Anyone who has seen Mischief Managers will recognise part of this chapter. And if not-go do that. (Still belongs to Moonsign tho)
Of Muggles, Movies and Microwaves
"Are you insane?" Draco's mouth was pulled so tight Harry could see the shape of his teeth beneath his lips. "Do you have any idea how bloody dangerous this is going to be? You're planning on tearing a hole in the veil between the living and the dead."
"Er..." Harry gave an apologetic grimace. "Remus says to tell you that we're not actually planning that. They're already here in spirit. All we're doing is trying to get them bodies."
"Oh Remus said that, did he? How do I know this is not all some elaborate scheme to screw with my head?"
"Me? I'm the Gryffindor Golden Boy. I don't do anything sneaky enough to be considered head-screwy."
Draco actually laughed. "And that's the biggest head-screw of them all, Golden Boy. You let everyone believe you're this happy-go-lucky bumbling Gryffindor when anyone with half a brain who chose to examine the evidence would realise there's a Slytherin underneath. I need you to prove this to me. Prove, at least, that it's not some really advanced form of Multiple Personality Disorder."
"The book is not proof enough?" Harry asked.
"From my point of view, the book is a jumble of badly put together crappy rhymes."
:-Let me take over,-: Sirius said.
:-No way. You'll just make matters worse.-: Harry mentally elbowed Sirius back from the forefront of his mind.
:-I won't! I've got something I could show him.-:
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, eyeing Harry's facial expression with suspicion.
"Sirius wants to show you something. He wants to take over."
"What would he have to show me? I never met the man. He was disowned from my mother's family long before I was born. Besides, even if you are telling the truth, do you really think it's wise to let a psychotic madman possess you? "
Harry's mind was roughly commandeered by an indignant Sirius. "I am not a psychotic madman! I never killed those people!" After all this time, it had stopped being odd to feel his mouth forming those rounded aristocratic vowels without him being in control, but as Harry saw the unnerved expression flick across Draco's face, he suddenly realised quite how insane he must sound.
Draco pursed his lips, his face shifting from disturbed to reluctantly fascinated. "You don't have to kill people to be a psychotic madman."
"I've a good mind not to show you your proof," Sirius snapped.
"It's remarkable. Your whole face changes. And your voice. The accent is perfect – you've got the old-family pureblood intonation down to pat. It's enough to make me almost believe you're telling the truth."
"Harry would never lie about something like this."
Draco just raised an elegant eyebrow, nicked Harry's half-forgotten cup of cocoa, and sat back in his seat, sipping the drink.
Sirius took a deep breath and closed Harry's eyes.
"Sleep in the dark, wrapped in the dark
The stars will find you, watch you, teach you,
Frozen in death in glittering splendour,
Their power shall feed yours,
Nourish your blood-so-pure,
