Hey sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter... I got lotsa stuff I gotta do for school, and blah blah blah... etc. etc.
Thanks 4 the reviews, everyone! O, and Hp-Azn... is my story really that predictable? Oh well...I guess I'll stop putting teasers.
Nuthing else really to say... so here's chapter 5.
Harry sat on his bed glumly. He had to get up, but it seemed like he was glued to his seat. His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings, none of which he wanted anyone to know. There were some he even didn't understand. He was unsure of so many things...
There was one thing Harry was positive about: he couldn't continue like this. Ever since that battle with Voldemort last year, he had gone completely downhill. Sirius was the solid, strong rock he could hold onto. With him gone, Harry was just swept away in the crashing waves. What with all of the friends he'd lost... and all the nights he'd cried himself to sleep... all of the decisions he'd hidden from everyone. He recalled painfully, his hand straying to his wrist.
Harry sighed, and began to tremble. So this was it. He was sure it would work this time. He had wondered how he should do it, and he decided that quick and painless would be best. Slowly, he reached inside his robes, drawing his wand. Before, he had used it for so many other things...so many good things. The light reflected off of it, giving it an eerie, menacing shine. He had never taken the time to think about the dangerous things it could really do.
But now he was about to find out.
Harry gulped and pointed it towards himself.
"Ava-...A-..." A tiny spark flew out of the end of his wand, but he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He felt tension rising in his chest. It was getting hard to breathe.
Harry cleared his throat and tried to reassure himself. Someday you're going to be either a victim or a murderer, he thought, remembering the prophecy. Why wait to find out, when you can just be both right now?
He raised the wand once more, and began to speak- this time more firmly.
"Avada Keda-"
"Wait, Harry!"
He whirled around, and his eyes widened.
"SIRIUS?" He gasped.
And there he was. Standing in all his shining glory. Or standing there, anyway. His clothes were a little shabby, a little torn. His face was dirty, and he looked tired. But his eyes were smiling broadly.
Harry couldn't think of words. He couldn't think of anything. Sirius was there? But... but how? Confusion twisted his mind, but was quickly taken over by joy. Pure, sweet bliss like he hadn't felt in a long time.
Harry dropped the wand and sprinted across the room. Sirius was smiling, with open arms. They embraced each other, both sobbing. Harry knew everything was okay now. Everything was going to be fine. He was floating on a feathery cloud, far above everything.
After a few minutes, Harry snapped back to reality. He pulled away from Sirius and looked at him curiously.
"S-sirius?"
"Uh...yeah."
"B-but...but..." Harry stammered. "But how?"
Sirius grinned mischievously, and waved his hand in the air. Harry noticed that he wasn't just waving his hand; he was holding something.
"Invisibility cloak." Sirius said slyly.
"I mean...you were...I thought you were..." Harry paused, licking his lips. He whispered the word hoarsely. "...dead."
Sirius smiled, now more grateful than sly.
"So did I."
Harry didn't need to ask him to explain. Sirius spilled it out automatically.
"The fact is, when I fell behind that curtain, I went into some kind of other dimension. I could see you looking for me, calling my name, but you couldn't see me. I saw that terrible look on your face, and I wanted so badly to wipe your tears."
Harry could feel his vision blur again. Sirius continued.
"I searched for some way to get back. It was a strange kind of place, really hollow and empty. There was just a ground I was walking on, and everything was white. Pure white. For a second, I thought I was in heaven or something,. I walked around for hours, and it just went on and on. I finally saw something. It was a window. I looked through it, and saw this swirling blue...thingy."
Harry smiled at the familiar way Sirius talked.
"Anyway, there were a whole bunch of people's faced... like tons of them crowded in this one area. They were all talking, kind of faded-looking. Then I saw one that looked familiar. It was your parents, Harry."
Harry's heart leapt. His parents?
"They saw me and smiled. They started to explain what was going on. They said the white room I was walking in was the area just between living and dead. The part behind the window, where their faces were floating, was the land of the dead or something. And behind that tiny window was an endless amount of space, where the spirits of all of the people who ever died, were dwelling. All of the ones who weren't ghosts, that is."
Sirius frowned. "I'm still not exactly sure how that whole ghost thing works." He shook his head and continued.
"I was about to open the window, and they stopped me. They told me if I opened the window, I would become one with them and all of the other spirits. They called on a bunch of other floating faces, and they did some weird chant. Suddenly, I was back in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix again. The first thing I thought of was 'Oh, god, I hope Harry hasn't taken this whole thing too bad.' And I came to see you. And you had taken it bad. I was waiting for the right time to appear to you again. I didn't want to scare you."
Sirius finished with a sigh. He looked up at Harry, who was gazing at him happily.
Both of them didn't seem to notice the footsteps coming up the stairs. They were still sitting like that when the blonde boy walked in.
