Chapter Ten
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Sirius' Resurrection
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The sun shone brightly on his eyelids, and he could hear the small birds call to one another. There was a faint grumble of a car engine, and the smell of exhaust nearly made him gag.
Wait....sun? Birds? Exhaust?
Sirius' eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright.
He could feel the hard cobblestone beneath him, and couldn't quite remember where he was.
He remembered flying upwards, out of the veil...that had been painful. The veil must not be used to people leaving it, because a great amount of resistance had met him.
He noted a small pressure at his breastbone, like a string had been attached to it and was now being tugged at gently. But that wasn't important.
Sirius cleared his head and took a look around. He was sitting outside a familiar red phone booth....
A look of disbelief crossed his face as he felt around to verify that he was, indeed, back. He tapped the ground and grabbed up a handful of dirt from the gutter.
Sirius let out a triumphant shout as he stood up and brushed himself off. But as his hands hit his robes, there was a faint swishing noise and they passed right through him.
His eyes widened as he continued to run his fingers across his clothes, watching them seemly disappear before mysteriously reappearing on his other side.
But Sirius wasn't a ghost, because he could still feel, still smell, still taste....
Well, he certainly hoped he could taste. Sirius had the appetite of a small elephant, and thought that he was probably capable of eating one, too.
He tried to reach inside his pocket to grab some money, but recognized the dilemma halfway through. Thinking quickly, Sirius lay on the ground again, rolling on to his back.
People walking the street gave him bizarre looks, and they clearly thought he was insane. Not that he cared.
Finally, the sound of clanking change in Sirius' robes ceased, as a small, black moneybag fell out of his pocket.
He bent over to pick it up, and then walked haughtily over to a small café across the street.
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How can he pick up the moneybag when he seemingly just passes through everything? That would be a good question. Unfortunately, you'll all have to wait for the answer.
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A few notes:
Fair-Faye-Kahlan: Haha, you only think Mark Evans is Harry's brother... just wait.
Leto249: You'll find out soon
Pitbull2000: Don't we all?
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Sirius' Resurrection
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The sun shone brightly on his eyelids, and he could hear the small birds call to one another. There was a faint grumble of a car engine, and the smell of exhaust nearly made him gag.
Wait....sun? Birds? Exhaust?
Sirius' eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright.
He could feel the hard cobblestone beneath him, and couldn't quite remember where he was.
He remembered flying upwards, out of the veil...that had been painful. The veil must not be used to people leaving it, because a great amount of resistance had met him.
He noted a small pressure at his breastbone, like a string had been attached to it and was now being tugged at gently. But that wasn't important.
Sirius cleared his head and took a look around. He was sitting outside a familiar red phone booth....
A look of disbelief crossed his face as he felt around to verify that he was, indeed, back. He tapped the ground and grabbed up a handful of dirt from the gutter.
Sirius let out a triumphant shout as he stood up and brushed himself off. But as his hands hit his robes, there was a faint swishing noise and they passed right through him.
His eyes widened as he continued to run his fingers across his clothes, watching them seemly disappear before mysteriously reappearing on his other side.
But Sirius wasn't a ghost, because he could still feel, still smell, still taste....
Well, he certainly hoped he could taste. Sirius had the appetite of a small elephant, and thought that he was probably capable of eating one, too.
He tried to reach inside his pocket to grab some money, but recognized the dilemma halfway through. Thinking quickly, Sirius lay on the ground again, rolling on to his back.
People walking the street gave him bizarre looks, and they clearly thought he was insane. Not that he cared.
Finally, the sound of clanking change in Sirius' robes ceased, as a small, black moneybag fell out of his pocket.
He bent over to pick it up, and then walked haughtily over to a small café across the street.
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* (A/N:)
How can he pick up the moneybag when he seemingly just passes through everything? That would be a good question. Unfortunately, you'll all have to wait for the answer.
*
A few notes:
Fair-Faye-Kahlan: Haha, you only think Mark Evans is Harry's brother... just wait.
Leto249: You'll find out soon
Pitbull2000: Don't we all?