Authors Note.
Hi all, first ever fanfic, please be gentle. I need lots of advice so pretty please, feel free to give me some! Reviews would be awesome! :) Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Oh yeah, I dont own Harry Potter. :(
'DUMBLEDORE!'
Harry turned to look where Neville was staring. Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electrical charge surge through every particle of his body – they were saved.
Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thoughts of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eater nearest realised he was there and yelled to the others. One of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell put him back as easily and effortlessly as though he'd hooked him on an invisible line –
One pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's red jet of light : he was laughing at her.
'Come on, you can do better than that!'
He yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
As the second jet of light neared upon Sirius, time seemed to slow down. Harry opened his mouth to send warning of the blinding green light closing in on his godfather, but no sound came. Harry's feet seemed to be planted to the smooth stone ground, he was frozen.
A single scream was heard by all. Harry franticly looked around, trying to locate the witch whose heart wrenching scream sounded so much like his mothers, fourteen years ago. His eyes locked on Bellatrix Lestrange. Fear soared through him as a pair of hands held him back from the horrors that lurked infront of him.
Bellatrix was still screaming, her wand out of reach as she made mad attempts to free herself from the brains that had been thrown in her direction. Harry felt no pity as she slowly began to go limp, she bellowed one final word before she disappeared underneath the swarm of brain forever.
'TRAITOR!'
All went quiet. In a single heartbeat, Harry knew who the word was meant for. Sirius.
Harry broke free of the strangers clutch and ran towards the rubble and brains that littered the floor where his godfather was last sighted. The quick sprint took an eternity, a million thoughts rushing through his mind. Was Sirius dead? Why had the fighting not continued? Who had thrown the brains? Where was Sirius? Again he thought to himself, is he dead?
Movement beneath the rubble caught Harry's attention, no, demanded Harry's attention. Harry dived, and dragged the weak mess that was Sirius, out into clear ground. Sirius was a mess, blood was pouring out of a deep wound in his chest, soaking his robes. Bruises covered every inch of his skin, his lip was swollen and covered in dust.
'Sirius! Sirius, wake up, please!' croaked Harry as tears streamed down his face.
'No Sirius, you can't die! Your all I have left! There's still so much to do, clear your name, get the home you promised me. I... I love you! Don't die please!'
Harry couldn't take the thought of losing yet another father figure. It hurt too much. Old wounds were suddenly reopened, it was all too much. He felt the presence of others around him, Neville, Dumbledore, and Remus, who knelt beside Harry as they wept together. Nobody tried to stop them, nobody made any attempt to move them, and Harry was thankful for this.
Remus suddenly became filled with guilt.
'Sirius I'm sorry! I should have helped, is should have had your back! I should have...'
'I had hoped for a beautiful girl to be waiting for me when I awakened, instead i get you Moony? How is that fair?'
Came an amused voice.
Sirius Black smiled a weak smile as he made an attempt to get up. He had almost pulled himself up off the dust filled ground before he was tackled by a grinning Harry Potter and an embarrassed Remus Lupin.
New tears washed over the three, this time they were tears of joy. They found themselves in a tight hug, as Dumbledore handed them an emergency portkey, which instantly took them back to Hogwarts.
Several days passed before Harry finally gained consciousness. The exhaustion he had felt, cause by the previous week's events had vanished, and a head injury Harry had failed to notice while in the Department of Mysteries had been tightly bandaged.
As he peered around the Hospital Wing, he saw his fellow DA members, grinning at him from their beds. He returned there smiles, and continued to look around, until his eyes fell upon Sirius sniggering in his bed while Remus entertained him with a joke book. As he watched them, he realised he would be okay, he let the old friends carry on their conversation as Harry drifted off back to sleep. There would be time for talking later.