Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, so don't sue me.
A/N The next chapter will be violent, so the rating may increase. This is my first *actual* fanfic, I have a songfic 'The Last Beat of My Heart' here, too. But that isn't a full-length fic.
This is set during Harry's Christmas break during his sixth year. As it says in the summary, Sirius isn't dead and Wormtail is in Azkaban.
Please R/R
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Harry waited inside the waiting room at St. Mungo's, staring with his complete attention at the door. Did he belive that it would open simply by his gazing at it? He had been there for hours waiting, watching the clock go by so slowly. Why is it that when he wanted a moment to last forever, it was over as soon as it began? And when he wanted nothing more for the time to go by fast, it seemed to slow down, or even stop...
He stared at the white door again, as though it could speak to him. It could tell him that everything was going to be okay...but nothing.
It was late at night, and the waiting room was empty. It was laden with posters and bright colours, as though trying to give people the false impression that happy moments were spent in this room.
But Harry knew better. He knew that this, being the emergency care room, was where some people have watched their loved ones die, spent the last hours of their lives, or been diagnosed with horrible diseases...he sighed, wondering if another name would be added to that list.
He looked to the door again.
"Why doesn't it ever open?"
At these words, it did.
The Healer walked out, pale-faced and tired. Wearing the trademark lime-green suit. She only spoke a few words to him.
"You can come in, now."
He walked into another room, a bit more plain than the one before it. And Harry couldn't help but notice that there was unmistakeable gloominess in the air. His eyes passed over a row of chairs, in which sat Lupin, Dumbledore, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley. All looking very peaky and grim.
The terror rose throughout Harry's body unlike any he has ever felt before.
'What if Sirius is dead?'
He had belived this to be true during the end of his 5th year and into the first week of his 6th year. But Sirius had been rescued, and Wormtail caught.
Harry thought he could never be sad again. He spent time with Sirius on the weekends, or when he had no classes. Sirius tried to make the best of their time together. Harry had a great time with Sirius, and was able to do so many things that he would never be able to do with the Dursleys, or even the Weasleys.
Sirius was like a father, a brother, and a best friend. Ron and Hermione got to come along sometimes, too. But his joy soon came to an end.
It was the week before Christmas that it happened Harry, the Weasleys, and Hermione were spending the Christmas holidays at Grimmauld Place.
Maybe they wanted revenge for Wormtail's capture.
Or they may have wanted to hurt Harry again.
Harry didn't know, nor did he want to.
All he knew was that it happened when Sirius was out doing Christmas shopping. It was quite late at night. He remembered he had got very nervous about Sirius not coming home. Harry actually had to go out and find him. He shook his head and brought himself back into reality. He did not want to remember that night.
A/N The next chapter will be violent, so the rating may increase. This is my first *actual* fanfic, I have a songfic 'The Last Beat of My Heart' here, too. But that isn't a full-length fic.
This is set during Harry's Christmas break during his sixth year. As it says in the summary, Sirius isn't dead and Wormtail is in Azkaban.
Please R/R
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Harry waited inside the waiting room at St. Mungo's, staring with his complete attention at the door. Did he belive that it would open simply by his gazing at it? He had been there for hours waiting, watching the clock go by so slowly. Why is it that when he wanted a moment to last forever, it was over as soon as it began? And when he wanted nothing more for the time to go by fast, it seemed to slow down, or even stop...
He stared at the white door again, as though it could speak to him. It could tell him that everything was going to be okay...but nothing.
It was late at night, and the waiting room was empty. It was laden with posters and bright colours, as though trying to give people the false impression that happy moments were spent in this room.
But Harry knew better. He knew that this, being the emergency care room, was where some people have watched their loved ones die, spent the last hours of their lives, or been diagnosed with horrible diseases...he sighed, wondering if another name would be added to that list.
He looked to the door again.
"Why doesn't it ever open?"
At these words, it did.
The Healer walked out, pale-faced and tired. Wearing the trademark lime-green suit. She only spoke a few words to him.
"You can come in, now."
He walked into another room, a bit more plain than the one before it. And Harry couldn't help but notice that there was unmistakeable gloominess in the air. His eyes passed over a row of chairs, in which sat Lupin, Dumbledore, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley. All looking very peaky and grim.
The terror rose throughout Harry's body unlike any he has ever felt before.
'What if Sirius is dead?'
He had belived this to be true during the end of his 5th year and into the first week of his 6th year. But Sirius had been rescued, and Wormtail caught.
Harry thought he could never be sad again. He spent time with Sirius on the weekends, or when he had no classes. Sirius tried to make the best of their time together. Harry had a great time with Sirius, and was able to do so many things that he would never be able to do with the Dursleys, or even the Weasleys.
Sirius was like a father, a brother, and a best friend. Ron and Hermione got to come along sometimes, too. But his joy soon came to an end.
It was the week before Christmas that it happened Harry, the Weasleys, and Hermione were spending the Christmas holidays at Grimmauld Place.
Maybe they wanted revenge for Wormtail's capture.
Or they may have wanted to hurt Harry again.
Harry didn't know, nor did he want to.
All he knew was that it happened when Sirius was out doing Christmas shopping. It was quite late at night. He remembered he had got very nervous about Sirius not coming home. Harry actually had to go out and find him. He shook his head and brought himself back into reality. He did not want to remember that night.