Thanks 4 the reviews, everyone! O, and Hp-Azn... is my story really that predictable? Oh well...I guess I'll stop putting teasers.
Nuthing else really to say... so here's chapter 5.
Harry sat on his bed glumly. He had to get up, but it seemed like he was glued to his seat. His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings, none of which he wanted anyone to know. There were some he even didn't understand. He was unsure of so many things...
There was one thing Harry was positive about: he couldn't continue like this. Ever since that battle with Voldemort last year, he had gone completely downhill. Sirius was the solid, strong rock he could hold onto. With him gone, Harry was just swept away in the crashing waves. What with all of the friends he'd lost... and all the nights he'd cried himself to sleep... all of the decisions he'd hidden from everyone. He recalled painfully, his hand straying to his wrist.
Harry sighed, and began to tremble. So this was it. He was sure it would work this time. He had wondered how he should do it, and he decided that quick and painless would be best. Slowly, he reached inside his robes, drawing his wand. Before, he had used it for so many other things...so many good things. The light reflected off of it, giving it an eerie, menacing shine. He had never taken the time to think about the dangerous things it could really do.
But now he was about to find out.
Harry gulped and pointed it towards himself.
"Ava-...A-..." A tiny spark flew out of the end of his wand, but he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He felt tension rising in his chest. It was getting hard to breathe.
Harry cleared his throat and tried to reassure himself. Someday you're going to be either a victim or a murderer, he thought, remembering the prophecy. Why wait to find out, when you can just be both right now?
He raised the wand once more, and began to speak- this time more firmly.
"Avada Keda-"
"Wait, Harry!"
He whirled around, and his eyes widened.
"SIRIUS?" He gasped.
And there he was. Standing in all his shining glory. Or standing there, anyway. His clothes were a little shabby, a little torn. His face was dirty, and he looked tired. But his eyes were smiling broadly.
Harry couldn't think of words. He couldn't think of anything. Sirius was there? But... but how? Confusion twisted his mind, but was quickly taken over by joy. Pure, sweet bliss like he hadn't felt in a long time.
Harry dropped the wand and sprinted across the room. Sirius was smiling, with open arms. They embraced each other, both sobbing. Harry knew everything was okay now. Everything was going to be fine. He was floating on a feathery cloud, far above everything.
After a few minutes, Harry snapped back to reality. He pulled away from Sirius and looked at him curiously.
"S-sirius?"
"Uh...yeah."
"B-but...but..." Harry stammered. "But how?"
Sirius grinned mischievously, and waved his hand in the air. Harry noticed that he wasn't just waving his hand; he was holding something.
"Invisibility cloak." Sirius said slyly.
"I mean...you were...I thought you were..." Harry paused, licking his lips. He whispered the word hoarsely. "...dead."
Sirius smiled, now more grateful than sly.
"So did I."
Harry didn't need to ask him to explain. Sirius spilled it out automatically.
"The fact is, when I fell behind that curtain, I went into some kind of other dimension. I could see you looking for me, calling my name, but you couldn't see me. I saw that terrible look on your face, and I wanted so badly to wipe your tears."
Harry could feel his vision blur again. Sirius continued.
"I searched for some way to get back. It was a strange kind of place, really hollow and empty. There was just a ground I was walking on, and everything was white. Pure white. For a second, I thought I was in heaven or something,. I walked around for hours, and it just went on and on. I finally saw something. It was a window. I looked through it, and saw this swirling blue...thingy."
Harry smiled at the familiar way Sirius talked.
"Anyway, there were a whole bunch of people's faced... like tons of them crowded in this one area. They were all talking, kind of faded-looking. Then I saw one that looked familiar. It was your parents, Harry."
Harry's heart leapt. His parents?
"They saw me and smiled. They started to explain what was going on. They said the white room I was walking in was the area just between living and dead. The part behind the window, where their faces were floating, was the land of the dead or something. And behind that tiny window was an endless amount of space, where the spirits of all of the people who ever died, were dwelling. All of the ones who weren't ghosts, that is."
Sirius frowned. "I'm still not exactly sure how that whole ghost thing works." He shook his head and continued.
"I was about to open the window, and they stopped me. They told me if I opened the window, I would become one with them and all of the other spirits. They called on a bunch of other floating faces, and they did some weird chant. Suddenly, I was back in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix again. The first thing I thought of was 'Oh, god, I hope Harry hasn't taken this whole thing too bad.' And I came to see you. And you had taken it bad. I was waiting for the right time to appear to you again. I didn't want to scare you."
Sirius finished with a sigh. He looked up at Harry, who was gazing at him happily.
Both of them didn't seem to notice the footsteps coming up the stairs. They were still sitting like that when the blonde boy walked in.
