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Chapter Two: Breaking the Pattern
Harry lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Old food dishes littered his floor and desk. His trunk was abandoned and collecting dust at the foot of his bed. Hedwig's empty cage, perched precariously on his dresser, needed cleaning. He hadn't changed his clothing since the trip back to Privet Drive, and that had been two weeks ago. He only got up to use the bathroom and he only ate out of habit. Everything was like a dream. He was suspended between two realities: one had Sirius in it. He was smiling and it was everything that Harry needed. The other was dark and what it held was unknown to Harry.
The dull ache in his heart never left him. Sirius had been a friend, a brother and a father to Harry. Salty tears rolled down his face every time he thought about Sirius. He ignored letters from Ron and Hermione. He only felt comfortable talking to Remus. Remus had lost the last of his best friends; He had lost his lover, he had lost his Sirius.
Harry had found out about his godfather's and former professor's relationship last summer after walking in to their bedroom one night, thinking it was a bathroom. Harry had quickly turned around and walked back to his room. After getting over the shock of it, Harry had been ok with the thought.
Remus' letters lay open on Harry's night stand. He knew almost every one by heart. The words brought comfort to him. Knowing that Sirius had been well loved lifted a weight off of Harry's chest. He trusted that Remus wouldn't worry Harry's other friends by telling them the truth of his feelings.
The only other person Harry had considered writing to was Ginny. Something about her dating Dean Thomas made his stomach lurch. He had actually started writing a letter to her, but had burned it. He realized that he had feelings for her, but would tell her in person…if he could summon up enough of that Gryffindor courage, that is. Would she really want him…now?
SMACK
Harry jumped out of his thoughts and looked up to see the crumpled form of Hedwig on the window ledge. Harry jumped out of bed and ran over to the window. He unlocked it and it swung open. He scooped Hedwig up and set her in her cage. He inspected her, but she was okay, only stunned. He untied the letter attached to her leg and tossed it on to his unopened pile.
BANG
Harry shielded his eyes from the light now enveloping the room. It was coming from the newly arrived letter. The voice of Dumbledore rang out through out the room.
"Because you are too wrapped up in self pity Harry, I will read the letter for you: Sirius's funeral will take place tomorrow a one o'clock in the afternoon. I will arrive at the Dursleys' at three o'clock this after noon. Please take a shower and burn those foul clothes you have on. Albus Dumbledore."
Harry sighed. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
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Sirius lay in his bed. He was tired. He could go to sleep in an instant or he could ask the guardian to wake him up. You could ask the guardian to do or give you anything you wanted. Well, anything you wanted except contact to the living world. You had to do that yourself…if you could figure out how.
The image of a heartbroken Harry and a heartbroken Remus haunted his mind. He would never be able to set his mind at ease unless he could just see them one last time. He would tell them that he loved them and that they had to live their lives without him. He was in a better place.
An idea popped into Sirius's head. He jumped out of bed and went to the mirror. He looked at his reflection. The physical scars of his time in Azkaban had been removed and he looked much like he did when he graduated from Hogwarts. They all did. But he wasn't going to think about that now. He wouldn't tell James and Lily anything till he got back. He didn't want to give them false hope that this might actually work.
Sirius placed his hands on either side of the mirror. He stared his reflection right in the eye and spoke very clearly.
"Harry Potter."
The mirror swirled in a mist of grey and blue. The glass cleared and he saw a tombstone, his tombstone. Many of Sirius's friends were gathered around it. Harry stood between Remus and Ginny. Ron and Hermione were on Ginny's right. They were on a hill side in the idle of a cemetery. Sirius took in the scene of his funeral and was about to turn away when he remembered what he was there for. He took a deep breath and looked Harry right in the eyes.
"Harry? Hello. Harry? Can you hear me?"
Harry said nothing. Nor did he do anything to signal that he was hearing Sirius's voice. Sirius sighed heavily. Suddenly, the wind in the cemetery picked up. He looked around and then blew very hard against the glass of the mirror. A gust blew through the cemetery blowing leaves around and sent hairdo's flying. Sirius let out a bark like laugh at this new discovery and saw that the sun shone brighter and a rainbow appeared. Any clouds that were mulling about disappeared, leaving the sky a spotless blue.
Another thought came to Sirius. If he could affect the weather, could he affect other people's actions or even take over their bodies? Sirius tried to place a finger on the mirror right where Ginny's side was, to see if he could tickle her, or at least make her itch. But instead his finger went through the glass and right into Ginny. Sirius felt his feet lift off the ground and he fell onto the grass.
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