A/N: It's Phoenix again! "What a surprise!" I hear you all say enthusiastically. There really is no point to this little a/n besides to say that another reason for being slow was coz it was my 15th birthday and I had lots of special things to do! I LOVE birthdays…. but I didn't get any HP stuff (but Meowface gave an excellent hat)…. so if someone can send me something, like a… plush Snape * Mmm… * I'd be really appreciative! Lol! Thanks guys, YOU ROCK!
Beta: The wonderfully talented Meowface
Chapter 8: Existences
It was time Dumbledore went in and spoke to Sirius about what he was thinking. He found it hard to imagine what it must be like for the poor boy. And for Dumbledore not to be able to wear someone else's shoes, that was big. After all, he had been a lot of things, but a spirit wasn't one of them.
He opened the solid mahogany door and looked into the room. The bed sheets were flattened in a body shape. Dumbledore pulled the desk chair up to the side of the bed.
" Sirius…" Dumbledore trailed off. He didn't know what to say, and that was a first. This was less common than when he couldn't empathise.
" Professor, why am I here? Why…why is everyone talking about me? Discussing me? I know everything, but I've never been so confused in my life."
" Sirius, I know. In fact I'm in the same boat as you. Your friend Remus has put both of us in a bit of a spot, not to mention himself. I cannot see you, you are a spirit, and a memory and I think that it is only Remus who can see you."
" You, you can't see me? So are you saying that I am only in his mind?"
" That's right. However, I may be proved wrong…maybe you can see your own reflection…"
He took out his wand and waved it around. A small gilded mirror appeared on the bed and the professor picked it up and held it out. He let go when the weight of it was released.
Sirius stayed silent.
" Just as I thought," mumbled Dumbledore. " A mere spirit brought to life through a memory."
" So I don't exist, not really?"
Dumbledore took a deep breath, and, picking his words carefully began to speak to Sirius Black.
" You exist because you are being thought about, because you are being missed. You exist because people have to believe in something—they have to believe that there is hope for reaching the ones we care about, the ones we love even when they are separated by a lifetime, and that's what Remus has done. He cares so much Sirius. That's why you have been brought forth, that's why you exist. And you will always exist as long as people believe the impossible cane happen. You came to us in spirit form and that how you'll leave us."
The gilded mirror was placed back down on the bed.
" So I am leaving?"
" I believe so yes."
" Professor… I was just wondering… if it was possible…"
" Sirius?"
" If I could meet James and Lily's son…Harry."
A/N: well, what do you all think? I know you may not like it but please don't flame me. Actually, I don't even know why I'm asking you not to, because you are the best reviewers in the world! And I have all of you! Evil cackle!!! Seriously, you guys are the best and I love you all! Oh, and also...sorry that its really really short and it took a really really really long time for me to update. Sorry!
Cheers!
Phoenix
Beta: The wonderfully talented Meowface
Chapter 8: Existences
It was time Dumbledore went in and spoke to Sirius about what he was thinking. He found it hard to imagine what it must be like for the poor boy. And for Dumbledore not to be able to wear someone else's shoes, that was big. After all, he had been a lot of things, but a spirit wasn't one of them.
He opened the solid mahogany door and looked into the room. The bed sheets were flattened in a body shape. Dumbledore pulled the desk chair up to the side of the bed.
" Sirius…" Dumbledore trailed off. He didn't know what to say, and that was a first. This was less common than when he couldn't empathise.
" Professor, why am I here? Why…why is everyone talking about me? Discussing me? I know everything, but I've never been so confused in my life."
" Sirius, I know. In fact I'm in the same boat as you. Your friend Remus has put both of us in a bit of a spot, not to mention himself. I cannot see you, you are a spirit, and a memory and I think that it is only Remus who can see you."
" You, you can't see me? So are you saying that I am only in his mind?"
" That's right. However, I may be proved wrong…maybe you can see your own reflection…"
He took out his wand and waved it around. A small gilded mirror appeared on the bed and the professor picked it up and held it out. He let go when the weight of it was released.
Sirius stayed silent.
" Just as I thought," mumbled Dumbledore. " A mere spirit brought to life through a memory."
" So I don't exist, not really?"
Dumbledore took a deep breath, and, picking his words carefully began to speak to Sirius Black.
" You exist because you are being thought about, because you are being missed. You exist because people have to believe in something—they have to believe that there is hope for reaching the ones we care about, the ones we love even when they are separated by a lifetime, and that's what Remus has done. He cares so much Sirius. That's why you have been brought forth, that's why you exist. And you will always exist as long as people believe the impossible cane happen. You came to us in spirit form and that how you'll leave us."
The gilded mirror was placed back down on the bed.
" So I am leaving?"
" I believe so yes."
" Professor… I was just wondering… if it was possible…"
" Sirius?"
" If I could meet James and Lily's son…Harry."
A/N: well, what do you all think? I know you may not like it but please don't flame me. Actually, I don't even know why I'm asking you not to, because you are the best reviewers in the world! And I have all of you! Evil cackle!!! Seriously, you guys are the best and I love you all! Oh, and also...sorry that its really really short and it took a really really really long time for me to update. Sorry!
Cheers!
Phoenix