Chapter 1: Harry Potter: Too Late

Time: Order of the Phoenix

I was riding Buckbeak, up to the North Tower of Hogwarts, I knew immediately it was my third year, I don't know how, I just knew. I was going to rescue Sirius, he was going to be given the Dementors' Kiss.

When I reached the window I looked in, I saw Sirius sitting against the wall, looking defeated. I tried to open the window, but it was looked.

I grabbed my wand to use the unlocking charm, but as I did so, I dropped it. The door to the room opened, and in floated a Dementor.

"No!" I screamed.

The Dementor pulled down its hood revealing its gapping hole of a mouth. Sirius had a panicked look in his eyes. The Dementor latched its jaws over Sirius, and Sirius was struggling, kicking and lashing out, then he just stopped. The Dementor, satisfied, dropped Sirius and he slumped against the wall. The Dementor floated out of the room.

I kicked the window opened and climbed in. I ran over to my godfather. He had a blank look in his eyes.

"Sirius! Sirius!" I said.

I grabbed his wrist, he still had a pulse, he was alive, awake, but unresponsive.

"Sirius!" I cried. His soul had been sucked out, he was just alive, but no longer living. I just lost my only way to get out of the Dursley's because I was too late.

I cried, trying to get Sirius to respond but nothing worked.

"Harry, Harry wake up." a voice said, shaking my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, Sirius' concerned face was looking down on me.

"Are you alright?" Sirius asked.

"I think so. Had a nightmare." I said.

"Voldemort?" Sirius asked.

"No," I said sitting up.

"What was it?" Sirius asked.

I broke into a sob and threw myself into Sirius, burying my face in his chest. "I was too late to save you!" I cried.

"Huh?" Sirius asked.

"That night, at the end of my third year. On Buckbeak. I was too late! You got the Kiss." I cried.

"Harry, look at me." Sirius said.

I looked at him, tears still in my eyes.

"I'm alright. I'm perfectly fine." Sirius said comfortingly.

We sat like that for a while.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"No, I was walking down the hall, I heard you crying my name, so I came to see what was wrong." Sirius said.

"I'm such a bother. Everyone is dying for me." I said.

"Harry, never think that, you are not a bother." Sirius said.

"I'm the reason Voldemort is back!" I said.

"Not of your own choosing. Harry you are not a bother. You aren't weak either for not wanting to lose the people you care about." Harry said.

"I guess." I said. I was nervous, I didn't want to go back to sleep, I didn't want to lose Sirius again. But I was fifteen, it would seem rather childish if I asked to stay with me, or rather creepy.

Sirius saw my predicament; he summoned a chair over to my bed. He sat in it.

"I'll be right here." Sirius said.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. Sirius being there, even if he was just in a chair next to my bed, it was comforting. I feel asleep with no problem and did not have any more nightmares.