This isn't the most exciting chapter but I'm getting ready for the next one
which is more exciting so...stick with me please. I started it the last day
of school like a week ago and I didn't finish until this morning when I
woke up so...
Chapter six-Dreaming
The next morning Harry woke early and laid awake, listening to the sounds of the house. It was silent; he was the only one awake. He was still in shock over Draco Malfoy being his friend. Draco had insisted on staying up until past midnight playing video games and then retired to the guest bedroom.
Harry got up and padded his way across the room, stepping on cloths and slipping on books. The hall was light, the windows from open bedrooms streaming in the early morning gloom. Harry passed Lynn's room on the way to the stairs and glanced in. She was lying on top of her covers, mouth hanging open, a book in her hands. Harry smiled and walked on, taking the stairs two at a time and entering the kitchen.
James sat at the table, reading the daily profit. Harry started at the sight of his father and stepping into the clean kitchen slowly. He wasn't used to seeing him, even though in this life he was still alive. James hadn't been home much, usually leaving before everyone woke up and coming home after Harry and Lynn had gone to bed. James smiled at him but said nothing so Harry got himself some breakfast and sat down at the table in silence. James handed him the sports page of the paper, still with out a word.
Harry read the first line of the paper, 'Cannons go all the way' before he laid the paper down and tried hard not to stare at his father. James seemed to see the move because he said, "How about those Cannons, eh? Your friend Draco is a fan of them...is he not?"
"I think its Ron." Harry said. James nodded. "Dad..." The word sounded so weird in his mouth. "About the other night..."
James laid down his paper and sighed. "What's wrong with you Harry?" He asked. Harry's brow furrowed. "Can't you just drop it? You've heard us fight before, you know it's nothing and besides, you hardly ever even look at me anymore, why do you want to talk about this now?"
"Because you're never around so I couldn't talk with you about it before!" Harry snapped. The sudden out burst had caught him unexpected and he leaned back in his chair and returned his thoughts to his cereal. Now, however, James was watching him instead. After a long time, James broke the silence.
"Do you like this house?" He asked. Harry looked up at him slowly. "Do you like having all the stuff you do?" Harry didn't answer. This seemed to be a well practiced small speech, as if 'this Harry' and James had it often. "Don't complain when you have a roof over your head."
"I need a father to." Harry said. "You've never been there. The only times I've ever seen you was in a pensive! And you were beating on Snape!" Harry knew this man didn't have a clue what he was talking about but he didn't have his own father to yell at. "What did he ever do to you?" James's eyebrows were raised.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. Harry shook his head and stood up.
"Nothing, I have to go wake up Draco or something. See you." And he left. Draco was asleep to when Harry entered. Harry watched him for a moment, he was more likely to hit him then wake him nicely but, trying to control that impulse, he walked over and shook his 'friend'. Draco woke with a start and flailed around, trying to murder Harry, who backed away, startled.
"Oh..." Draco muttered, rubbing his face with his hands, blond hair everywhere. "Harry, you startled me." Harry smiled slightly, pleased. "What time is it?"
"Six or so." Harry said, looking around for a clock and not finding one. "Hermionie and Ron will be here in a few hours." Draco nodded and flipped out of bed, rummaging in his luggage for new cloths. Harry looked around the room and his eyes fell on a picture on the wall.
It was a picture of him, sitting in between his mother and father. They were on some steps, Lynn on the one below him. His mother and father had their arms around each other and they were smiling, Harry was resting his arms on Lynn's shoulder and he could see Sirius beside Lily, holding on to the collar of a small fluffy white dog. Harry pointed at it.
"When was that?" He asked. Lynn and him looked not much younger then they were now and his parents looked happy. Draco, who was pulling on a black muggle shirt, looked over curiously. He smiled.
"Three years ago." He said, "You should know that." Harry shook his head. "Okay, you're scaring me. That was the day you're dad won minister for magic." Harry looked back at the picture. They all looked so happy. "Life kind of went down from there. Hey," He came up beside Harry to look at the picture to. "How do you think the cannons are going to do?"
Sirius ran across the yard to the car carrying some presents, all- tipping dangerously. "Lynn! Move!" He yelled as she got in his way. Depositing them in the car, he grabbed her and wrestled her on to the ground. Harry watched for a minute before his mother almost threw his tux at him.
"Put it on and get in the car." She said, "We're going to be late!" Harry smiled and went to his room. In the mirror he admired his reflection, turning left and right to get a look at the tux and glad they chose the ties.
