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Chapter 4 / Hope? Or just an extension of inevitable?

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Seven days have passed since Harry's death, yet no one outside of a small circle of people knew.

Precisely seven days from the saviour's death occurred something unimaginable.

Magic shot from the boy's body as if an arrow has been released flying towards the ceiling. Then quickly returning back to a cold sixteen-year-old whose body arched like a bow within the moment, his magic struck the body. His heart started pumping and lungs abruptly filled with the much needed air when a breath was taken or rather forced through parted lips.

The boy who has already lived once just survived for the second time. Heavy lids moved slightly and after a while exhaustingly uncovered those wild green emeralds.

He didn't know what was going on, his mind confused and such a mess but knowing he haven't been in the room ever before.

Where was he?

Another thought occurred to him.

Sirius.

He was alive Harry knew. He had thought Sirius was dead but when Harry died himself… he did die didn't he?

That didn't actually matter Sirius didn't die, though, he knew that for sure.

Why is it so cold?

He tried to whisper but frozen vocals refused to listen and make a sound. Freezing hex was still trying to maintain Harry's body temperature under null to stop the body from decaying but now it was only hurting him.

He wasn't able to undo the hex with his wandless magic… too weak to even move but he had to less he would most probably die… for real this time.

He spent ten minutes forcing himself to control at least some of his fingers, twice as much effort and time before he could lift one arm and after two hours of wild attempt to free himself Harry was finally able to pull his body to a sitting position.

"Now com- the –se part." Muttered Harry to no one in particular with his at least slightly regained voice which betrayed him still from time to time. One by one both of his legs were swung across the edge of the medical mattress Harry had been lying on to try and achieve moving his calf muscles which were followed by his thighs.

His legs were really an obstacle but eventually after two painful hours of desperation and effort he managed to move them. Balance on the other hand was a wretched thing. It seemed impossible when his fragile and unstable legs gave out and he crashed down to the floor.

"Fuck – it," hissed Harry his voice strained with pain he felt as if it had been a lightning bolt that surged through his frozen body.

Whining and extremely tired he managed to crawl and lean his back to the wall next to his bed. He couldn't go on anymore exhausted and severely hypothermic… he was hardly resisting the sweet image of sleep.

All of a sudden he felt something warm at his heart and to his surprise it was in a shape of a wand! He reached into his jacket, clutched the totally unknown piece of wood and drew it out so he could have a good look at it. He would have recognised it anywhere especially after he got washed by Sirius' comforting magic as if it was welcoming him back…

Why was his lover's wand here though?

Why would he have Sirius' wand?

It couldn't have been a coincidence and the animagi wouldn't have just left it there in the first place… right? This gave him the much needed resolve to continue in his task. Harry gritted his teeth and forcefully brought his body up thanks to his grip on the wall and bed then he gave his best to try and stand still on his shaking legs. He had to see him there was no other option… He had to see Sirius with his own eyes!

When he was at least partly sure his legs won't give out from underneath him any time soon again, still staggering Harry headed to the only door that there was.

A loud curse and a lot of other foul language could be heard because the door was hiding a steep and very long spiral staircase. Harry had a wand but while trying to do magic he found out he didn't have almost any.

He had to exhaust it when his body fought to restart and maintain all of his life functions and he knew it would take a lot of time to recover just a partial amount of his magic. Too much time to waste it and wait here for the magic to come back to him.

Harry dragged himself up those stairs and walked through a magical barrier that kept others from going down there. He stopped dead at his tracks as he recognized that magic, it was Mad eyed Moody's for sure but why him?

Fear swept through his body, Sirius would have not allowed that…

Hell DUBLEDORE wouldn't have let that happen!

Is headmaster perhaps dead? And what about Sirius? I hope I'm not too late. He wanted to follow me, dad said so but surely he changed his mind? He wouldn't kill himself… Moody's authority just won over his… right? But if headmaster passed away… is it still safe here?

