Ravenclaw
07-24-2003, 11:07 PM
DEFINATE SPOILERS FOR OOTP!!!! TURN BACK PRONTO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW!
A little short fic-lit I just wrote... very short, shouldn't take up much of your time. Might sound somewhat cliche, but hey, I just got my wisdom teeth pulled, alright?
Always
Summary: Harry visits an old friend.
It was raining outside. Harry remembered standing in it outside the phone booth. He was still drenched, but he didn’t care. He’d stood there for a while, his hand on the door, ready to step inside, but he didn’t. The last time he had touched that phone, he thought he had been rescuing Sirius. But in truth, when he touched that receiver, he’d really sealed Sirius’s fate.
He didn’t remember what happened after he’d stepped into that booth. All he knew was he had somehow found himself here, on these cold, stone steps. His gaze was locked on one thing and one thing only and that was the archway in the center of the amphitheater-like room with a long, fluttering black veil.
How he hated that archway and its veil.
Weeks ago, that veil had taken his godfather from him and Harry hasn’t seen him since.
Harry let out a sigh. There were so many things on his mind, so much he had wanted to say to Sirius, but he knew it would be so hard…
Still, Luna Lovegood’s words rang in his ears, his last ray of hope…
“In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”
And he had. He heard them still. But he didn’t understand them. And he wondered if they understood him.
Harry ran a hand through his messy black hair and felt the familiar sting begin behind his eyes and the lump rise in his throat as he felt his heart beat faster. He looked down from the veil and stared at his lap. He took a deep, shuttering breath and let out another sigh. He missed Sirius so much that it hurt his heart to think about that night. And it was hurting his soul to dwell on it.
Harry looked up at the archway and the veil once more. It was just as it had been before he had looked away. Cold, silent, and finite. But still, there was one hope at the corner of his mind that maybe when he had looked away from the veil, Sirius had popped his head out to grin at him. With this in mind, Harry closed his eyes and whispered his wish over and over.
“Please, Sirius, please…” he uttered and he screwed his eyelids tighter, becoming tenser with every syllable. And then, he felt a cool breeze and in a climactic millisecond he sat rigid, lips ceasing their pleading, and his eyes snapped open.
But nothing was there.
Harry sighed and relaxed and fell back, leaning on the step behind him. Maybe Sirius wasn’t there at all anymore. He watched the archway intently. Maybe he had just missed him again. Or maybe he hadn’t come yet.
“Please, Sirius,” Harry repeated, quietly and desperately. “Please, I miss you, I love you, I… I need you, Sirius. Where’ve you gone?” Harry sighed and shook his head. How could he be so foolish? “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m sorry I did this to you. You shouldn’t have come here. None of us should have been here at all. If only I hadn’t been so stupidly gullible and believed… No one would have come. No one would have gotten hurt. I’m sorry. You were the closest thing I had to a father and I miss that. You were always on my side, always, no matter what I was fighting for. You were right there fighting with me. And I never told you how much I appreciated that. You could always brighten my day with your happy grin whenever you saw me.”
Harry took another shuttering breath, but he wouldn’t let the tears come, not now. He had shed far too many tears in the past weeks. He was surprised he had any more left to cry.
“You were such a great person, an excellent godfather, and a wonderful friend. I’ll always love you, Sirius.”
Harry dug in his pocket for a small mirror he had found at Sirius’s old house in Grimmauld place. He smiled wanly as he held it in his hand and saw his own reflection. He almost laughed at the foolishness of what he felt like doing. Slowly, he rose from his seat on the steps and approached the veil. He kneeled down and placed the mirror face up on the floor. He gave it a good push and watched it disappear under the veil. A ripple of wind shot across the veil and it was still. Harry thought he’d seen shadows.
“If you need me,” he whispered, “Just say my name and look in the mirror.”
And with that, he decided he would go home.
He stepped into the lift and was surprised to see an inscrutable Remus Lupin. Though Lupin smiled when he saw Harry, the smile only emphasized the premature wrinkles under his sad eyes.
“Harry,” he said, in an almost cheerful manner, “I’m glad I ran into you, I was just thinking of you.” He dug in his coat and handed Harry a piece of folded parchment. “This was on the floor of the lift, don't ask me why. You must have dropped it” He handed the parchment to Harry, who saw his name marked clearly in black ink.
“I know that writing…” he muttered. Remus nodded, his smile disappearing.
“As do I,” he sighed, nostalgically. “As do I…” but the lift had reached his floor and he stepped out. Harry unfolded the parchment and nearly dropped it.
Harry
It’s not your fault, what happened to me. You shouldn't feel like you betrayed me on any level. I love you more than my own life and as long as you are alive, well, and happy... I, too, am well and happy. So be happy for me. And I will always be there when you need me.
Always.
There was no signature. But the letter didn’t need one.