There was a soft knock on his door and Harry turned to see Draco standing there. "Hey." He held his tie in one hand and his tux jacket in the other. "I don't know what I'm doing with these stupid things." He indicated the tie. Harry smiled.
"Neither do I." He said truthfully, looking back at the mirror, it was weird not seeing the scar on his forehead. Draco came in and sat on his bed just as Sirius came to the door. He was in his tux to and Harry just noticed he'd got a haircut.
"Come on boys, jeeze." He went over to Draco and put his tie on for him. "Go to the car Draco, Hermionie just arrived." Draco nodded and left. Sirius closed the door and stood behind Harry in the mirror to do up his tie. "How are you feeling? You look a little peaky." He said.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I had a fight with my...dad." Sirius nodded. "I saw that picture in the guest room. It looks so happy."
"The one where we're all sitting on the steps? That's when I still lived with you guys, before I moved in with Regulus." He said. "You like it?" Harry nodded. "So do I." He said. "We were all very happy. Then you're father got that damn job. We thought it was going to be a new start, a better life but..." Sirius stopped and finished doing up the tie. When he was done he smiled. "There."
"Thanks." Harry turned to look up at his godfather. "This wedding..."
"You're one of the groom's men." Sirius said. "Just pretend you know what you're doing. Now, come on." Sirius led Harry out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the waiting cars. Hermionie and Ron were talking with Draco and Hermionie smiled when she saw him.
"Hello Harry." She said, walking forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Her hair was short and curly, cropped up like a man's. It looked good. She wore a tight blue silky dress that stopped just above her knees and had a handbag strung over her arm. She seemed to have just got the new hair cut because she smiled and played with it. "I know, it's different." Ron stood behind her, leaning on the car in a brand new tux. He was smiling to.
"Yeah, now all the girls at Hogwarts are going to have short hair because they follow what ever Hermionie does." He said, walking forward and wrapping his arm around Hermionie's waist. "The price of being popular."
"Well, they followed Harry with the whole chain thing two years ago." Draco said, walking forward. Sirius was just climbing into the car with Lynn and he looked terribly strained.
"Kids, go! We can't get out of the driveway until you do!" He was right, Hermionie's Mustang was blocking to driveway. She blushed and pulled away from Ron, hurrying to the driver door.
"Come on!" She squealed. "We have a long drive, let's go." Harry hopped in the backseat with Draco; Ron in the front riding shot gun with Hermionie. The drive was long and Harry felt himself drifting off even with the blaring music. Hermionie, Ron and Draco were talking about the Cannons, a conversation Harry wasn't really intent on.
He closed his eyes for just a second and before he knew it he was asleep. It was a weird dream. He was lying down, he could feel a soft mattress beneath him and there was a weird beeping sound...it was really annoying. For the life of him though, he couldn't open his eyes. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of green light and he was standing in the grounds of Hogwarts, his father was there, tormenting Snape just like he had in the pensive except he was the only one.
"Harry, come join in the fun." His voice was weird and echoey. Harry tried to get closer to tell him to stop but his legs wouldn't move. The grounds were dissolving and the black veil from the ministry of magic was taking its place, swaying gently in the breeze. Sirius was behind that veil. He hopped up on the plinth and pushed his way through.
"Harry." Draco was shaking him. Harry opened his eyes and looked over at the blond haired boy through blurry eyes. "Wake up, we're in London." Ron was turned around in his seat in the front to look to and smiled at Harry who gave him a half-hearted smile back. "Come on, get up." Harry sat up straight and looked at Hermionie's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, we're nearly there. You should do something about you're hair, Harry." Harry took a small pocket mirror from Ron and opened it to smooth out his hair. When he was done he leaned back in the seat trying to get rid of the weird ache that had started behind his left eye.
They pulled into the chapel's parking lot and got out as a warm breeze began to blow. Many people were there including Harry's father who was standing in a group of older men, talking as reporters flitted around him. One of the men saw Harry and snapped his picture, much to Harry's annoyance. It looked like being the son of the minister of magic was just as exciting for the press as being the boy who lived.
"Come on." Sirius had just arrived. He grabbed Harry's arm and led him off away from Ron, Hermionie and Draco, into the building. "I'll have to grab you're father to, we really have to motor. The wedding is in ten minutes." They went into a small room off the main chapel where the other grooms men and bride's maids were waiting. Sirius pushed Harry off towards a beautiful blond haired bridesmaid around his age. "Her name is Piper." He whispered in Harry's ear. "She's your partner. Be nice."
