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A/N: This fic might end up being long. This isn't the sixth year fic I was talking about in my profile, by the way. This fic was just something that popped into my head for some odd reason. I was reading a Remus/Sirius fic, and I was thinking, "You see Harry/Severus fics all over FF.net. Why not a few Harry/Sirius fics?" So, just to get my brain to shut up, I wrote one myself. I'm going to have one very large headache by the time Christmas at my house is halfway through. Happy holidays!
THERE! I SAID SOMETHING CHEERY! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, LILY?
-You don't have to yell, you know.
I name my personalities (muses, whatever you want to call them). Lily is the cheery one. She's seen less often. I'm sure you'll meet more of them later on, but it's four a.m. and I haven't gone to bet yet. Goodnight, good morning; I don't care I'm going to bed after this.
I Can't - Chapter 2, Found
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It was half an hour later that Harry awoke. A small, sad smile graced his face as he sat up. Siri's presence was gone from the room - Harry could sense it when Sirius was there - but he hadn't failed to comfort Harry a bit. Sirius would always be there if Harry needed him, even through death. It was still sad knowing that Sirius was dead, even if he truly would always be there. He stood to go to the loo, picking up the journal and placing it absentmindedly on the side table by the door on his way. The room had a loo of it's own. Harry stared at himself in the mirror for a few minutes before wetting a washcloth and pressing it to his face. Deciding that this wasn't enough, Harry turned the cold tap up to full blast and dunked his head under. This was much better. So many things had been swirling through Harry's mind that he had a pounding headache. The cold water had dulled it to a warm throbbing.
Turning off the tap, Harry didn't even bother to dry his hair with a towel before returning to the bedroom. He usually always dried his hair, but didn't figure it would much matter. His hair was much longer now, anyway (it fell to his mid-back), and would be more tameable.
"So this is where you're hiding, Potter," came the scathing voice of Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts.
"I was trying to get away from all the noise down there, actually. I'm sure you understand the need for quiet and privacy all too well."
"Starting to think you're too good for your own friends now, Potter? Can't be bothered to tell them where you're going?"
"I don't see fit to inform everyone of my every move, if that's what you're asking. I wanted privacy, not a body guard. Now, if you'll please excuse me, Professor Snape, I feel the need to be in any room that doesn't have people in it."
Harry walked quite coolly out of the room, picking up his journal on the way. He weaved through rooms and had made it through the hallway when Snape finally caught up with him. Harry walked through the door and ploughed straight through a group of startled Weasleys and other friends on the staircase. They turned to follow him when he headed towards his and Ron's room.
"What the bloody Hell is that you grabbed off the table, boy?" asked Snape, making everyone turn to look at him. "Accio!"
The journal flew through Harry's hands as he turned to tell Snape that it was none of his business. He tried to catch it in the air, but it was a futile effort. Snape caught it and said,
"A diary, Potter? Well, why don't we just find out all those juicy little secrets of yours?"
"You go ahead and do that, Snape. Enjoy yourself," he said, entering the bedroom and slamming the door behind him.
"I've been gone from my birthday party for a while," Snape started loudly. "Remus has probably sent out a search party. . ."
A while later Snape ended the entry. "'I can bury the journal, but I won't burn memories. I love you, Siri. Always and forever, Harry.'"
Ron slammed through the door into the room, rage evident. Harry did not acknowledge him in any way. Harry simply continued to do whatever he was doing crouched on the floor with his back turned to Ron, which only made Ron even more furious.
"So I've been sleeping in the same room as a bloody faggot for years?! That didn't seem important enough for you to tell me, Harry?!"
"Actually, I'm bisexual. It means I like both sexes."
"I know what it means! So you're greedy when it comes to who you like, as well!"
Harry, instead of dignifying Ron with a response, stood up, slamming down the lid of his trunk. He then turned his attentions towards Hermione. He faced her, smiled weakly, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Sorry for not telling you, 'Mione. I know that certain religions are against that sort of thing. Didn't want to lose your friendship if you were against it."
"You're leaving, aren't you?" she asked, nodding to his trunk.
"For a while, at least. I can't say when I'll owl you," he said, dragging his trunk and Hedwig's cage next to the front door. Everyone watched as he did this.
"Be sure to owl me as soon as you settle down somewhere. I wish you'd stay, but I don't see how we can stop you."
"You can't." He opened the door. "Oh, and Professor Snape? If you bothered to look at the letter I sent you earlier this summer before throwing it away, it was an apology for invading your privacy. No one forced me to write that letter. No one else even knew of it. You have made it abundantly clear, however, that I will never be forgiven of my father's mistakes. I am Harry James Potter, not James Edward Potter. I only started hating you when given reason to. Goodbye everyone. Accio journal."
He walked out the door without looking back, journal in hand. Harry's feet would carry him where he wished to go. He would end up hearing the sound of gravel crunching under his feet, and would later find himself climbing up through the basement of a boarded up old building off an alleyway. For now, however, Harry only heard one thing and it would later amuse him to no end.
"Let me through," Remus growled out. "I'll stupefy him."
