Chapter 1
A sensation like no other rippled through Sirius as he was tossed like a limp rag through the opening Bellatrix had shot him through. Suddenly it felt as if he were being kissed by a pool of flowing water. Gasping, he tried to push himself to Harry. He wasn't dead. All around him was darkness, silver splotches reaching around him like ink diving into pure water. "Harry!" he yelped into the darkness, waving his arms. His body was sinking down, the cool air touching him but he remained unbothered by it. It was as if it had never hit him. He heard whispers, and then all was silent black.
He awoke to a blinding light that pierced him solid. "He's awake, He's AWAKE!" someone yelped through the light and the clear of the room. Recognition flooded through him. This was the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. Something wasn't right about being here. Lifting his head slightly, he tried to push himself to remember what it was. "That's it!" He yelped. He was a wanted man! "I have to leave." He said, pushing himself off the clean white bed stonily. He was thrown back down by a throbbing ache that lined along the side of his ribs. A grinning face lowered until it was next to his. It was strikingly familiar, but nothing rang a bell. Glasses, black hair strung around his face; which reminded him of Harry; but these eyes were light blue other than Harry's green. Sirius gasped, his stomach lurching. His old friend James Potter stood before him.
"You wouldn't want to that! You've been out for a week and still recovering." the grinning James chuckled. Sirius eyed him wearily. "What am I doing here?" He asked quietly. James went pale. "We found you out by the Womping Willow. I don't really know what happened, but you were unconscious and looked wounded." he croaked as if hiding something. "I have to get to Harry," he responded. James' face went bleach white again, flinching silently. "You'll be healed by potions. I hear Slughorn has some real work for us, eh Sirius? Eh?" He laughed weakly, still pale. He left the room, silent.
Sirius spent another hour in the hospital wing, puzzled by the situation he was in and why James was alive. After a while, he saw the nurse come over and help him to his feet. She said something he didn't hear and ushered him out. He stumbled through the corridors when he spotted a teenage Remus racing towards him. "Your back!" the werewolf exclaimed, thrusting his arms from his side. Sirius nodded absentmindedly and swiped his hand over the stone wall, leaving a streak of dust across his palm. Remus pulled his face around in front of Sirius', a puzzled smile stretching his face. "What's up Padfoot?" he beamed, worry etching his face. Sirius mumbled something quietly, glancing around at Hogwarts in interest. "HEY GUYS!" someone screeched cheerfully. Sirius flipped around just in time to see James with his head down barreling towards them. James knocked into Remus' head and tumbled toward Sirius, who ducked just to get a foot on his head. "And that," someone said in a sharp tone. "Is why we don't run in the halls." Sirius lifted his head against the foot and saw Professor McGonagall glaring down at them. "Sorry Professor." James mumbled. "Yeah," Sirius choked to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter from the weirdness of the whole situation. He had to know what was happening.