"Hi Harry." Piper said. Harry smiled but his smile faded as she grabbed his hand. "We have to get ready to go out there."
To my reviewers: Sorry it took so long! I hope you liked it despite it's kick!
NIKKI101: I'm glad you're vaca was awesome, where did you go? Thank you, I'm glad you like it. Draco and Harry being friends was a twist I myself was not all that prepared for. As I always say, my fingers are the writers not me. I just let them bring out my subconscious and that's the story though I wasn't all that surprised that's what they wrote...they are my fingers and I was thinking about that for a while so...anyways, glad you're back...where ever you are, and please keep reading and reviewing.
SHADOWOLF XIII: I won't expect any more reviews from you this summer Taylor but, if you're at you're sister's house look it up...I'm sure you won't but there you go. See you in school later and I'll phone you I promise...no more late nights okay?
DRAGONHUNTER200: More Sirius! Yes, that is always worth the read. Thanx. Yes, that whole 'Sirius's Harry' weirded me out and by the end I was dizzy I can tell you. I really didn't think of that until it just happen to end up on the computer screen. I really didn't think about what I write. Don't worry I can't wait either! I'm not a morning person either, I do my best thinking at night, in bed when I can't act on my story ideas seeing as the computer is in my dad's room and I can never find paper to spare in my porch. I never knew that about the director, I'll never look at the potter films the same way again. You should see the movie though. It's not as good as the book in my opinion but I'll let you decide.
CuRiOuSiTy KiLlEd ThE rAt: Still, I love this name! Anyways, I wish I could spend my whole day, or at least half of it on the computer. I'm a computer holic but I don't have internet so that dampens it a little. I wish I had internet. I'm at my mom's work right now using hers. I didn't update soon so...sorry. I'll try next time to.
LAUGHING DRAGONESS: Sirius is not dead, there is no way. They never said that veil killed him did they? Even though it is called the death chamber, I say he's still alive and won't come back until all is safe for him and Harry. Voldemort can't use him again to get to Harry if no onw knows he's alive...right? Tell those people who say you're in denial to just accept that you are right and he'll come back at the end and they'll owe you an apology. I mean, if you're in denial, what are they for saying he's dead. They obviously don't like him very much.
Chapter six-Dreaming
The next morning Harry woke early and laid awake, listening to the sounds of the house. It was silent; he was the only one awake. He was still in shock over Draco Malfoy being his friend. Draco had insisted on staying up until past midnight playing video games and then retired to the guest bedroom.
Harry got up and padded his way across the room, stepping on cloths and slipping on books. The hall was light, the windows from open bedrooms streaming in the early morning gloom. Harry passed Lynn's room on the way to the stairs and glanced in. She was lying on top of her covers, mouth hanging open, a book in her hands. Harry smiled and walked on, taking the stairs two at a time and entering the kitchen.
James sat at the table, reading the daily profit. Harry started at the sight of his father and stepping into the clean kitchen slowly. He wasn't used to seeing him, even though in this life he was still alive. James hadn't been home much, usually leaving before everyone woke up and coming home after Harry and Lynn had gone to bed. James smiled at him but said nothing so Harry got himself some breakfast and sat down at the table in silence. James handed him the sports page of the paper, still with out a word.
Harry read the first line of the paper, 'Cannons go all the way' before he laid the paper down and tried hard not to stare at his father. James seemed to see the move because he said, "How about those Cannons, eh? Your friend Draco is a fan of them...is he not?"
"I think its Ron." Harry said. James nodded. "Dad..." The word sounded so weird in his mouth. "About the other night..."
James laid down his paper and sighed. "What's wrong with you Harry?" He asked. Harry's brow furrowed. "Can't you just drop it? You've heard us fight before, you know it's nothing and besides, you hardly ever even look at me anymore, why do you want to talk about this now?"
"Because you're never around so I couldn't talk with you about it before!" Harry snapped. The sudden out burst had caught him unexpected and he leaned back in his chair and returned his thoughts to his cereal. Now, however, James was watching him instead. After a long time, James broke the silence.
"Do you like this house?" He asked. Harry looked up at him slowly. "Do you like having all the stuff you do?" Harry didn't answer. This seemed to be a well practiced small speech, as if 'this Harry' and James had it often. "Don't complain when you have a roof over your head."
