Disclaimer: Sorry that I haven't updated for a while. I've been spending a lot more time on my other account. Please take a look at the stories from my other account, they're so much better than these. These are crappy compared to them. My pen name is Savoy Truffle if you want to read them. I have humour and sad stories and poems. Another account is Myzz Beatlette but those are all my crappy humours and I never update (yes, even less than this). Please review!
The first thing Remus did once he got home that night was run up Harry's room and open Harry's trunk. Lying at the bottom of his trunk was a bag full of broken remains of what looked like a mirror. Remus knew that this was the mirror that Sirius had given Harry last year; it was what Remus was looking for in the first place. Harry'sRemus pulled out his wand and pointed it into the bag, hoping that his spell would work.
"Reparo," he muttered
The broken pieces of the mirror flew together, forming back into the mirror it had once been. It would look new if there weren't a small crack on the side.
Remus looked into the mirror, hoping that the crack wasn't serious.
"Sirius Black," he said to the mirror.
Remus waited for Sirius' face to appear in the mirror. Nothing happened.
"Padfoot!"
Once again there was no reply.
"Snuffles?" he said awkwardly.
Sirius' face suddenly appeared in the mirror, bags around his eyes, his hair tousled. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Remus gasped slightly, looking into the face of his best friend. He had believed that he would never see him again, but here he was, staring back at him. Sure, it was through a mirror, but it was better than not seeing him at all.
"Hey Remus," Sirius yawned.
"Sirius, I-I can't believe it's you," Remus stuttered.
"Missed me, haven't you," Sirius grinned.
"Of course I missed you! You bloody died! Did you expect me to just get over you with the blink of an eye? It's not that easy Sirius,"
"I missed you too Mate. Now tell me, how are things down there?"
"Terrible. Absolutely terrible"
"How bad could it possible be?"
"Umm…Sirius…umm…,"
Remus wasn't sure how to explain the situation. He had never dealed with anything like this before; it was all new to him.
"Harry, tried to commit suicide…twice"
Remus looked away from the mirror.
"He WHAT?!" Sirius practically yelled, "What did he do?"
"While he was at the Dursleys he refused to eat and eventually starved himself. I found him unconscious in his room. At first I though the Dursleys had done it but then he admitted that he had been starving himself."
"And the second time?"
Sirius was shaking.
"It was at your place. In your room, to be exact. I found him bleeding to death on the floor in a puddle of his blood. He had slit his wrists. I guess the room reminded him of you. I managed to stop the bleeding and get him to St. Mungo's in time"
"Is he okay? Where is he now?"
"He's at St. Mungo's in the Healers' care. He's in pretty bad shape, but I know he'll pull through; he's a strong kid. He's made out of greater stuff than any of us."
Sirius' face suddenly became very pale, the old haunted look retuning to his eyes. It made him look at least ten years older than he already was. The look in his eyes made Remus shiver slightly.
"I knew he would do this," Sirius said, "I knew this would happen."
"But Sirius, you're dead. Can't you see everything that's happening from up there? I thought that you could see everything happening on earth from heaven. Can't you?"
"Hell no; you can't see shit from up here. That's just a myth that everyone believes in. The only thing we could see here are the other dead people."
"Are Lily and James there?"
"Yeah, they're snogging on the bed like some highly hormonal teenagers. Thank you for using the mirror at this time; you saved me from having to watch them."
"Um…Sirius, why do you look so tired?"
"Because me and James got drunk yesterday. This is one of the effects that stay long after a hangover. And believe me that was one bad hangover."
"Okay Sirius, I really didn't need to know that."
The two were silent for a few minutes until Remus broke the silence.
"Sirius, do you like Harry?" he asked.
"Of course! I love Harry, he's like a son to me. Why do you ask?"
"Because Harry thinks that you don't like him very much. I never know what to tell him because I don't know the answer. He's mentioned it twice now. Once in the hospital and another time at your funeral, during the eulogy."
"He said that?"
"That's what my ears heard. You'll have to have a little talk with him once he's better. You can talk to him through the mirror."
"Or I can talk to him face-to-face."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a way to bring me back though it's kind of hard. Are you up for it?"
"Of course! Anything for Harry."
"Well, you have to go back to the cemetery and get my corpse. Yes, I know that it sounds disgusting but you have to do it. If they've used the right spells I shouldn't be a dust yet."
Sirius stopped to laugh.
"Then take my body back to the Department Of Mysteries and throw my body back into the veil, at the same place where I had fallen. Give me a couple of minutes for me to return into my body and then bring me back with Mobilicorpus."
"Is that all?"
"Yup, it's that simple."
"Doesn't sound simple."
"Besides digging up the corpse it is"
"Whatever. I'll do it tomorrow morning, first thing. Harry's going to be so happy to see you! I can't wait. He hasn't been happy for a while."
"I can't wait either. Just make sure that he doesn't do anything before then. I can't afford to loose him."
"Don't worry, he wont. They were supposed to give him a dreamless sleep potion at eight. Therefore, he should be asleep right now. No need to worry."
"What if he does it in his sleep?"
"It's called a dreamless sleep potion. Note the word dreamless? He wont try anything and if he did he would be a miracle child."
"Harry is a miracle child."
"He won't do anything okay?"
"Okay…"
"Goodbye Padfoot, I'll be seeing you tomorrow. I bid you a good night. Please say hello to James and Lily for me"
"I will. Goodbye Reemie"
"Bye Sirius"
Remus waved his wand around the mirror to turn it off. He placed the mirror back in Harry's trunk and quietly went into his room.
Once in his room he got dressed into his pyjamas. They were the red and gold ones with little Bludgers on them that Sirius had given him during their second year. They represented their position on the Quidditch team and their house. Sirius and Remus had both been Beaters while James was a Chaser and Lily was the Seeker. Peter hadn't been on the team at all.
Remus remembered his years at Hogwarts clearly. While Sirius and James were the best of friends and closer to each other than any of the other Marauders, Sirius was still very close to Remus. Remus needed a lot of help, especially during the full moon. James and Sirius had both done an equal amount of work on becoming animagi but it was only Sirius that had been blessed with a canine form. This made it easier for them to communicate during the full moon. They were all able to control him but only Sirius was able to actually talk to him. Sirius was the one who made Remus feel most comfortable during his transformations; he even felt his feelings.
Remus couldn't wait for Sirius t return. Him dying had been the most dreadful thing that had ever happened to him and he couldn't afford to go through that again. Sirius was his bed friend, the most important thing in his life. He was the one who kept him living. Even while Sirius was dead Remus knew that Sirius cared about him and was thinking about him. This brought a lot of warmth to his heart.
He loved Sirius like a brother. They were soulmates.(A/N: NO! Not in that way!)
He was his lifeline.