"Madame Pomfrey?" A whisper echoed throughout the entire room once the hospital wing was recognized. Even though there were only few selected words spoken she was supposed to hear him… she weren't there though.

Where the hell is she? She never leaves this place… even during the meals she's all ears with all those spells which are supposed to tell if there's someone who needs help! So where is she?!

Harry was horrified and absolutely frightened, he didn't hesitate for a second though before he covered his hair and face with a hoodie and started his walk to the Gryffidor Tower.

Not knowing what happened Harry just wanted to ease his desire to see Sirius and not die in the process of his pursuit of him. He didn't yearn for another death of his he refused to die again and for real but what if Moody went insane and took over the school?

Harry wouldn't be too surprised.

No… that surely didn't happen…not a chance.

A frustrated breath escaped through his lips he was going mental himself.

Is Voldemort really dead? Between life and death my only concern was to find Sirius but I didn't see Voldemort either.

Who's going to guarantee that his evil self is gone?

I need to be careful he might have woken up just as I did maybe even sooner… everything can be different.

There was absolutely no one in the hallways, he kept his face hidden anyway so the portraits couldn't recognise him and report he's alive to who knows whom. The stair almost killed him but then he whispered the latest password to the Fat Lady and unseen slipped inside.

Fools… the both of them… not even one of them thought to change a password… Swept through Harry's mind while he was thinking about his two friends this year's prefects.

When he got to his dormitory he was startled but relieved altogether because his possessions were still there.

Why did they leave it in here? I died they should have given them to Sirius so why's everything here as if nothing happened? And when we're at it… why didn't they bury me?

It wasn't like Harry minded he hadn't awoken in a coffin 10 feet under the ground but the question was still there, then it occurred to him. He realized he probably wasn't declared dead.

Who would try to… cover up my death?

Invisibility cloak was still in his trunk along with the Marauders' map so he grabbed them and unseen made his way to the headmaster's office.

I appreciate they didn't bury me… but why?

Do I mean so little they didn't tell anyone I had died?

Maybe… they wanted to 'keep' me alive?

Who initiate this?

There was an obvious answer for that question, the only stubborn lunatics around here who could have hoped to persuade even Molly of all people that this is a good idea… were Snape and Moody.

Judging by the magic that was preventing anyone to go down there towards Harry, he was betting on Moody. "Bastard," escaped through gritted teeth, then his thoughts changed course and got back to Sirius.

Marauders' map was used only to ensure a clear hallway and that no one's going to cross his way even though it didn't really matter with his Invisibility cloak. Harry presumed it was a lunchtime and anticipated that everyone's in the Great hall including Professors he didn't check it for sure though. He didn't want to see… who was lost in the battle at the ministry.

He didn't even know whether all of his friends had come back that day… only one person mattered.

Harry Potter just really badly needed to see Sirius!

"Chocolate cake," whispered Harry to the gargoyle which was protecting headmaster's office.

Dumbledore just doesn't change.

Well this means he's alive at least… or that the school is in good hands.

Spiral staircase brought him upwards to the empty office. Without any other thought a bunch of letax powder was thrown into the fireplace and then happy; "Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" echoed throughout the room.

Harry stepped through the green flames that were a huge reminder of an Avada he released back at the ministry, he closed the connection after he arrived at Sirius' house and then exhausted sank to the ground.

"Sirius!" Harry whined desperately but the house stayed deadly quiet, not even Kreacher showed up despite it being his responsibility…, no one came.

Why?

"Where are you?" Said the boy brokenly and tried to get up to his staggering feet once again. He gave it his all… he was here then why wasn't Sirius?

Where was his lover wandering?

Yes, he thought Sirius was dead but that wasn't true. Harry knew his lover was alive he felt it when he was slowly returning to his body… for him…

Nobody knew about their relationship then who would give him Sirius' wand?

It must have been him!

"Siri-us…" Tried Harry in the middle of the staircase for the last time but his strength wasn't enough to keep him going. He couldn't even crawl anymore so he fainted… his consciousness swept away with his lover's name on his lips.

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