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A/N: This fic might end up being long. This isn't the sixth year fic I was talking about in my profile, by the way. This fic was just something that popped into my head for some odd reason. I was reading a Remus/Sirius fic, and I was thinking, "You see Harry/Severus fics all over FF.net. Why not a few Harry/Sirius fics?" So, just to get my brain to shut up, I wrote one myself. I'm going to have one very large headache by the time Christmas at my house is halfway through. Happy holidays!
THERE! I SAID SOMETHING CHEERY! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, LILY?
-You don't have to yell, you know.
I name my personalities (muses, whatever you want to call them). Lily is the cheery one. She's seen less often. I'm sure you'll meet more of them later on, but it's four a.m. and I haven't gone to bet yet. Goodnight, good morning; I don't care I'm going to bed after this.
I Can't - Chapter 2, Found
***
It was half an hour later that Harry awoke. A small, sad smile graced his face as he sat up. Siri's presence was gone from the room - Harry could sense it when Sirius was there - but he hadn't failed to comfort Harry a bit. Sirius would always be there if Harry needed him, even through death. It was still sad knowing that Sirius was dead, even if he truly would always be there. He stood to go to the loo, picking up the journal and placing it absentmindedly on the side table by the door on his way. The room had a loo of it's own. Harry stared at himself in the mirror for a few minutes before wetting a washcloth and pressing it to his face. Deciding that this wasn't enough, Harry turned the cold tap up to full blast and dunked his head under. This was much better. So many things had been swirling through Harry's mind that he had a pounding headache. The cold water had dulled it to a warm throbbing.
Turning off the tap, Harry didn't even bother to dry his hair with a towel before returning to the bedroom. He usually always dried his hair, but didn't figure it would much matter. His hair was much longer now, anyway (it fell to his mid-back), and would be more tameable.
"So this is where you're hiding, Potter," came the scathing voice of Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts.
"I was trying to get away from all the noise down there, actually. I'm sure you understand the need for quiet and privacy all too well."
"Starting to think you're too good for your own friends now, Potter? Can't be bothered to tell them where you're going?"
"I don't see fit to inform everyone of my every move, if that's what you're asking. I wanted privacy, not a body guard. Now, if you'll please excuse me, Professor Snape, I feel the need to be in any room that doesn't have people in it."
Harry walked quite coolly out of the room, picking up his journal on the way. He weaved through rooms and had made it through the hallway when Snape finally caught up with him. Harry walked through the door and ploughed straight through a group of startled Weasleys and other friends on the staircase. They turned to follow him when he headed towards his and Ron's room.
"What the bloody Hell is that you grabbed off the table, boy?" asked Snape, making everyone turn to look at him. "Accio!"
The journal flew through Harry's hands as he turned to tell Snape that it was none of his business. He tried to catch it in the air, but it was a futile effort. Snape caught it and said,
"A diary, Potter? Well, why don't we just find out all those juicy little secrets of yours?"
"You go ahead and do that, Snape. Enjoy yourself," he said, entering the bedroom and slamming the door behind him.
"I've been gone from my birthday party for a while," Snape started loudly. "Remus has probably sent out a search party. . ."
A while later Snape ended the entry. "'I can bury the journal, but I won't burn memories. I love you, Siri. Always and forever, Harry.'"
Ron slammed through the door into the room, rage evident. Harry did not acknowledge him in any way. Harry simply continued to do whatever he was doing crouched on the floor with his back turned to Ron, which only made Ron even more furious.
"So I've been sleeping in the same room as a bloody faggot for years?! That didn't seem important enough for you to tell me, Harry?!"
"Actually, I'm bisexual. It means I like both sexes."
"I know what it means! So you're greedy when it comes to who you like, as well!"
Harry, instead of dignifying Ron with a response, stood up, slamming down the lid of his trunk. He then turned his attentions towards Hermione. He faced her, smiled weakly, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Sorry for not telling you, 'Mione. I know that certain religions are against that sort of thing. Didn't want to lose your friendship if you were against it."
"You're leaving, aren't you?" she asked, nodding to his trunk.
"For a while, at least. I can't say when I'll owl you," he said, dragging his trunk and Hedwig's cage next to the front door. Everyone watched as he did this.
"Be sure to owl me as soon as you settle down somewhere. I wish you'd stay, but I don't see how we can stop you."
"You can't." He opened the door. "Oh, and Professor Snape? If you bothered to look at the letter I sent you earlier this summer before throwing it away, it was an apology for invading your privacy. No one forced me to write that letter. No one else even knew of it. You have made it abundantly clear, however, that I will never be forgiven of my father's mistakes. I am Harry James Potter, not James Edward Potter. I only started hating you when given reason to. Goodbye everyone. Accio journal."
He walked out the door without looking back, journal in hand. Harry's feet would carry him where he wished to go. He would end up hearing the sound of gravel crunching under his feet, and would later find himself climbing up through the basement of a boarded up old building off an alleyway. For now, however, Harry only heard one thing and it would later amuse him to no end.
"Let me through," Remus growled out. "I'll stupefy him."
***