Harry took one last glance at Moody, Lupin and Tonks and the rest of the
gang before walking with Dursleys. Vernon was shaking with anger or fright,
or maybe both. Petunia was doing the usual thing of pursing her lips
together and as for Dudley, he was looking decidely ill, as if he expected
a Dementor to come charging at him any second. Harry neither knew or cared
what the Dursleys thought, as his mind was on how to survive the summer.
Last summer his glimmer of hope and happiness remained solely on the fact
that he could write to Sirius, and that maybe one day he could live with
him. This, wasnt going to happen for two reason. The first and foremost
being that Sirius had died battling the Death Eater called Lestrange. He
had died saving Harry, therefore Harry knew that it was all his fault for
being lured there in the first place. But it was his love for - Harry
stopped, took his glasses from his face and wiped at his eyes, furious that
hed cried openly in front of the Dursleys. In his anger, Harry kicked a
trash can, knocking it over, creating a loud crash and a glare from
Vernon, who was obviously struggling not to hit Harry. The second reason,
which was hard to think about, but no where near as hard as Sirius, was
that the Dursleys was the only place that Harry was completely safe from
Voldermort. Had something to do with love. Love, yeah, well, I loved Sirius
and - Harry caught himself again, tears threatening again. He wiped at them
roughly and shoved his glasses back on. He had been too angry, too empty,
too numb and too much in shock to take in much of what Dumbledore had said,
but he had picked up on the gist of it. Murder, or be murdered. Harry didnt
like the former, but preferred it to the latter, and anyway, its not like
hes killing someone innocent. But before Voldermort, Harry was determined
to get Lestrange...
As they climbed into the car, Harry decided, that, instead of immersing himself into thoughts of the wizarding world as they drove to Privet Drive, as it hurt too much, he'd actually listen to the Dursleys talk. Obviously trying to forget what they had just heard, Petunia put the radio on. Dudley immediately complained and was allowed, immeditaely, to put his latest rock album on. Evanescence, Fallen. Harry hated rock music. All angsty and angry and loud and...But this time, he realised could relate to it pretty well. Dudley reached forward and put "Bring Me To Life" on repeat, and very loud. Harry was even more pissed off and upset by this, due to the fact that Sirius had just died. The lyrics, however, related to what Harry was feeling. Dead on the inside. He needs bringing to life, but the only way that could be done is to bring Sirius to back to li - Harry suddenly jumped, his scar twitching painfully. Dudley looked nervously around, moved further away from Harry on the backseat, if that was possible. Petunia looked sharply around, but Harry didnt look at her. Something inside Harry stirred - he was a wizard. Dumbledore was. There is no limit to the magic...if theres a spell to kill someone..maybe...just maybe...theres one to bring someone back...someone who died an unnatural death..Harry started thinking, and wondered if Dumbledore would do it...He seriously doubted it. If he couldnt do it with good magic, he would invoke the darkest of magics to bring Sirius back.
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The girl sat in Dumbledores office, in the same seat that Harry had sat at the end of the year. If a girl is what you could call her....True, she had the appeareance of a 18 year old, but she was much, much older...
The girl had her legs pulled into her body, and sat resting her head on her knees, leaning against the arm of the chair rather than the back, so that she was slightly turned away from Dumbledore. Her dark brown hair was raggedy and her cheeks were hollow, and her deep brown eyes flecked with gold were staring ahead, at Dumbledore, or, rather, through him. Unblinking. In shock. Dumbledore had told her the news about Sirius, and she did exactly the opposite of what he had expected her to do. He expected her to rant and deny it like Harry had done. What she did, was say one word in her husky, throaty voice, quietly, a voice that hadnt been used in almost 16 years. "Dead." Then she had sat there, for the past half an hour, and stared ahead. Dumbledore sat quietly, patiently. Her eyes had glassed over with tears, but none had fallen. Then, she cleared her throat and said. "How long have I been asleep?" To which Dumbledore replied - "Almost 16 years. From the end of First War, and you have awoken at the begining of the Second War." The girl twisted around her seat, to make her body face directly as Dumbledore. "No." she said. "I was...concious before then. When Sirius broke out of- " her voice broke, and the tears that had threatend to come fell, too numb to even comprehend what Dumbledore had told her, and the girl struggled to regain her composure, knowing that, at the moment, there were things to discuss, things that she had to do, things that she wanted to know, such as why she fell asleep,what has happened in the time since,why she hasnt aged a day,why Dumbledore had brought her to the school he expelled her from when she was 16,why she was even talking to the man that had allowed her to be split up from her one true love, and why and how he had died...
As they climbed into the car, Harry decided, that, instead of immersing himself into thoughts of the wizarding world as they drove to Privet Drive, as it hurt too much, he'd actually listen to the Dursleys talk. Obviously trying to forget what they had just heard, Petunia put the radio on. Dudley immediately complained and was allowed, immeditaely, to put his latest rock album on. Evanescence, Fallen. Harry hated rock music. All angsty and angry and loud and...But this time, he realised could relate to it pretty well. Dudley reached forward and put "Bring Me To Life" on repeat, and very loud. Harry was even more pissed off and upset by this, due to the fact that Sirius had just died. The lyrics, however, related to what Harry was feeling. Dead on the inside. He needs bringing to life, but the only way that could be done is to bring Sirius to back to li - Harry suddenly jumped, his scar twitching painfully. Dudley looked nervously around, moved further away from Harry on the backseat, if that was possible. Petunia looked sharply around, but Harry didnt look at her. Something inside Harry stirred - he was a wizard. Dumbledore was. There is no limit to the magic...if theres a spell to kill someone..maybe...just maybe...theres one to bring someone back...someone who died an unnatural death..Harry started thinking, and wondered if Dumbledore would do it...He seriously doubted it. If he couldnt do it with good magic, he would invoke the darkest of magics to bring Sirius back.
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The girl sat in Dumbledores office, in the same seat that Harry had sat at the end of the year. If a girl is what you could call her....True, she had the appeareance of a 18 year old, but she was much, much older...
The girl had her legs pulled into her body, and sat resting her head on her knees, leaning against the arm of the chair rather than the back, so that she was slightly turned away from Dumbledore. Her dark brown hair was raggedy and her cheeks were hollow, and her deep brown eyes flecked with gold were staring ahead, at Dumbledore, or, rather, through him. Unblinking. In shock. Dumbledore had told her the news about Sirius, and she did exactly the opposite of what he had expected her to do. He expected her to rant and deny it like Harry had done. What she did, was say one word in her husky, throaty voice, quietly, a voice that hadnt been used in almost 16 years. "Dead." Then she had sat there, for the past half an hour, and stared ahead. Dumbledore sat quietly, patiently. Her eyes had glassed over with tears, but none had fallen. Then, she cleared her throat and said. "How long have I been asleep?" To which Dumbledore replied - "Almost 16 years. From the end of First War, and you have awoken at the begining of the Second War." The girl twisted around her seat, to make her body face directly as Dumbledore. "No." she said. "I was...concious before then. When Sirius broke out of- " her voice broke, and the tears that had threatend to come fell, too numb to even comprehend what Dumbledore had told her, and the girl struggled to regain her composure, knowing that, at the moment, there were things to discuss, things that she had to do, things that she wanted to know, such as why she fell asleep,what has happened in the time since,why she hasnt aged a day,why Dumbledore had brought her to the school he expelled her from when she was 16,why she was even talking to the man that had allowed her to be split up from her one true love, and why and how he had died...
