"I ate before I came, though." Sirius said and hastily devoured his scrambled eggs.

"Did you?" His grandmother, Anne Black, asked doubtfully.

"Yes, Gram." Sirius sighed and pushed his plate away. "I'm really not hungry!"

Anne eyed him for a moment longer and finally relented.

"Ok, I will get the tray and you can take it up."

Sirius smiled in relief and stood up.
"Which room is he in?"

"Your old room," Jim, Sirius' grandfather, said. "I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not!" Sirius answered cheerfully.

"Here you go." Anne said, handing Sirius a tray with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes and fruit on it. There was enough food to last a fifteen-year-old boy for a week, but Sirius knew that his grandmother was trying to fatten Harry up.

Sirius took the tray upstairs and knocked on the door to his old room- but Harry did not answer.

Sirius frowned slightly worriedly and pushed the door open.

There, lying on the bed, was his godson, Harry, who was currently fast asleep.

Sirius smiled and set the tray down on the nightstand. Approaching the bed quietly, he sat down on the mattress carefully, so as not to disturb his sleeping godson.

A lock of raven black hair had fallen into Harry's forehead, and Sirius reached out and brushed it gently away. "Harry," he whispered, "Harry, wake up!" There was no reaction.

Sirius reached out again and shook Harry's shoulder slightly. "Harry!" Still, Harry did not move. Sirius frown deepened and he tried to wake Harry up in earnest, but no matter what he tried, his godson would not respond.

"We had hoped that you could wake him." A quiet voice behind him said. Sirius whirled around. Standing in the doorway were his grandparents.

"What do you mean?" he asked, getting more and more agitated by the minute.

Jim gave a small helpless shrug and said soothingly:
"The doctor should be here any minute."

As if to prove this statement, there was knock on the door and Anne answered it. Anne and the doctor both walked upstairs and after a few short greetings the doctor checked Harry over.

After a few minutes, the doctor nodded grimly and put his things back into his bag in silence.

He stood up and walked over to were Sirius, Anne and Jim were waiting to talk to him.

"How is he?" Sirius asked urgently, not able to wait any longer.

The doctor sighed and looked each of the three people in the eyes before answering.
"He is in a coma." He said solemnly.

Sirius, Anne and Jim gasped in shock.
"Will he come out?" Sirius asked worriedly.

"Maybe. I cannot say yet."

"When?" Sirius asked again, desperation in his voice.

But the doctor just shook his head.
"If he does wake up, then he should have someone whom he knows around him."

Sirius sighed and dropped his head in defeat, knowing that there was indeed no way for the doctor to know when Harry would wake up.

"Alright, then." He said quietly.

The doctor put a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Call me when he wakes up, will you?"

Sirius nodded, not taking his eyes off his godson.
"Alright."

After that the doctor left and Anne and Jim went into their store.

Sirius stayed with Harry, just in case Harry woke up.

Sirius stayed by Harry's side for hours, yearning to speak to his godson.

However, it was not until around noon that something happened.

"Padfoot….."

Sirius' head snapped up and he looked over to the bed to be sure that it was Harry that was the one talking to him.

"Padfoot!"

Sirius almost fell out of his chair with excitement.

"Harry, you're awake!"
Sirius jumped up and hurried over to Harry's bedside, giving the child a big hug.

Harry smiled very slightly.
"Yeah, I suppose I am."