~Tears of an Angel Chapter 1~
Harry got out of bed and went downstairs to get himself some breakfast. He was starving, and he couldn't wait for the day to begin. He and Ron were having a sleep over at the burrow, and the next day he and Sirius were going to have a day just to themselves.
Harry had never had a day with anyone before. His father was dead, and Uncle Vernon hated him. He couldn't wait to have a fun day for once in his life with his favorite person in the world.
As Harry made himself a bowl of cereal, Sirius came down and sat with him. "Ready for a fun day with the Weasleys? I am going to drop you off there around ten, so make sure you are ready to go."
"I already packed my bag last night, I just have to take a shower and I am ready to go!"
The day went by quickly for Harry, mostly because he was having so much fun with the twins and Ron. Harry ate dinner with the family and went up to with Ron to get ready for bed. (It had been a late supper.)
"That was so funny today when Fred and George made faces behind that lady, wasn't it?"
Harry laughed. "I know, and when she noticed and yelled at them! I couldn't believe it!"
Ron grinned and sat on his bed, taking his shoes off. "I knew they were going to get in trouble eventually. They never get away with anything."
Harry nodded and lay down on the bed next to Ron's. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted.
"Going to bed Harry?"
Harry yawned and replied,"Yeah, I am so tired from today. See you tomorrow."
The next morning, Harry awoke to laughter downstairs. How late was it? Harry started to get up, but felt lightheaded. He was glad Ron was not in the room to see him lay back under the covers and drift off to sleep again.
A couple of hours or so later, Harry opened his eyes to talking.
"Why do you think he's still sleeping mom? It's one already!"
Harry recognized the voice;it was Ginny. He then heard Molly speak back to the kids.
"Be quiet. I am going to call Sirius and tell him we will drop Harry off later. He is probably tired, anyways. Let him sleep."
Harry felt strange. One in the afternoon? If he slept so long, why was he still so tired? Before Harry could even think of an answer, he drifted back into an easy sleep.
The next time Harry opened his eyes, it was because Molly was shaking him.
"Harry dear, are you feeling all right? It's three thirty."
Harry tried sitting up, but felt lightheaded again, and also felt a headache coming on. "I don't know what's wrong. I just feel really tired."
"Fred, go into the bathroom and get a thermometer."
As Fred went to get it, Harry tried to explain his situation. "I really don't feel sick, Mrs. Weasley. I just feel tired. And my head hurts a little."
Molly felt his forehead, and when Fred returned, stuck the thermometer in his mouth. Harry felt embarrassed as he sat there, for everyone was watching him closely. When the thermometer beeped, Molly took it out and sighed.
"You must be feeling sick dear! You have a fever of 102.1! Ron, get his bag ready while I go call Sirius. Harry, don't even get dressed because you're going straight to bed when you get home. Why don't you go sit on the couch while you wait for him to come?"
As Harry tried to get up, he became dizzy and almost fell. George and Fred caught him and helped him to the couch.
Harry felt so tired, he just wanted to crawl up in a ball and sleep forever. His head was aching terribly, and he started to feel a little nauseous.
Harry felt like it had only been a second from when he closed his eyes that Sirius was shaking him awake. "Not feeling well, Prongslet?"
Harry nodded, too tired to even reply.
"Thanks for calling me, Molly. If I had known he wasn't feeling well, I wouldn't have let him come over. I hope none of your kids catch whatever he has."
Molly grunted. "He seemed fine last night. He was in such a good mood, right Harry? He just woke up feeling so tired. But enough talking! Get this poor child home and in bed!"
When Harry was finally in bed and at home, he decided to tell Sirius what had happened.
"I felt fine until this morning. I felt so tired, and now I have a headache, and my stomach is killing me."
Sirius sighed. "It's probably just a bug. Why don't you get some rest? If you need me, just call."
Sirius tucked Harry in and left the room, closing the door almost all the way, but leaving it open a crack in case Harry called for him. He hoped his godson would feel better soon.
Harry woke up hours later, sweaty and uncomfortable. He tried to look around, but the room was dark, which meant it was after 5 at night. Harry tried standing up to go to the bathroom. Luckily, he wasn't as dizzy, but he still had a bad headache.
In the hallway after using the bathroom, Harry decided to see what Sirius and Remus were up to. When he got to the living room, he saw Sirius and Remus watching T.V together.
"S-Sirius?" Harry's voice was raspy and it almost came out as a whisper.
"Harry? What are you doing out of bed?"
"I had to use the bathroom. Can I sit with you?"
Sirius got up and brought Harry over to the couch, and then put a hand over his forehead. "God, Harry, you are sure rocking this fever. Why don't you go back to bed?"
"I want to sleep with you, Sirius."
Sirius looked over at Remus, but found him to be sleeping. He turned back to Harry.
"Alright, let's go into my bed. You can sleep with me, but first I want you to take some Tylenol, okay?"
Harry nodded, and Sirius brought him into the kitchen to give him a glass of water and the pills.
After Harry did that, Sirius led him to the bedroom and tucked him in on Remus's side of the bed.
"Feel better Harry, I am sure this will pass soon."
How wrong Sirius was.
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