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CHAPTER 11: Sirius' Celebration
The threesome entered the Great hall at precisely fifteen minutes after eight o'clock in the morning. There were few people there, but that was to be expected. They had only told people who had known Sirius for who he was; not the murderer that the public believed. Therefore the Celebration wouldn't be nearly as crowded as the two had been yesterday. Ginny had told Harry that close to three thousand people had attended Moody's and Mungdungus' Celebrations.
They made there way to the group clustered around a table near the back of the Great Hall where the teacher's table normally was. As they went, Ron and Hermione filled Harry in on what happened at the Celebration's the day before.
"Harry!" said Remus, holding open his arms and giving Harry a hug as they approached the group. Remus looked tired and sad; the full moon was approaching in a few days. "Harry, this is the zingler, Mr. Nevets. He will be officiating today's event."
Mr. Nevets, a tall man with shaggy, blonde hair and glasses, looked more fit to be a muggle than a wizard. Harry and the others greeted him; the others had met him the day before so a few witty comments passed between them as if they were old friends.
Also in the group were Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid from the school. The other teachers that didn't know about Sirius and couldn't be allowed to know had been sent home for one last weekend before school started.
From the ministry were Tonks—whose hair today was a solemn auburn—Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, and someone Harry didn't recognize. Remus noticed Harry's inquisitiveness as to who she was and explained.
"Ah, yes, Harry. I don't believe you've met Professor Zeller?"
"Hello," said Harry, "Professor? What are you teaching? Wait, let me guess." Harry made a show of thinking hard then said, "Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
Everyone laughed and Professor Zeller said, "Yes, great guess! You must be Harry. Sirius told me so much about you. I'm glad we finally met!"
Harry pushed back the lump that was coming up his throat at the mention of Sirius and said, "So you knew him? Well?"
"Yes, I knew Sirius quite well. He went out with my sister for a while and we were in school together. I was recruited to the Order last year and met up with Sirius again. It is very sad what happened to him. You have my condolences," said Professor Zeller sadly.
"Now, I hear you excel in DADA," she said on a lighter note. "When do I get a demonstration?"
"Um," Harry said, thinking hard. He didn't feel like showcasing his skills in the middle of a Celebration. "How bout you wait until term starts when you can see?"
"Well, I guess that will have to do!"
"Isn't there a Rose Zeller? Going to be in second year, I believe?" asked Harry.
"Yes," said Professor Zeller happily. "Rose is my niece, my brother's daughter."
Remus tapped Harry lightly on the shoulder and whispered, "Why don't we take a seat. It's about to start."
They walked over to the front row of chairs facing the table at the front of the hall. Remus, Harry, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Kingsley Shacklebolt all took the front seats. Ron, Hermione and Ginny joined the rest of the Weasley family—minus Percy—a row behind them. Snape, Harry was sad to say, was sitting by himself near the back of the rows of chairs. He would really need to get that man more sociable. Professor Zeller had taken a seat in the third row with several people she appeared to know.
Harry recognized most of the people gathered as they were part of the Order. Several he hadn't seen before and made a mental note ask who they were later.
Suddenly everything went quiet as Mr. Nevets, the zingler, walked over to a podium in the center of the hall about where Dumbledore usually sat for meals during school. Remus gripped his hand tightly and Harry turned to see him consumed with sadness and loss. He shakily tried to smile at Harry, but didn't succeed. Harry just squeezed his hand back and tried to send some thoughts of encouragement to Remus' blank eyes.
"Friends, we are here today to not only mourn the passing of Sirius Black, but to celebrate his life," Mr. Nevets started. "Sirius was a good, brave man. But the Sirius most of us remember wasn't the person he was without his pranks. He was constantly causing trouble with his friends, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew who unfortunately cannot be with us today, and Remus Lupin who sits with us next to the son of James."
Harry saw Remus wince when Peter's name was mentioned. He supposed he couldn't have left him out, but it still didn't seem right to say it was unfortunate for him to not be able to be here.
