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Hope you like this, I wrote most of it while I was about to fall asleep, so sorry for any slips and if it's not as good/long as other chapters. I have started the next chapter already, and plan to upload as soon as I get some reviews. I won't want to upload more if I don't get reviews. So, anyway, ENJOY! xx
As soon as Harry had blinked 'yes' to Remus' statement and clarified that he indeed could hear him, Sirius bowled Remus over. He used his shoulder in a manner so rough and urgent, that Remus stumbled quite a few paces from where he was previously. Sirius put his shaking fingers on Harry's cheeks and leaned over him facing him. "Harry, I'm so sorry. It's my fault! I'm sorry, God, I'm so sorry Harry. I'm sorry for not being there for you for not listening. I'm so stupid! This is my entire fault! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Sirius continued in this way, and Harry could see exactly how his face screwed up every time he said he was sorry, like he was being slapped in the face, again and again. Sirius, with his pale fingers still pressed into Harry's cheeks, stared at him with the most pained expression on his face as if he was trying to evaluate how much Harry hated him. Remus spoke softly, interrupting Sirius' rant. "Harry, do you think this was Sirius' fault? Do you blame him?" Harry had never blamed Sirius and Of course it wasn't his fault. How could Sirius ever think something like that? Harry blinked once, no, and he felt Sirius take his hand in gratitude and relief. He still whispered apologies into his knuckles when Remus turned away though, and Harry rolled his eyes.
It took several long minutes for the situation to be explained to a hysterical Hermione and Molly and a confused, angry Ron. "He had just starting blinking then." Tonks clarified. Through this time Sirius continued to hold Harry's hand and talk to him. Then, a question from Hermione was far to pressing to ignore. "Will he be back to normal soon?" She had sniffed. Remus first looked at Hermione and then back at Harry. Remus asked him Hermione's question. Harry blinked twice again and first the first time that night, Harry heard the happy laughs, woops and relieved sighs of his loved ones. He would be fine. "Thank god!" Sirius squeezed his hand and Hermione and Ron hugged him. Harry was incredibly happy to note that he was safe and happy and all the people around him knew that Harry would hug them back soon. Although hugging someone was very far away from where he was now, he could only blink, breathe and move his eyes.
Once everyone got over their shock, they crowded around Harry's table and encouraged him to try and move. Sirius hadn't moved from his position holding Harry's hand at the side of his bed and the other order members crowded beside him. "C'mon Harry mate, try to wiggle your toes, just a little bit…" "Just squeeze my hand Harry; I know you can do it…" Harry tried centering all his energy on moving his fingers and his toes, but it was useless. No matter how hard he tried, Harry couldn't seem to make even the smallest twitch. His friends sure were persistent though, they continued their steady stream of encouragement while the sky outside was painted morning, pale pink and grey. Then, Hermione, Ron and Molly had to return to tell everyone the good news about Harry's survival. They left with loud pops, Harry even thought Tonks and Remus would leave, but they stayed by his side, Tonks positioned comfortably in Remus' lap, the tree of them hand butter beers.
"Try just one more time for us Harry, moving your hand…" Harry closed his eyes tight with the energy he was exerting, he tried to move his finger even the tiniest fraction upwards. It didn't work. Harry was starting to get annoyed, why wasn't it working? Sirius must have seen the sad look in his eye because Sirius muttered to him. "Don't worry, Harry, You'll get it soon." Remus and Tonks walked exhaustedly into the kitchen and Harry wanted to tell them to go to sleep, they shouldn't be staying up because of him. Remus slumped down in a kitchen chair and smiled. Tonks smiled at him wearily too, "I'm so glad you're alive harry." Harry rolled his eyes, trying to smile. Sirius stood up, joints cracking, and padded into the kitchen. "Me too, I was so scared, for so long I thought that you were actually gone, that I wouldn't have someone to annoy the hell out of me." Sirius said this in such a pained voice, bringing another butter beer back to his table and unscrewing it. Remus snorted and Tonks laughed at Sirius' description. Harry looked longingly at the bottle that Sirius was pouring into his glasses. What Harry wouldn't give for the familiar warming sensation right now. "Sirius, I think Harry wants something of that…" Remus chuckled, seeing Harry's gaze glued to the bottle.
Sirius smiled at smirked at Harry. "Help yourelf" Remus chuckled again. After a few moments, before Sirius drank his own, Sirius gave in and he poured the mixture down Harry's throat. Harry gulped it down greedily, earning laughs, and tried to drink as much as he could before Sirius pulled away. Just as he remembered, Harry felt warmth spread through him releasing him from the lingering smell of the death eater's presence, un-clenching his bones, making his vision blurry. It was different in a way too, it almost burned as it made his way down his throat and tasted slightly bitter, A lot had slid down his throat, it made him realize how tired he was. Harry's eyes drifted shut, and they almost glued together, Harry had the feeling that nothing was going to make his open his eyes of his own accord.
"Harry, are you alright?" Sirius asked carefully as he watched his godsons eyes stay shut. He couldn't bear the sight of Harry's eyes closed, it was too much like before, when he had been so cold and still. When Harry didn't open his eyes Remus cut across him before Sirius could stress too much. "He's exhausted, let him sleep." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. Just sleeping, Harry was perfectly fine, Just sleeping. Sirius took the grimy glass to his lips. As soon as his glass was lowered and Sirius finished his gulp, he froze. And swore. Sirius jumped up frantically and grabbed Harry's shoulder, trying to wake him. "Sirius! What are you…! I told you that he was…" Remus scrambled over in confusion and pulled his hands away from Harry's sleeping form. "Moony! I've drugged my own Godson! This isn't just butter beer, It's spiked, heavily! You can taste the alcohol! Moony, I'm such a bad guardian!"
Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius earnest and worried expression and pulled him into a hug. "Sirius" He commanded, while looking directly in Sirius' eyes, Remus took a sip of the mixture, "It's not spiked heavily, It's hardly going to harm him and Sirius, you're the best anybody could ask for as a guardian, more than Harry could ask for, It's a tiny mistake… Don't worry." But as Sirius sat down wearily again and pressed his face into his hands, Remus knew it wasn't just this incident.
Sirius had harbored the blame for Harry's encounter with the dementors, even when Harry said he didn't blame him, He felt guilty for not taking in Harry when he was little, and tonight had been an emotional rollercoaster. Sirius had reached his breaking point. Realizing that he should be left alone, Remus patted him on the back and walk upstairs to find a bed to crash in. He could hear Tonks coming up the stairs behind him and as they separated on the landing, Remus kissed her softly goodnight.
Remus knew that he loved every person in this house, and he had just learnt how horrible it was to think you lost one. Remus smiled as he stared at the black ceiling in his room. They were the best family ever. Remus thought this just as he went to sleep.
Tonks couldn't help but blush in the darkness when Remus kissed her, she begged not to trip as she walked back into her room. When she fell asleep, she thought of Harry and Sirius and how they were the perfect combination. She thought of Remus and herself too, and how much liked it. She decided as she fell asleep, that the four of them had to stick together, she knew there were though times ahead, but she was ready. She was ready to fight.
Sirius was battling conflicting emotions. He mulled it over through the underside of a clean un-spiked butter beer bottle. He was disappointed in himself, he should have tried harder to rescue and protect Harry, but he was also insanely happy and scared. It was like Sirius had just gotten a taste of what loosing Harry would be like and he was finally painfully aware how easily he could be snatched from under his nose. Those few hours were long and torturous, how could he ever live through that again? For any longer? Sirius knew he had to be careful. Spiked butter beer wasn't that earth shattering, but what if it had been poisoned and Sirius had poured it right in his mouth, killing him. Sirius would never forgive himself. But Sirius was too happy about other things now, to dwell. His godson was alive and Sirius had been given another chance to protect him, be a good guardian, and a role model. Sirius could have danced for joy. Sirius also felt the fear too, fear that he would wake up and see Harry dead again, or Harry wouldn't wake up… Sirius shook his head. He found the butter beer scrambling his brain further instead of clearing it. For now, Harry was safe and happy, so Sirius was grateful.
Sirius took his godson carefully and placed him on the couch, wrapping him in blankets. Sirius hugged him once more, feeling his slight fame breathing softly. Sirius turned and walked into his room. He smiled, and his smile reached and stretched all the way over his face and it didn't disappear until he fell asleep. Sirius was so incredibly happy. He was walking on a cloud.
Harry awoke when he rolled onto the floor. Soft sunlight glared in his eyes and Harry groaned, pulling the blanket off the coach and pulling it over his head. Just as fast as he awoke, Harry fell asleep again.
Sirius woke up in the morning on his back and he quickly got his bearings. He was in his room on his bed, it was morning. Harry was fine. Sirius let out a large breath and smiled again. He seemed to be smiling a lot with Harry around. Sirius ran downstairs, only slowing to keep his mother undisturbed, to bound into the kitchen. Sirius knew well enough not to attempt to cook in case he burnt the place down, so he poked his head into the living room. Sirius got quite a shock when he saw the couch bare. Sirius rushed over. Where was Harry? Was he up already? Had he gone wandering? Sirius was about to check the house when a lump near his feet moved and groaned. Sirius laughed at the blanket covered figure moaning and turning.
Then, startling Sirius a few paces backwards, Harry sat up abruptly, light in his eyes. "I'm ALIVE!" Harry leapt into the air in joy at finally regaining his limbs and voice. He did a sort of victory tribal dance, spinning around dizzidly, jumping and leaping about. "I'm alive!" Harry chanted, wildly kicking his feet in a move that was a mix between the can-can and the moonwalk. At any rate, Harry's foot shot out and hit a lamp off the side table. Harry stopped dancing and chanting after it shattered to the floor. Harry looked around at Sirius guiltily. "Oops?"
Sirius blinked twice, in stunned silence. Last night, Sirius couldn't stop the nagging worry in his mind that Harry wouldn't be able to move and talk, or that Harry actually did lose his soul. Seeing Harry moving was a huge relief. If Sirius hadn't been so shocked at seeing Harry wake up so fast, He would be dancing beside him. As for the lamp, Sirius had broken fifty times more on purpose, he didn't care at all. Sirius wished he had somehow filmed the moment of Harry's wild, awful dancing. Sirius roared with laughed ,throwing his head back. "You are… the WORST dancer… ever." Sirius wheezed. Harry narrowed his eyes playfully. "and that's the reception I get for regaining use of limbs?" Sirius was overcome with emotion and gratefulness that his godson was alive that he actually thought he was going to cry again. He repressed it and swept his godson into a bone-crushing hug.
Together they danced around the room wildly, waltzing like they were drunk. Sirius collapsed on the couch and Harry sat crossed-legged on the table beside him, an uncontrollable smile on his face. "So… What's for breakfast?"
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