The Portrait Learns of Himself

1st A/N I've thought of a title. It's Harry Potter and Hints/Clues of the Dead. Tell me how corny you think it is and which you prefer, and if you people don't think it's too bad, the update after next will be under that title.

"Hello Harry." The portrait said as Harry came up to it. Harry just stared back.

"What? Don't I look like Sirius? " Sirius asked. Harry closed his mouth then opened it again.

"Sirius?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Yes." He answered slowly. "What's wrong?"

"You-you"

"Me, me." He teased.

"You can't be."

"Why can't I be what? A painting? You'd be surprised what boredom will drive you to do."

"You can't be here."

"Why not?"

"You're.you're dead."

"What? No, really, what's the mater?"

"You died.just a couple of weeks ago."

"I.I can't be." He said slowly, his face falling. "I was up here not that long ago. Moony was here, too." He said.

"I, I saw you fall.In the Department of Mysteries.Lestrange killed you."

He shook his head. "No.Snape," he spat, "Snape came up here--not that long ago-and criticized me, then told me to go downstairs. Said he needed to tell me something important.I've.I've just been busy.They've finally let me help with the Order."

Harry shook his head and then sat down in the desk chair. He buried his face in his hands, frustrated and choked up.

"Did I.did I really d-die, doing whatever Snape had to say?" Came a feeble voice from the corner a while later.

Harry looked up and nodded slightly.

"That git killed me?!"

"No, he tried to get you to stay here.but you insisted on going."

"Where didn't he want me to go? The Department of Mysteries? That's the place we've been guarding." Sirius's portrait's brow was furrowed in concentration, trying to comprehend the traumatic events of the past month. "Did something happen there? Did Voldemort attempt to get the proph-try to go there?" He asked, catching himself not knowing that Harry already knew about the prophecy.

Harry looked down and began to play with his hands. "He lured me there and then followed. You were supposed to stay here...but you insisted on going." He said then buried his face in his hands again.

And thus the day passed, each lost in their own thoughts.

A/N Extremely, painfully, excruciatingly short chapter, so I'm going to give you two at once. Also, I'm on my computer, which doesn't have the internet (Boo Hoo!), so I don't know who said it, but I think it was Hermione Green. Well, anyway, she asked if the portrait would still talk if it were unfinished or if there was some special charm or something. Well, I thought about it and the way it works in my imagination is that there is some kind of special paint that allows the painter or the subject's personality to be written into the painting as it is painted. And, for future reference, only Remus, Snape, and Harry know about Sirius's painting. (Snape came in to tell Sirius about the situation in the D. of M., and saw Sirius working on his self-portrait and Snape criticized it- That line was kind of confusing.) And, Sirius's portrait can't visit any other portraits because he's not on the wall; he's on the easel still. So, now you know ('Cause it's Mike's Super-Short Show! Sorry, too much Disney Channel.). Please, review, whether at this chapter (If it's long enough to even call it that.) or the next. -Liseli