"Harry James Potter meant everything in the world to Sirius, as I'm sure Sirius did to young Harry. It was a little over two years ago when they first met. Sirius, unbeknownst to Harry, was his godfather. At the time, Harry thought Sirius was out to kill him. Fortunately this was not so, and they soon met up and became the best of friends," Mr. Nevets paused here to let some of what he had said sink in.
Harry could feel Remus beside him silently crying over his best friend. Harry too felt tears begin to fill his eyes and tried as hard as he could to not let them overflow. Behind him he heard some quiet sobs and Harry could only think what if Sirius could see this.
"Hey kiddo, cheer up, I can," said Sirius from deep inside his head "I won't stay though, this is just too depressing, being witness to my own Celebration. Talk to you later, Harry. Don't get to down, it could have been worse."
Harry didn't even say anything to respond. He agreed it was best for Sirius to stay away for a few hours. As it was, Mr. Nevets was speaking again, asking Remus to come up and say a few words. Harry looked at Remus and gave him a quick smile of encouragement. He supposed he would be up there in a few minutes and he had no clue what to say.
"Thank you all for coming, first of all," said Remus, trying to shake the trembles from his voice and stop the tears. "I just want to say a few quick words and I'll try to make this short. Sirius never did like sitting through these things and I daresay I didn't either. I'm sure many of you don't enjoy it as well. As Mr. Nevets said before, Sirius was one for jokes and pranks, not very unlike Misters Fred and George Weasley here. I tried as hard as I could to keep James and him in line, but I'm afraid I was suckered into many of their devious plots.
"We have all suffered through hard times and more hard times are only to come. We must remain strong as Sirius did, through the end. We can defeat Voldemort if we all come together to work together. Many strides have been made in that direction and we must continue to do so," Remus paused, looking at Harry and Ron, Hermione and Ginny behind him.
"Those four in front of me, Harry Potter, Ron and Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger have all helped tremendously in this war thus far. And they are just students. Let's see how much more we can do, and to help them out as much as we can. For that's where our future lies. All four were very good friends of Sirius, and miss him just as much as the rest of us," Remus went on for a few more minutes about Sirius and what he had meant to him and so many others. Harry tried to listen as best as he could, but found his mind wandering to what he would say.
Finally it was Harry's turn to go up and speak. He slowly got up and made his way to the podium. His mind was formulating what to say as he looked around at his audience. "Thank you Remus. Sirius was the father I never had," Harry started out, feeling the tears start to well up again in his eyes. "I didn't know him for very long, hadn't even heard of him before my third year in fact. But by the very end of third year, I had been introduced to him and liked him instantly. I didn't get to really spend that much time with him until summer before fifth year, but that year was awesome.
"Sirius was always there when I needed him; to give advice on anything from Defense Against the Dark Arts to girls. My only wish is that I could have had him in my life for longer--," Harry was cut off with a sharp pain through his head, ravaging to his scar. Not here! He thought wildly. He had to finish his speech. Sirius would be upset. He could here scared voices and several people were screaming for someone to help him. Then he heard and saw no more.
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Harry woke up fifteen minutes later in Remus' arms. "Are you ok, Harry?" asked Remus worriedly. Then in answer to his questioningly look, "We've postponed the Celebration for a few minutes until you can join us again. No, you won't have to speak again."
Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape were all crowded around Harry anxiously. "What did you see Potter?" asked Snape, unconsciously rubbing his left forearm.
Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore and said, "Nothing really. It was odd. I felt a burst of pain in my scar, then saw the outline of Voldemort's face in a green haze. Then his face turned to Lestrange's," Harry felt a burning fury building up in him at the thought of her. "Then it ended and I saw…Sirius," Harry choked up. "…Sirius falling through the veil with that look on his face."
Remus gripped Harry tighter and nodded. Harry thought he must also be dreaming of Sirius falling through the veil. There was that one look on his face that made it difficult to stand; a look of fear and surprise.
McGonagall helped Remus get Harry to his feet and led him back to his seat. He gave Ron, Hermione and Ginny a look that said he was ok. They were about to say something, but Mr. Nevets stood up again and Mrs. Weasley shushed them.
