Itoshii Sune-ku

Itoshii Sune-ku.

Chapter 18:Kuroi Tenrousei.

"Hi, Harry." Said Harry looked up, and stared at his straggly

godfather. He smiled.

"So, I guess I got to sleep, after all, huh, Sirius?" Sirius looked confused, and watched as Harry walked over to sit next to him.

"Sleep?" He asked, and Harry nodded.

"Yeah. We're on a train at the moment. I'm sleeping." Sirius looked even more confused, and Harry smiled.

"Amaryssein said it has something to do with a part of myself leaving my body to go somewhere else. It's very interesting...I think, but I highly doubt you'd want all the specifics. That's how I'm able to be here, though. She warned me that I might see dead people every once in a while, though. Isn't that cool?" No, Sirius did not think that was cool.

"Harry, seeing dead people is a bad thing. Well, unless they're ghosts. But everyone can see ghosts." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Not ¤ghosts,¤ Sirius, more like...spirits? You know, the kind of thing only...Ah...What are they called...?" Sirius tilted his head to the side, staring at Harry, then gasped.

"Necromancer?" Harry beamed at him, and nodded quickly.

"Yeah. That thing. Only things they can see. Least, that's what she said. I've never seen a...a ghost before. I think it'll be neat. Hopefully, I'll meet all kinds of nice ghosties." Harry, still beaming at his godfather, laughs at the horrified look on Sirius' face.

Sirius rolls his eyes, and cuffs Harry on the back of his head gently, ruffling his hair a bit. Harry's hair shimmers, but again, neither of them notice.

"You're one odd kid, kid. But, you do know that those necromancers

are pretty much dead, right?" Harry nodded.

"They've been wiped out. Extinct. I know. She says it's sort of like them, but a lot different. She said, and I quote, 'to see this type of the deceased, one must be at least a bit of a decent person.' Not exactly sure what she meant, though. I'm very mean to people I don't like. And extremely mean to people who aren't nice to people I like..."

"But you are nice to people you do like. And nice to people who are nice to people you like. And I seriously did not make sense there, did I?" Sirius snorted, and Harry laughed quietly. Harry turned to look closely at the dark haired man.

"So...Been planning your escape since I last saw you?" Sirius stared for a moment, then smiled widely, and started chattering on about every plan he had thought up. Harry laughed at some of the plans, they were so elaborate.

"Why don't you just learn to hide, like I have? And then sneak out. It's only those demons guarding this place, right?" Harry asked, once Sirius had gone quiet and looked at Harry expectantly.

"They're Dementors, Harry, not demons. And you can't hide from them, they seek out emotions. Plus, they're basically blind, so it doesn't matter." Harry shook his head at him.

"You don't understand. That's what I mean, hide your emotions. That's what I do. I've been able to do that since I was four years, you're what? Twenty-five to thirty? If I was able to learn how to do this by the time I was four, you can learn this now." Sirius shook his head this time, glared mildly at his godson.

"No one's able to hide their emotions. Maybe they can hide what they're feeling from showing on their ¤face,¤ but they can't hide them from showing on the outside. Dementors feel emotions, they don't ¤look¤ for them." Harry snorted, and rolled his eyes toward the barred door.

"Then why don't they effect me. You said so yourself the last time I was here. You're not able to tell what I'm feeling. I always had to tell you. And then you'd argue that I couldn't be feeling that when I didn't look it. I may just be some kind of apparition, but I'm still flesh. You wouldn't be able to touch me, otherwise. And believe me, you've touched me before. You did so just a while ago, when you cuffed me." Harry shot him a triumphant look, while Sirius stared dejectedly between them at the cot. Harry pat him a few times on the shoulder, consoling him.

"There, there. It's all right. You're getting old. It happens." Sirius shot straight from his slumped position, glaring at the green eyed boy, trying to hold in his laughter.

"I am not old." Sirius pouted, and Harry snorted, shooting him a look.

"Then don't pout." Sirius looked indignant.

"I do not ¤pout,¤ Harry James!" Sirius pouted again. Harry laughed, and smiled beautifully at him.

"I know, my dear godfather, I was just teasing." Harry said, lying through his teeth. But Sirius smiled at him and ruffled his hair again.

"Man, I wish you would quit that. My hair's already messy enough. If you keep that up, I'll never be able to get it to lay flat." Sirius snorted this time.