"I need a father to." Harry said. "You've never been there. The only times I've ever seen you was in a pensive! And you were beating on Snape!" Harry knew this man didn't have a clue what he was talking about but he didn't have his own father to yell at. "What did he ever do to you?" James's eyebrows were raised.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. Harry shook his head and stood up.
"Nothing, I have to go wake up Draco or something. See you." And he left. Draco was asleep to when Harry entered. Harry watched him for a moment, he was more likely to hit him then wake him nicely but, trying to control that impulse, he walked over and shook his 'friend'. Draco woke with a start and flailed around, trying to murder Harry, who backed away, startled.
"Oh..." Draco muttered, rubbing his face with his hands, blond hair everywhere. "Harry, you startled me." Harry smiled slightly, pleased. "What time is it?"
"Six or so." Harry said, looking around for a clock and not finding one. "Hermionie and Ron will be here in a few hours." Draco nodded and flipped out of bed, rummaging in his luggage for new cloths. Harry looked around the room and his eyes fell on a picture on the wall.
It was a picture of him, sitting in between his mother and father. They were on some steps, Lynn on the one below him. His mother and father had their arms around each other and they were smiling, Harry was resting his arms on Lynn's shoulder and he could see Sirius beside Lily, holding on to the collar of a small fluffy white dog. Harry pointed at it.
"When was that?" He asked. Lynn and him looked not much younger then they were now and his parents looked happy. Draco, who was pulling on a black muggle shirt, looked over curiously. He smiled.
"Three years ago." He said, "You should know that." Harry shook his head. "Okay, you're scaring me. That was the day you're dad won minister for magic." Harry looked back at the picture. They all looked so happy. "Life kind of went down from there. Hey," He came up beside Harry to look at the picture to. "How do you think the cannons are going to do?"
Sirius ran across the yard to the car carrying some presents, all- tipping dangerously. "Lynn! Move!" He yelled as she got in his way. Depositing them in the car, he grabbed her and wrestled her on to the ground. Harry watched for a minute before his mother almost threw his tux at him.
"Put it on and get in the car." She said, "We're going to be late!" Harry smiled and went to his room. In the mirror he admired his reflection, turning left and right to get a look at the tux and glad they chose the ties.
There was a soft knock on his door and Harry turned to see Draco standing there. "Hey." He held his tie in one hand and his tux jacket in the other. "I don't know what I'm doing with these stupid things." He indicated the tie. Harry smiled.
"Neither do I." He said truthfully, looking back at the mirror, it was weird not seeing the scar on his forehead. Draco came in and sat on his bed just as Sirius came to the door. He was in his tux to and Harry just noticed he'd got a haircut.
"Come on boys, jeeze." He went over to Draco and put his tie on for him. "Go to the car Draco, Hermionie just arrived." Draco nodded and left. Sirius closed the door and stood behind Harry in the mirror to do up his tie. "How are you feeling? You look a little peaky." He said.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I had a fight with my...dad." Sirius nodded. "I saw that picture in the guest room. It looks so happy."
"The one where we're all sitting on the steps? That's when I still lived with you guys, before I moved in with Regulus." He said. "You like it?" Harry nodded. "So do I." He said. "We were all very happy. Then you're father got that damn job. We thought it was going to be a new start, a better life but..." Sirius stopped and finished doing up the tie. When he was done he smiled. "There."
"Thanks." Harry turned to look up at his godfather. "This wedding..."
"You're one of the groom's men." Sirius said. "Just pretend you know what you're doing. Now, come on." Sirius led Harry out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the waiting cars. Hermionie and Ron were talking with Draco and Hermionie smiled when she saw him.
"Hello Harry." She said, walking forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Her hair was short and curly, cropped up like a man's. It looked good. She wore a tight blue silky dress that stopped just above her knees and had a handbag strung over her arm. She seemed to have just got the new hair cut because she smiled and played with it. "I know, it's different." Ron stood behind her, leaning on the car in a brand new tux. He was smiling to.
"Yeah, now all the girls at Hogwarts are going to have short hair because they follow what ever Hermionie does." He said, walking forward and wrapping his arm around Hermionie's waist. "The price of being popular."
"Well, they followed Harry with the whole chain thing two years ago." Draco said, walking forward. Sirius was just climbing into the car with Lynn and he looked terribly strained.
"Kids, go! We can't get out of the driveway until you do!" He was right, Hermionie's Mustang was blocking to driveway. She blushed and pulled away from Ron, hurrying to the driver door.