"We are sorry for the delay so we will skip to the next part of this Celebration, the viewing of memories. Those who wish to donate a memory please come over here. The rest of you sit back and meditate."
Harry, Remus, Dumbledore, and several others got up and followed the zingler into the room adjoining the Great Hall. "Now this is a screen pensieve," explained Mr. Nevets. "It is used just like a regular pensieve but is projected onto a screen to watch like a muggle movie."
"You first, Harry," said Remus.
Harry thought hard then deposited a memory of Christmas Day at Grimmauld Place from the year before. Sirius was entertaining everyone and people were having a good time with no thought of the war. He stepped back when he was done and Remus went forward to deposit his. Once everyone had placed their memories into the pensieve, Harry and Remus walked back to their seats and sat down with the others.
Mr. Nevets then came in and placed the bowl by the huge screen and said an incantation that no one could hear. He then said very clearly, "Harry Potter's Memory."
Harry's memory came up and Harry sank into it as if he was there by the roaring fire once again. Once during the showing Harry glanced around him and saw people mesmerized in the memory. Many were wiping their eyes and those that had been there were smiling and recounting their memory of the time. Harry was glad his memory had made such an effect on everyone.
When it was finally over, Mr. Nevets announced, "Remus Lupin's Memory."
Remus' memory was of their time at Hogwarts. They looked to be about fourth year and Sirius, Remus, Peter and James were all present. Harry was enthralled with the memory. To see all three of them there was amazing. Harry's dad was about to pull a prank on Sirius and one Chrysanthemum Zeller.
"Now James, don't you think that is pushing it a bit far?" said a young Remus Lupin who was studying in the library with Harry's father.
"Mooney, do you think I would do this to him if he hadn't done something entirely worse to me last week?" simpered James, looking innocent.
"I don't even think you would do it, I know you would, and that's what bothers me," said Remus, frowning at his notes.
"Your never any fun," said James, getting up and packing his school books. "See you at dinner!"
The memory skipped ahead to dinner, when Remus' memory with James and resumed.
"So," James was casually saying to Sirius, "How's Chrys coming along?"
"Great," said Sirius looking at him suspiciously. "Why? What do you care?"
"Oh, nothing," said James while stuffing his face full of mashed potatoes. "Just wondering," he snuck Remus a quick look. Remus pretended not to notice.
"What did you do now Prongs?" asked Sirius studying his food carefully to see if it had been tampered with. He then looked quickly over at Chrys at the Ravenclaw table. She saw him looking and gave him a shy smile. He smiled back then turned to back to his food.
"Well, I've got to go. Some last minute homework for Potions, you know," said James, getting up quickly and not looking at Sirius. "See you later," he dashed out of the hall leaving his friends sitting there in shock.
"What's he up to Mooney?" asked Sirius.
"I'm not sure," said Remus slowly. "Peter, do you know?" he asked the slightly pudgy boy beside him.
"N…n…no," he squeaked.
"Oh well, it's probably nothing," he turned back to his food, stuffing it down as quickly as he could. As soon as he was done he left, only pausing to grab Chrys's hand and lead her out to the grounds as he usually did after dinner. There they would take long walks.
Remus quickly finished up his dinner and hurried to the Entrance Hall. No matter how much he scolded the others for their pranks, he still enjoyed seeing the results. This would be good, he knew it.
He lingered in the hall while everyone else finished eating, waiting for something to happen. Then he spied James coming towards him with a big grin on his face and carrying a bundle of stuff which looked suspiciously like Dung Bombs.
People were starting to come out of the Great Hall and head back to their common rooms. They didn't make much headway however, as of the first few that had ventured up the hall had come back gagging and holding their hands over their nose and mouth.
"Don't go that way!" gasped one second year Ravenclaw boy. "Somebody's set off a bloody load of Dung Bombs!"
As the word spread, people gathered in the hall to wait for the smell to recede. James laughed and said, "Perfect!"