"Yeah, right! You inherited your dad's hair. It'll stay that way, no matter what you do to it. But don't worry! By the time James turned fifteen, his hair changed from 'messy to the point of frustration,' to 'just'--Uhh...'Just got out of bed' messy. Hopefully, you'll be the same way. Either that, or you'll end up like your mum, and have your hair just be slightly messy by the time you're grown." Harry smiled, Sirius seemed to like talking about his parents. He had told Harry many stories about him and his dad playing pranks on people.

Speaking of playing pranks...

"Sirius, can I ask you something?" Sirius nodded, deciding not to try and joke at the moment, he didn't think it was a good time, considering Harry's tone.

"Well, see, I met this girl. Ginny. And I'm supposed to write to her every single week. Unless under dire circumstances. And she was talking about going to school with her and stuff. But I'm not sure what school she's talking about. Amaryssein and Tremaine told me about some schools, Hogwarts, Durmstrang. But not much about either of them. You've told me some things about Hogwarts, and said I'll be going there, too, but still not a lot. What else is there to know about the place?" Harry smirked.

"I want to be able to get around that place easily. Ginny and I are going to have so much fun! Can you tell me about it?" Sirius stared at Harry for a moment, then said.

"Can I ask you a few things first?" Harry nodded.

"Well, where are you going again?" Harry tilted his head.

"Japan. Kyoto, Rhapsody said." Sirius nodded, a bewildered look on his face.

"Then why are you on a train? That's been bugging me for a while now. Isn't Japan basically an island or something?" Harry nodded, smiling.

"Basically..." He drawled, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.

"Ryssein said we're going to meet someone named 'Machi.' She said that Machi works at Hogwarts, and has agreed to help us get to her home in Japan. Tremaine told me, before I fell asleep, that we're going to be living in a supposedly abandoned house. The owner doesn't like to live there--says it's because of mice. The place is infested with them. Machi was the only housekeeper there, until the owner moved out and decided to let her work at Hogwarts. I don't know what she does there, but he says she's really nice. And since the owner doesn't care for the house, he has allowed us to live in it."

"You're going to meet a house elf? What for?" Sirius exclaimed, his voice echoing, and waking up the woman Harry had come to deem 'cousin.' She started yelling and Sirius yelling back, and Harry stared alternately at his less than half insane godfather, and the seemingly completely insane 'cousin' go at it for a few minutes, before Sirius called her something Harry was sure he would get in trouble for if he repeated. Harry, his cheeks red, cleared his throat to get Sirius' attention.

"Ahm...First off, shame on you. Swearing in front of a 6 year old. How rude!" Harry smirked when Sirius ducked his head, cheeks turning a vivid red, and stuttered out an apology. When he heard Harry laughing, however, he glared at him, and threatened to wash his mouth out with the soap in the sink across the cell if he repeated anything he just said. Harry's eyes widened and he hurriedly promised he wouldn't. Sirius was laughing by the time he finished his promising.

"Fine. You win...This time." Harry pouted.

"What's a house elf?"

"It's a little guy, 'bout two, three feet tall, really big, round eyes, long ears. They do house work and stuff. Cooking, cleaning, that sort of thing. They're really nice, they like to please, and they're always extremely happy when someone compliments them. They're not usually treated real good. At Hogwarts, they are, but not many other places." Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"So, they're basically everything I am to the Dursleys'?" Sirius' eyes darkened.

"Basically..." He growled, and Harry smiled.

"You're very protective, you know that?"

"Of course I know that! I'm your godfather, I'm supposed to be protective!" Sirius snapped, glaring, but stopped when he saw Harry smile.

"What? You want me to be over-protective, or somethin'?" He slowly smiled when Harry nodded, his smile turning to full blown beaming after a few seconds, followed by eager nodding.

"All right. You want to know about Hogwarts?" He asked.

"Everything." Harry nodded.

"All right. The first thing you got to know, is the shortcuts to classrooms, and passage ways out of the school. If you're going to be a new age Marauder, you have to know these things, otherwise, you'll never get anywhere. How old is this Ginny?"

"Five." Harry answered promptly.

"Right. So, she's a pretty smart five year old." Sirius smirked.

"Ah..Young love. How loverly." Harry scowled at his sarcastic, and mocking tone.

"Excuse me? Who's the one that likes to shout female discriminating obscenities at both the female ¤and¤ the male inmates, here, huh?" Harry questioned smugly, watching Sirius' cheeks burn red, once again. Sirius glared at the green eyed boy sitting across from him.

"Can we get back to the subject at hand, please?" Harry snorted, covering his mouth, he nodded, his eyes smiling.

"All right, then. Here we go."