"Come on!" She squealed. "We have a long drive, let's go." Harry hopped in the backseat with Draco; Ron in the front riding shot gun with Hermionie. The drive was long and Harry felt himself drifting off even with the blaring music. Hermionie, Ron and Draco were talking about the Cannons, a conversation Harry wasn't really intent on.
He closed his eyes for just a second and before he knew it he was asleep. It was a weird dream. He was lying down, he could feel a soft mattress beneath him and there was a weird beeping sound...it was really annoying. For the life of him though, he couldn't open his eyes. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of green light and he was standing in the grounds of Hogwarts, his father was there, tormenting Snape just like he had in the pensive except he was the only one.
"Harry, come join in the fun." His voice was weird and echoey. Harry tried to get closer to tell him to stop but his legs wouldn't move. The grounds were dissolving and the black veil from the ministry of magic was taking its place, swaying gently in the breeze. Sirius was behind that veil. He hopped up on the plinth and pushed his way through.
"Harry." Draco was shaking him. Harry opened his eyes and looked over at the blond haired boy through blurry eyes. "Wake up, we're in London." Ron was turned around in his seat in the front to look to and smiled at Harry who gave him a half-hearted smile back. "Come on, get up." Harry sat up straight and looked at Hermionie's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, we're nearly there. You should do something about you're hair, Harry." Harry took a small pocket mirror from Ron and opened it to smooth out his hair. When he was done he leaned back in the seat trying to get rid of the weird ache that had started behind his left eye.
They pulled into the chapel's parking lot and got out as a warm breeze began to blow. Many people were there including Harry's father who was standing in a group of older men, talking as reporters flitted around him. One of the men saw Harry and snapped his picture, much to Harry's annoyance. It looked like being the son of the minister of magic was just as exciting for the press as being the boy who lived.
"Come on." Sirius had just arrived. He grabbed Harry's arm and led him off away from Ron, Hermionie and Draco, into the building. "I'll have to grab you're father to, we really have to motor. The wedding is in ten minutes." They went into a small room off the main chapel where the other grooms men and bride's maids were waiting. Sirius pushed Harry off towards a beautiful blond haired bridesmaid around his age. "Her name is Piper." He whispered in Harry's ear. "She's your partner. Be nice."
"Hi Harry." Piper said. Harry smiled but his smile faded as she grabbed his hand. "We have to get ready to go out there."
To my reviewers: Sorry it took so long! I hope you liked it despite it's kick!
NIKKI101: I'm glad you're vaca was awesome, where did you go? Thank you, I'm glad you like it. Draco and Harry being friends was a twist I myself was not all that prepared for. As I always say, my fingers are the writers not me. I just let them bring out my subconscious and that's the story though I wasn't all that surprised that's what they wrote...they are my fingers and I was thinking about that for a while so...anyways, glad you're back...where ever you are, and please keep reading and reviewing.
SHADOWOLF XIII: I won't expect any more reviews from you this summer Taylor but, if you're at you're sister's house look it up...I'm sure you won't but there you go. See you in school later and I'll phone you I promise...no more late nights okay?
DRAGONHUNTER200: More Sirius! Yes, that is always worth the read. Thanx. Yes, that whole 'Sirius's Harry' weirded me out and by the end I was dizzy I can tell you. I really didn't think of that until it just happen to end up on the computer screen. I really didn't think about what I write. Don't worry I can't wait either! I'm not a morning person either, I do my best thinking at night, in bed when I can't act on my story ideas seeing as the computer is in my dad's room and I can never find paper to spare in my porch. I never knew that about the director, I'll never look at the potter films the same way again. You should see the movie though. It's not as good as the book in my opinion but I'll let you decide.
CuRiOuSiTy KiLlEd ThE rAt: Still, I love this name! Anyways, I wish I could spend my whole day, or at least half of it on the computer. I'm a computer holic but I don't have internet so that dampens it a little. I wish I had internet. I'm at my mom's work right now using hers. I didn't update soon so...sorry. I'll try next time to.
LAUGHING DRAGONESS: Sirius is not dead, there is no way. They never said that veil killed him did they? Even though it is called the death chamber, I say he's still alive and won't come back until all is safe for him and Harry. Voldemort can't use him again to get to Harry if no onw knows he's alive...right? Tell those people who say you're in denial to just accept that you are right and he'll come back at the end and they'll owe you an apology. I mean, if you're in denial, what are they for saying he's dead. They obviously don't like him very much.