A few minutes later the doors opened and in walked Sirius and Chrysanthemum, hand in hand, totally engrossed in each other. All of a sudden a few students started pointing and laughing hysterically.
Soon the whole hall was laughing. Sirius and Chrys, unsure of what was happening, joined in the laughter. They then realized that everyone was laughing at THEM, and quickly shut up, staring at each other in horror.
They had somehow switched hair. Sirius had Chrys' long, straight blonde hair while Chrys had Sirius' shaggy black hair. There was also a sign floating above them that read: ATTENTION STUDENTS—ACCORDING TO MR. PRONGS, MR. BLACK HAS SPECIFICALLY SAID NOT TO DIVULGE THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION. MR. BLACK HAS STATED THAT HE LOVES CHRYSANTHEMUM ZELLER TO THE BOTTOM OF HIS BLACK HEART AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO HER IF DARED. THIS IS THE DARE, SIRIUS. RIGHT HERE AND NOW I WANT YOU SNOGGING HER AS YOU DID IN THE BROOM CLOSET LAST NIGHT. IF NOT UP TO MY EXPECTATIONS A DREADFUL JINX WILL BEFALL YOU.
Sirius and Chrys were standing in shock as everyone expectantly waited for their reactions. Sirius was apparently doing some serious quick thinking. Seeing no way to get out of it, he grabbed the protesting Chrys and planted his mouth on hers.
Everyone was yelling and applauding. Remus looked at James who was hysterical with laughter. "Remus, old buddy," he gasped. "If you would have seen what he was doing in the broom closet. Not even close to this!"
Remus cringed with the thought of what must have been happening. Then Sirius and Chrys stopped and Sirius shouted, "Well? Was that good enough for you?"
A loud voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once said joyfully, "No, and you know it. Here's the jinx!"
Remus saw James cast a spell from his hiding place behind a statue. Sirius immediately started babbling inanities. "You bloody…I love you James…git what have you…I love you James…done to me!" Then as an afterthought, "I love you James!"
This only caused uproar in the people in the corridor. Remus was laughing as well and could here someone shout out, "We love you to Sirius!"
After a few moments the crowd began to disperse as teachers came out to see what was up. Sirius was left stuttering and trying hard not to say "I love you" to whomever he was talking to at the current time.
The memory faded out, leaving the crowd at the Celebration laughing with tears coming down. Harry was laughing and crying at the same time as was Remus. He whispered to Remus, "How long did he go on saying that?"
"Three days," said Remus laughing. "I told James it should have been a week."
As the laughter quieted down, Mr. Nevets said, "Albus Dumbledore's Memory." Harry was quickly absorbed into that memory. It was of a time before the first war, at Christmas. Harry's parents were there, along with Remus, Sirius and Peter, Dumbledore (of course), McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, and many others that Harry didn't know or didn't recognize.
After Dumbledore's memory there were several others; many were along the same lines as those before. Finally, when it was all over, Mr. Nevets again stood up.
"Now I will perform the last rites. I will need the help of Remus, Harry, and Albus. Please step forward gentlemen," he said, sweeping his hand across the hall inviting them to join him.
Harry got up with Remus and Dumbledore and stood beside Mr. Nevets. "All right, we must all join hands and feel the memories of Sirius sweep through us. Imagine the good of his life—not his death."
Harry joined hands with Remus and Mr. Nevets and closed his eyes, soaking in the thought and smell of his godfather. He didn't really know how this was going to work, but had an idea.
"Good," said Mr. Nevets. "Now breathe deeply and concentrate. The incantation will come to you through the link we have formed. Say it with me."
Harry saw the words coming to him and said in sync with the others, "Sirius, you are now gone, but will never be forgotten. Godfather, friend, comrade and counselor, stay with us in spirit always and may your soul rest in peace in the afterlife."
