his funeral. And so to celebrate his spirit, I brought along something."
Lupin, a small smile etching across his face, pulled out enough packages of Filibuster's fireworks for everyone, throwing them out to the crowd of people.
"Light them, and remember Sirius. A wonderful person, dying at the mercy of Lord Voldemort and family. Let that fuel your drive to work against the Dark Side, and one day we will rise above."
Remus magically removed the top of the tent and lit his firework. It flew into the air and shined. The fires came together and formed a huge, shaggy dog.
Harry watched the dog move and bark as tears slowly spilled from his eyes. He was not aware of anyone looking at him, not ashamed of his tears. He carefully removed the packaging on his fireworks, and lit them. They rose into the air and took, strangely, not a dog shape, but that of his father's Animagi. Padfoot and Prongs then went and played, as if they were talking. All those who knew the complicated story of the four Marauders were smiling and crying. Tears for friends lost, families ruined and smiles for their spirit they left behind.
Suddenly Dumbledore appeared behind Harry.
"He was a wonderful person," Harry said uncharacteristically, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"And now he is happy, don't you think?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry looked with his red eyes at Dumbledore and nodded agreement.
A month passed, and soon it was time for Harry to go to Diagon Alley to get his things for school. Hermione, Ron and he had been owling the whole summer, and arrangements had already been made to pick Harry up that very afternoon at 3:30.
Harry packed his robes, map, cloak and other various things in his trunk, stuffing everything in tight as to have room for his books. He placed a tee shirt over Hedwig's cage- so Uncle Vernon wouldn't have to see her- and picked up his trunk and went downstairs to wait for the Weasleys, who would be coming by car.
Harry nervously checked his watch, which he'd gotten from Ron and Hermione for his birthday ((A/N: Birthday didn't really fit in. so. yea! Happy Sweet Sixteen Harry!)), and looked back and forth from the door to the television. He played nervously with his hair and the strings on the couch as the minutes ticked by. 3:24, 3:25, 3: 26. suddenly, Harry heard a series of loud honkings. Harry was horrified when he looked out the window to see Ron and Arthur Weasley grinning madly as they repeatedly honked the horn on their borrowed Ministry car.
"Hey Harry! This is great, this corn, isn't it?" yelled Ron.
"What in the blazes do they think they're doing?" hollered Uncle Vernon.
"Uncivilized culture!" muttered Aunt Petunia.
Dudley sprinted away, memories of a large tongue dancing in his head ((A/N: or is that sugarplum fairies.))
Harry simply grinned, looking at his father and brother. They were sitting in the car.
So this chapter is dedicated to: Voldie on Varsity Track, those who I bow down to. Ya'll ROCK. ::claps hands:: AND!! TO STARLIGHT LOVER!! My fellow mourner of Sirius!!
THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS!!
Also: I'm an American. so I'm not even going to try to write British slang. End of last chapter:
Also: Sorry so short. I'm not good at long chapters. I do update frequently though.
Dumbledore stood, wand pointed skyward, and cleared his throat.
"I think," he said, pausing, "that now is the time to begin." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------
CHAPTER 2
Everyone quietly shuffled to a tent that had been conjured by Dumbledore and sat in the chairs that rested in perfect lines of eight by eight. Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry took seats next to Lupin, who was sitting in the first chair, first row. The seating only took a short moment and then all eyes turned to Dumbledore.
"If I could have Mr. Lupin up here, please," said Dumbledore, looking fatigued.
Harry turned to look at Lupin and was taken aback that the man was not surprised when Dumbledore called him up. Lupin walked to the front of the tent and turned so that he was facing the people. Realization dawned on Harry. he was given the eulogy.
Lupin began to speak.
"While I was at Hogwarts, I had the great fortune to meet three wonderful people who accepted and befriended me."
Harry cringed at the mention of his father, unnamed though he was.
"All three of them are gone. Moreover, finding out about Sirius was one of the worst pains I've ever felt in my life. I am only comforted by the knowledge that he will never leave us, not really. His spirit remains here. His love of life, of those that he surrounded himself with. His determination, his drive, his inner prankster. That remains in all of us who knew him."
Remus paused. Tears were threatening Harry.
"Sirius wouldn't have wanted us to be sad at his funeral. And so to celebrate his spirit, I brought along something."
Lupin, a small smile etching across his face, pulled out enough packages of Filibuster's fireworks for everyone, throwing them out to the crowd of people.
"Light them, and remember Sirius. A wonderful person, dying at the mercy of Lord Voldemort and family. Let that fuel your drive to work against the Dark Side, and one day we will rise above."
Remus magically removed the top of the tent and lit his firework. It flew into the air and shined. The fires came together and formed a huge, shaggy dog.
Harry watched the dog move and bark as tears slowly spilled from his eyes. He was not aware of anyone looking at him, not ashamed of his tears. He carefully removed the packaging on his fireworks, and lit them. They rose into the air and took, strangely, not a dog shape, but that of his father's Animagi. Padfoot and Prongs then went and played, as if they were talking. All those who knew the complicated story of the four Marauders were smiling and crying. Tears for friends lost, families ruined and smiles for their spirit they left behind.
Suddenly Dumbledore appeared behind Harry.
"He was a wonderful person," Harry said uncharacteristically, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"And now he is happy, don't you think?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry looked with his red eyes at Dumbledore and nodded agreement.
A month passed, and soon it was time for Harry to go to Diagon Alley to get his things for school. Hermione, Ron and he had been owling the whole summer, and arrangements had already been made to pick Harry up that very afternoon at 3:30.
Harry packed his robes, map, cloak and other various things in his trunk, stuffing everything in tight as to have room for his books. He placed a tee shirt over Hedwig's cage- so Uncle Vernon wouldn't have to see her- and picked up his trunk and went downstairs to wait for the Weasleys, who would be coming by car.
Harry nervously checked his watch, which he'd gotten from Ron and Hermione for his birthday ((A/N: Birthday didn't really fit in. so. yea! Happy Sweet Sixteen Harry!)), and looked back and forth from the door to the television. He played nervously with his hair and the strings on the couch as the minutes ticked by. 3:24, 3:25, 3: 26. suddenly, Harry heard a series of loud honkings. Harry was horrified when he looked out the window to see Ron and Arthur Weasley grinning madly as they repeatedly honked the horn on their borrowed Ministry car.
"Hey Harry! This is great, this corn, isn't it?" yelled Ron.
"What in the blazes do they think they're doing?" hollered Uncle Vernon.
"Uncivilized culture!" muttered Aunt Petunia.
Dudley sprinted away, memories of a large tongue dancing in his head ((A/N: or is that sugarplum fairies.))
Harry simply grinned, looking at his father and brother. They were sitting in the car.