The lift reached the Atrium and Harry stepped off, his heart feeling lighter and his soul starting to heal.
A little short fic-lit I just wrote... very short, shouldn't take up much of your time. Might sound somewhat cliche, but hey, I just got my wisdom teeth pulled, alright?
Always
Summary: Harry visits an old friend.
It was raining outside. Harry remembered standing in it outside the phone booth. He was still drenched, but he didn’t care. He’d stood there for a while, his hand on the door, ready to step inside, but he didn’t. The last time he had touched that phone, he thought he had been rescuing Sirius. But in truth, when he touched that receiver, he’d really sealed Sirius’s fate.
He didn’t remember what happened after he’d stepped into that booth. All he knew was he had somehow found himself here, on these cold, stone steps. His gaze was locked on one thing and one thing only and that was the archway in the center of the amphitheater-like room with a long, fluttering black veil.
How he hated that archway and its veil.
Weeks ago, that veil had taken his godfather from him and Harry hasn’t seen him since.
Harry let out a sigh. There were so many things on his mind, so much he had wanted to say to Sirius, but he knew it would be so hard…
Still, Luna Lovegood’s words rang in his ears, his last ray of hope…
“In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”
And he had. He heard them still. But he didn’t understand them. And he wondered if they understood him.
Harry ran a hand through his messy black hair and felt the familiar sting begin behind his eyes and the lump rise in his throat as he felt his heart beat faster. He looked down from the veil and stared at his lap. He took a deep, shuttering breath and let out another sigh. He missed Sirius so much that it hurt his heart to think about that night. And it was hurting his soul to dwell on it.
Harry looked up at the archway and the veil once more. It was just as it had been before he had looked away. Cold, silent, and finite. But still, there was one hope at the corner of his mind that maybe when he had looked away from the veil, Sirius had popped his head out to grin at him. With this in mind, Harry closed his eyes and whispered his wish over and over.
“Please, Sirius, please…” he uttered and he screwed his eyelids tighter, becoming tenser with every syllable. And then, he felt a cool breeze and in a climactic millisecond he sat rigid, lips ceasing their pleading, and his eyes snapped open.
But nothing was there.
Harry sighed and relaxed and fell back, leaning on the step behind him. Maybe Sirius wasn’t there at all anymore. He watched the archway intently. Maybe he had just missed him again. Or maybe he hadn’t come yet.
“Please, Sirius,” Harry repeated, quietly and desperately. “Please, I miss you, I love you, I… I need you, Sirius. Where’ve you gone?” Harry sighed and shook his head. How could he be so foolish? “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m sorry I did this to you. You shouldn’t have come here. None of us should have been here at all. If only I hadn’t been so stupidly gullible and believed… No one would have come. No one would have gotten hurt. I’m sorry. You were the closest thing I had to a father and I miss that. You were always on my side, always, no matter what I was fighting for. You were right there fighting with me. And I never told you how much I appreciated that. You could always brighten my day with your happy grin whenever you saw me.”
Harry took another shuttering breath, but he wouldn’t let the tears come, not now. He had shed far too many tears in the past weeks. He was surprised he had any more left to cry.
“You were such a great person, an excellent godfather, and a wonderful friend. I’ll always love you, Sirius.”
Harry dug in his pocket for a small mirror he had found at Sirius’s old house in Grimmauld place. He smiled wanly as he held it in his hand and saw his own reflection. He almost laughed at the foolishness of what he felt like doing. Slowly, he rose from his seat on the steps and approached the veil. He kneeled down and placed the mirror face up on the floor. He gave it a good push and watched it disappear under the veil. A ripple of wind shot across the veil and it was still. Harry thought he’d seen shadows.
“If you need me,” he whispered, “Just say my name and look in the mirror.”
And with that, he decided he would go home.
He stepped into the lift and was surprised to see an inscrutable Remus Lupin. Though Lupin smiled when he saw Harry, the smile only emphasized the premature wrinkles under his sad eyes.
“Harry,” he said, in an almost cheerful manner, “I’m glad I ran into you, I was just thinking of you.” He dug in his coat and handed Harry a piece of folded parchment. “This was on the floor of the lift, don't ask me why. You must have dropped it” He handed the parchment to Harry, who saw his name marked clearly in black ink.
“I know that writing…” he muttered. Remus nodded, his smile disappearing.
“As do I,” he sighed, nostalgically. “As do I…” but the lift had reached his floor and he stepped out. Harry unfolded the parchment and nearly dropped it.
Harry
It’s not your fault, what happened to me. You shouldn't feel like you betrayed me on any level. I love you more than my own life and as long as you are alive, well, and happy... I, too, am well and happy. So be happy for me. And I will always be there when you need me.
Always.
There was no signature. But the letter didn’t need one.
The lift reached the Atrium and Harry stepped off, his heart feeling lighter and his soul starting to heal.