There was a swirl of magic around them. It enveloped the four holding hands and spiraled upward in a rainbow of colors, causing Harry to lose his breath. Inside him, Harry could feel the emotions and memories that knowing Sirius had brought him. First there was hate and anger from when he believed Sirius gave up his parents to Voldemort and then was coming after him. Then there was relief and happiness at finding out Sirius was not the traitor he had always believed him to be. Happiness when Sirius asked him to come and live with him, the friendship and the love that comes between godfather and godson in times of trouble.
All of these filled Harry deeply and washed away most of the grief and sadness he had felt weighing down his shoulders these last three months. Most of the grief was gone; but not all. He still felt sadness and longing; one that a last rights ritual couldn't make go away. Shouldn't make go away.
At last the spiral upheaval of colors, memories and magic ended, leaving Harry, Remus and Dumbledore exhausted and drained. Finally Mr. Nevets, who had also slouched down with the effort, straightened up and said quietly to the three, "Well done. I haven't had such an experience for one person in a long time. Sirius will surely be resting in peace."
Remus and Dumbledore helped Harry to his feet and they went back down to join the congregation who was sitting there in awe and wonder. Hermione, Ron and Ginny bustled over to see how Harry was doing. He was just thankful the Celebration was finally over.
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Ron and Hermione were walking ahead of Harry and Ginny who were walking with Remus towards the castle. They had been out on the grounds, reminiscing and talking excitedly of the Quidditch game the next day. Snape had given Harry permission to spend a few hours with his friends before going to his quarters in the dungeons. Privately, Harry thought the man was going soft—but was just as happy as his friends at the chance to be able to go spend some free time—the last of their summer—together on the grounds.
"Remus, I loved your memory," said Ginny, glancing sidelong at Harry as she noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands and walking very close together. . Harry felt heat rise to his face and concentrated on what Remus was saying. Did Ginny mean what he thought she did?
"Thanks, Ginny," Remus was saying. "I thought it would cheer up this pathetic mop of a wizard to see his father and all of us at work during school. Don't go getting any ideas now, you two," he said, smiling as he ruffled Harry's hair.
Harry grinned. He had already told Remus how much he appreciated that memory and how much it had done for him. "What will you be doing now Remus? What is the Order up to?"
"Harry, you know I can't tell you," sighed Remus, gazing off into the distance as the three of them sat down on the same rock by the lake Harry was at when Snape talked to him.
"Don't keep me in the dark, Remus. Let me join the Order!" said Harry, strong conviction in his voice.
"I wish it were that easy," Remus said. "Harry, Dumbledore told me of the prophecy. You need to be kept safe at all costs until you come of age and can fight Voldemort. Until then you must stay in school and train as hard as you can. We will all help you. You must find the 'power you know not' and learn how to harness it. You must understand Harry, it is for you good."
"I know," said Harry angrily, throwing a rock into the lake. Artemis eagerly jumped in after it. "I know, but I want to do something, I feel like I'm of no use, when I should be."
Ginny was silent through all of this, content to let Harry and Remus have their conversation. She was sitting beside Harry, a little closer than normal too. Remus winked at her without Harry noticing. She blushed.
"Harry, there is something I must ask you," said Remus, averting his eyes in a almost nervous and bashful way. "Dumbledore was given the power of naming a new guardian. He has asked me if I would like to, as I am the obvious choice. I said I would have to ask you first. Would you like me as your guardian Harry?"
Harry was speechless. "It's ok if you would rather have someone else…" said Remus petering off.
Then Harry started laughing. This reminded him so much like another person who had said almost the same thing. "I'm sorry Remus," said Harry, trying to stop laughing. "Of course I would like you to be my guardian, I would have no other!"
Remus looked relieved but still a little nervous as to why Harry was laughing. "Remus, Sirius said the exact same thing to me," he said. "He didn't think I'd want to come live with him, but I did. I'm sorry."
"That's ok, Harry," said Remus, putting his arm around him. "Then it's settled. I'll tell Dumbledore tonight." He got up and brushed off his robes. "Well, I've got to be back to the castle. See you two in the morning. And Harry? Don't let Snape bother you tonight," he smiled mischievously at Ginny and waved goodbye.
Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight and now it was just Harry and Ginny with Artemis as a witness.
