Warning: none except fluff alert.

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Summary: Sirius wakes and thinks he's may be having Hallucinations (I like that word)

Flowering Willow

Chapter 4 It just didn't seem real

It's funny how when you're sick you think of all these odd things. You suddenly remember the strangest things of times long forgotten. Regrets and old conversations, it all suddenly becomes clear and sorted in your weak mind. All those things that once gnawed away at your soul suddenly appear clear, it's like your mind need 5-10-15 years to make its decision. There you are without warning remembering people and faces that you hadn't in years even thought of. Thinking of these people you should never have let slip from your life.

Sirius held his breath, dreams, it had been a dream. He half chuckled keeping his eyes shut, he knew it was still early, he could feel the warmth of the sunlight pressing against his skin. This is the best he had felt in days. Maybe he would be able to sit up today, have some broth. The thing was he was so comfy where he lie he didn't want to move. He felt warm all over, from the tips of his toes, to the warm breath that was on his neck, to the weight of the extra set of hands on his chest. It all felt so comfortable like it should be always in life.

It was the scent that was slowly waking his mind. The over powering smell of Hogwarts the castles mustiness, then the smell of the infirmary, a place he had spent way to much time in as a student. Then there was the smell that was so close, it was on his person, the smell of a women. Of lavender, the clean smell of soap, but it was the next scent that made his eyes pop open and he smiled as he remembered.

It's funny how you never forget some smells. Some remind you of childhood, of mom, of that place you had your first kiss, or of that family cook out where everything was perfect. Then there are the other scents. Scents that you keep private, some that you keep all to yourself not even telling your best friend. Some that reminds you of a lost love. Sirius smiled and squeezed his eyes letting the smell of the sweet scent of flowers, of blossoms blooming, of lying under the trees letting the blue and lavender flowers fall upon your head, it could be none other than…. Flowering Willow. He hadn't thought of that fragrance since the night he told Petunia Evans he couldn't marry her. That night that he had broke her heart and his. Once he thought he had caught a whiff of willow when he was in a store shopping long ago, he was so startled that day, to reminded of her, he remembered looking around franticly for Petunia but she hadn't been there.

Sirius eyes popped open as the realization that it was a warm breath on his cheek that was keeping him warm. That the smell of Willow was real it wasn't some hallucination but it was here with him. Could it be…was 'Pet' here with him. Sirius tried to turn his head to get a look but his neck ached and it was still stiff and painful to move. He then tried to turn his whole body. "Pet?" he mumbled "Pet is that you" he felt the weight lift out of bed, the extra set of hands lift from his chest. He had to be hallucinating she couldn't be here, he was in the Hogwarts castle he was sure of that. He struggled to get a look of who was escaping, his voice caught in his throat as he tried to scream her name, was by some miracle Petunia here.

He heard the rustling as madam Pomfrey coming over to him with a healing potion to drink. "Pet" he muttered, he franticly tried to sit up, the door clicked shut, she was here! She was really here, Madam Pomfrey pushed him back onto the bed. "Sirius Black please" she shrieked.

"Is she here, is she?" he muttered over and over again. He had to go after her, he had to…

"No ones here, now take your potion."

Sirius shifted his weight to the other side of the bed swinging his legs out of bed. He stood on shaky feet and stumbled toward the door. Madam Pomfrey grabbed his arm, yanking him back, Sirius skidded on the sheets and bedding he had clutched around his waist, finally dropping them. Madam Pomfrey tripped as Sirius let go of the sheets and knocked herself out on the foot broad of his bed.

Sirius looked down at the women, he felt bad and would help her in a minute. But first he had to see if she was here. To see if some way she had made it to the castle, to him. Sirius entered the deserted corridor, it was void of anyone. He looked both ways, disappointed… if he had been feeling better he would run up and down this hall, looking for her, shouting her name. Perhaps he had been foolish to think she was here…it had to be a fever, a hallucination. It just seemed so real.

To think that he would matter to her after all this time, that was crazy wasn't it? He knew she was married, Lily had told him long ago of Petunias wedding, of a son being born. But those things didn't matter, he had never stopped thinking of her. Before Azkaban, during Azkaban, and now after, sometimes it was all he had left of his youth. Of a life that could have turned out so different, if only it hadn't been for this war. Sirius clutched the wall, steadying himself, it was crazy to think that she would still even want to be with him. And from what Harry said about his aunt and uncle she wasn't the same person she had once been.

Sirius pushed at the infirmary's doors, it was time to deal with what he assumed was going to be a very angry madam Pomfrey. Once he woke her mind you.

"Siri" she whispered more to herself then to the man before her. Sirius turned slightly, it almost sounded like the wind whipping through the halls, like a sound caught on the filtering breeze. He stared down the hall, hallucinations, it had to be. It had to be a combination of the curses and hexes, the potions and spell removers of madam Pomfrey, his being overly tired and stressed from the last few days. A hallucination of his, of a lost time, of a world that seemed so long ago that he almost doubted that it could have ever happened. Like he could ever had been that in love with someone. Love it just didn't seem real.

Sirius was so lost in thought…he stared in disbelief as she approached, as she placed her hand on his arm. He looked up to the bluest eyes he had seen in a long time. To a vision that seemed to be real, quite real. Willow scent, the soft feathery breath, the strand of blond hair eternally out of place, he reached up to sweep it behind her ear, letting his finger graze the tender cheek, delicate throat, her smooth lips, Sirius head spun.

He held her face in his hands, brushing his lips against those sweet lips, and kissed her softly. He remembered this, his Petunia, his Pet. God how he remembered this, how could he have let her slip away? How could he let this beautiful women go? Sirius collapsed to the floor.

Petunia looked down at Sirius and turn and ran down the hall to the rooms she shared with her nephew Harry.

To be continued soon….