Characters (c): J.K. Rowling

Plot (c): Ancientalchemy

Okay we're now with Harry. It's been a few days since the accident and the summer has arrived. He's back at the Dursleys and Sirius is still in the bleak emptyness where he has been imprisioned. He's still trying to figure it all out and probably curled up in a little ball somewhere trying to either die, get out, or at least figure out where he is. It's up to you considering there could have been some time between the last chapter and this one. We don't really know how much time passes where Sirius do we? Well I do, but you don't. Heh...Have fun. Oh and this chapter is longer then the other two. I told you they'd get longer, cause I usually don't write short things like I did before. Yay! go read now...
Harry lay in his bed at 4 Privet Drive staring at the wall with his mind hundreds of miles away. Again he was reliving the worstminutes of his life. The night he had list his grandfather and the last person he could look to as a parent, guardian, and most of all his best friend. Sirius always had all of the answers, no matter what the question was. He just could not bring himself to believe that he was truly gone. He was simply lying in wait behind the veil. Slowly his mind played the last part of the horror.

Sirius' body arched and fell backwards. Slowly, as if the world had stopepd around them, he was falling into the dark, voice infected, mysterious archway. He was gone. Harry luched himself forward to reach him, to catch him before he had disappeared. Disappeared just like his parents had when he was still a small baby. How had all of this happened to him again. The loss of Sirius was enough to make him go insane with never ending questions, thoughts, replays. He sat and thought every minute of every day about how there was a way Harry could have saved him. If he had been paying more attention to him, if he had not overestimated his power and underestimated Bellatrix. He knew there had been a way that he could have saved Sirius. He could be happily sitting in the others talking about plans for the Order. Harry could be sent for in a few weeks and go back to his happy life with Sirius. No, nothing would make him happy again, he could never be the same. How could they all expect so much from him now? He had nothing left. His whole world had been ripped out from beneath him. Even after the long night with Dumbledore going over his destiny, he still could not cope with the fact that he had to kill Voldermort or be killed. Without Sirius there to back him up like he had always invisioned, him and Sirius going wands in hand, walking silently and deadly towards Voldermort. They would defeat him, kill him till every morsel of flesh, bone, and black heart were gone. He would ipay/i for taking away Harry's parents and Sirius' best friends. But now that vision was gone. A new one had been put in it's place.

Harry thought of him dragging his shattered soul towards Voldermort. The Dark Lord laughing at the site of this pitiful insect in front of him who was suppose to be his "doom and downfall." His laughter rang through out the room and Harry jumped slightly. He knew he had been imaginaing all of this, but could not help but feel it was the thruth. All of his strength was gone, he was no longer confident with a wand. He would be the downfall of all wizards and muggles. Everyone would die, there would be blood shed everywhere, the earth would be permenately stained crimson from the massives of dead muggles and wizards. And all of it would be his fault because he was not strong enough to lose a close one. Harry suddenly stood up and shook his head. If Sirius could see him he would be deeply ashmed. How could Harry be draging himself around as he was doing, worst of all blaming it all on Sirius. No, he must be strong for Sirius. He iwould/i defeat Voldermort and Bellatrix. They would both pay with their lives for taking away the three people who could never be replaced for Harry.

Harry decided to go outside and get some air. Walks around the suburbs where he was forced to make residence in during the summer always calmed him, besides it put him out of the range of Uncle Vernon's screams and Dudley's constant balled fists. As he cascaded down the stairs he came around the corner and bumped into the protruding stomach of Uncle Vernon.

"WATCH IT BOY!" He bellowed, taking in the oppourtunity to yell at his nephew.

Harry glared at him in response and stood his ground. Not apologizing, saying sorry, saying that it was his fault for having something so large sticking out from behind the corners, nothing. Making Uncle Vernon even angrier. Slowly a redish purple was swallowing his face and Harry could feel the rage swell up inside of him.

"You better take that look off of your face and go back up to your room before I really start to get angry." He splurted out with a mixture of spit and rage into Harry's face.

"What look?" Harry asked with an air of one who believed themselves wrongly accused. He was begging for a fight. He knew what he was doing and how it was a mistake but he couldn't help himself. He loathed this man and every atom that swirled around him.

"You know perfectly well what look. Now get OUT of my sight this instant!" Dudley walked up behind his father, slightly out of breath. He had come running from the kitchen when he heard his father raise his voice, he knew Harry was getting yelled at.

"Well I would ask you to get out of mine, but seeing as how there is no distance large enough in this world for you to cross where I still wouldn't be able to see you, I'll leave." And with the sentence hanging in the air he turned on his heel and headed out the front door. He no longer cared if he angered his uncle. He couldn't do anything about it, if worst came to worst all Harry needed to was pull out his wand or even mention the word magic. Vernon would stop immediately and pull back, fear in his eyes. There was no way they could kick him out of their house though he had tried to last year. His aunt wouldn't stand for him. The very sight of his unkept hair was enough for the hatred to well up inside of her, but as she had made a pact with Dumbledore her fate was sealed along with his until the Dark Lord was gone.

Harry didn't come back until well after midnight. He had thought about leaving for the night, spending it in the park or wherever he could find a comfortable place to lay. Staying at his Aunt's was becoming increasingly impossible. The cold had set in his bones and he knew that he had to go back. All of the lights were out and he sighed slightly before heading to the backyard and the back door. They had suprisingly left it unlocked. Harry was shocked, he couldn't figure out why they would even acknowledge his presence by leaving it opened for him. With a shrug he waltzed it and locked the door behind him. Within a few minutes he was lying in his bed staring open eyed at the ceiling thinking about Sirius. Slowly the sandman captured him and he was off into the world of his dreams, a place where Sirius like mostly to stalk and follow him.

"This is different, why is it different? My dreams are always the same. I follow the long path, reach the Department of Mysteries and lead my friends to their near deaths and my Godfather to his death. Why am I in Hogwarts with Dumbledore. This isn't right." Harry said outloud in his dream. Somehow his dreamself had known he was dreaming. It was all very odd. He was sitting in one of the big comfy chairs that adorned Dumbledore's study. He heard light breathing behind him and turned around. There Dumbledore sat watching the flames of his fire flicker. His eyes would not waver, with a simple smile he nodded at Harry. Harry turned back towards the fire and watched it waiting in anticipation for what was bound to pop out. There was really no other reason why a wizard would sit and stare at it.

Sirius head started to form and Harry jumped up, before he knew it he was on his knees in front of the fire reaching out with his right hand to touch Sirius' head. The flame hit his hand and he jumped back, the burn startling him.

"Si...ri..Sirius...is that...rea...ly...you?" Harry asked slowly, choking on the words as the rush of emotions he had felt that night seemed to rush back into him. He had thought he was drained of all the emotions and left with only thoughts now.

"Hello Harry." was all he said with a small sympathetic smile.

I love cliffhangers. See we don't know if this is actually Sirius getting through to Harry like the summary said he would, or if this is just Harry dreaming of finally talking to his Godfather again. :D

To my two first reviewers (well for this account/story):

Siriusliveson: Thanks for the review:-D

Ilana Starr: Oh yeah that's right. I remembered reading something somewhere saying that it was the killing curse while writing that and didn't think to check with the actual book. Then again it could have been on JKRowlings site saying it wasn't the killing curse...Oh well. Thanks for the review.