There were a few minutes of awkward silence between the two. They sat there watching Artemis splash and play in the water before curling up in a sunny spot to sleep.
"So, how have you been, Ginny?" Harry asked awkwardly.
"I'm ok," she responded, the sun reflecting off her red hair in an elegant way. "Are you ok? What happened during your speech?"
Harry shrugged and said, "All I know is that I saw Voldemort's face in a green haze. Then it turned into Lestrange's face. And I saw Sirius falling through the veil. I always see him falling through the veil."
Ginny patted his back comfortingly and Harry felt shivers going up his spine. "Remember I'm here for you Harry. If you need to tell me anything, I can listen."
Harry choked back a lump in his throat and said, "Whenever—whenever I see her, there is this rage rushing through me, unchecked. I cannot stop it. It's like what I felt last year when Dumbledore wouldn't look at me. Then when he did, I felt a snake wake up inside me and want to strike him. Just the thought of that…woman wakens that rage, just a hundred times worse. I want to hurt her as much as I can; to kill her. I don't know why. Help me Ginny!" he felt tears well up in his eyes and brushed them away feeling foolish.
Ginny didn't know what to do; she hadn't seen Harry like this ever. She tentatively reached around him and pulled him into a hug, one much like the one he had given her when she had melted down after he told them the prophecy.
After about five minutes like this, Ginny saw Artemis raise his head warily to the sound of approaching footsteps. Ginny quickly helped Harry up as Draco came around the tree.
"There you are," he said, looking from Harry to Ginny and back again, unaware of what he had almost walked in on. "Professor Snape says you've got to come serve your "detention" now, or else you can't go to the Quidditch game tomorrow."
Harry sighed. He had just begun to feel comfortable around Ginny and now he would most likely be embarrassed tomorrow. He looked apologetically at Ginny, who smiled in understanding.
"Come on Artemis," Harry beckoned the little dog to his side.
Ginny sat back down and said, "Good night, Harry. Draco. See you tomorrow!" she gave Harry another big smile then turned back to the lake as the boys went on their way back to the castle.
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"So Potter, got yourself a girlfriend for real now?" smirked Draco as they walked down the stairs leading to the dungeons.
"I don't know what you are talking about," said Harry, trying to sound indifferent. "Ginny and I are friends. We have been ever since I met Ron."
"Whatever you say, lover boy. Don't think I don't see that blush or embarrassment," Draco said tauntingly.
"Whatever, Malfoy," said Harry. Then to Artemis, "Come on boy, let's lose this scoundrel."
"I don't think so, Potter. You don't know your way," said Draco happily.
Harry was downcast only for a moment, then found themselves close to the entrance. They quickly entered and went through the maze that led them to Snape's quarters.
Snape met them at the door to his rooms and let them in without a word. He quickly shut it behind them and said, "Potter, to your room," Harry looked at him in disbelief. "It is a detention is it not?" he glared at Harry.
Harry went to the room he shared with Draco and put his stuff down at the foot of his bed. Since he didn't have anything to do, he took out his Wizwit and wrote a few messages to his friends. To his delight, they immediately replied.
They mostly asked how he was doing and not to get to upset at Snape or Malfoy. He replied that he wouldn't, but would be glad to be out of there in the morning. He absolutely couldn't wait for the Quidditch game.
At that moment, when Harry was writing his fourth response, Snape came in and summoned the Wizwit to his outstretched hand.
"Hey!" shouted Harry in protest. "That's mine!"
"Not tonight it isn't, Mr. Potter. Did you forget you are in detention? And that I can see everything you write? You may have it back in the morning. Good night!"
Harry frustratedly kicked his bed, cursing when a burst of pain went up his leg. Still cursing, everything from Snape to the bed, Harry collapsed on the bed and realized he was a lot more tired than he had thought. A few seconds after his head touched his pillow, he was asleep.
A/N: Well, not as soon as I had hoped, but I've been really busy. I also wished to get through the Quidditch game this chapter, but, alas, I guess not. Well, please review and tell me how you liked it!