Disclaimer: This is J.K. Rowlings universe. I'm just shooting through it.
Chapter 5: Choices
Sirius was sitting in the kitchen, mad at the world when he heard the Floo activate. He got up and led the charge into the sitting room where he found Flitwick coming through with his godson and Madame Pomfrey right behind him.
"Nobody touch him." Pomfrey warned as she noticed all of the people starting to crowd the sitting room.
"What's wrong with him, Poppy?" Professor McGonagall asked as she stepped out of the way.
"Let us get him someplace safe and I'll tell you everything that I know." Madame Pomfrey warned as they cleared a path to the stairs.
Sirius cleared a path to the second floor where his old room was. When they got to it he opened the door and had it cleared with a couple of charms. Then he transfigured the bed to so that Poppy could get Harry settled and led the others out of the room.
While the others returned to the kitchen, Madame Pomfrey checked his health and spelled his potions into his system while Professor Flitwick finished his own work to make the room a little better for Harry when he woke up.
Finally finished they went down to the kitchen where they could talk to everyone ad fill them in on what they needed to know.
Once they were in the kitchen Molly made them two cups of tea while they settled into their seats.
When everybody was settled, Madame Pomfrey started to explain what she knew of the entire situation.
"When Mr. Potter showed up in my infirmary I was terrified. He was under a death stasis. I tried to revive him and couldn't reach him. All I could do was spell some healing and nutrient potions into his system and hope. Then I reinstated the stasis and prayed. Just a few minutes ago Filius came in and told me that we had to move him quickly. So we brought him here. Now would someone tell me why in the name of Merlin and Morgana that we had to move him so quickly?" she demanded.
"That would be because we decided to call Albus to account when he told us about Mr. Potter being so ill. Instead of trying to answer honestly, Albus decided that we didn't need to know anymore and Sirius expelled him from the house. Thank you, Filius for acting so quickly." Professor McGonagall said to her colleague.
"We both know how Albus acts, and I didn't want to take the risk with Mr. Potter's health." Flitwick said as he sipped his tea.
"What can we do to help him, Poppy?" Sirius asked.
"I really don't know, Sirius. Somebody needs to stay with him and watch over him for the time being." she replied.
"Is he going to be okay, Poppy?" Remus asked.
"I really don't know, Remus. From what I can see he did this to himself. If he doesn't want to come back then he won't without a good reason." she said.
"We're his friends. He wouldn't just leave us!" Ron said stubbornly.
That's when it hit Hermione why he had done this and she sobbed in remorse as she lowered her head.
"Yeah, right. We're such good friends that we cut ourselves of from him at the orders of the Headmaster. That's real good." she cried as she dropped her head into her hands.
"WHAT? What do you mean?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"The Headmaster said that nobody should have contact with Harry. He said that he needed to be left alone after the tournament and Cedric's death." Molly explained, horror-stricken at what they had all done and how they had appeared to abandon Harry.
"Sweet Morgana! Have you all taken leave of your senses? You know that you can't leave someone alone after they have experienced what that boy has. Especially with the other problems he has. Sirius, you were an Auror. You know better." Madame Pomfrey exploded at them.
But Remus was the one that caught the qualifier in her words.
"Poppy, what do you mean the other problems he has?" he asked.
"Please tell me Albus told you about the abuse?" she said as she looked around the room, only to see the blank looks that they were wearing. "Sweet Baby Maeve! Not even you, Minerva?"
"Albus told me nothing. What can you tell us about this abuses?" Minerva asked.
When she heard this Madame Pomfrey took a minute to gather her thoughts and then briefed them on all of Harry's medical exams for the last four years and what they meant.
By the time she had filled them in on her conclusions from the exams and what they meant it was almost a lynch party for the Dursleys. That is until Sirius stood up and fired a cannon blast from his wand to get everyone's attention.
"Alright, that's enough. Even though we all want to hex the Dursleys into oblivion, that's not going to help Harry." Sirius growled out, his magic flaring to restore control in the room. "Now, what do we do to help him?"
"Just have somebody that he trusts stay with him until he wakes up. I'll be staying here for the time being so I can help." Madame Pomfrey told them.
"Alright. I'll take the first shift. Remus can take the next." Sirius said.
"What about us? We want to help, too." Ron put in.
"N-n-no, Ron. Madame Pomfrey said it has to be people he trusts. That's not us anymore after everything that has happened." Hermione sobbed, devastated.
"What? He's our friend. We can help him!" Ron argued stubbornly.
"She's right, Ron. He doesn't trust us anymore and he's not going to again." Ginny cut in.
"Look, I need to head up to sit with him. Remus, you deal with this mess right now." Sirius said as he headed up to his old room.
But he was almost run over when Madame Pomfrey jumped up as the alarm went off, letting her know that something had changed with her patient.
She passed Sirius on the way up the stairs to get to Harry's room.
Harry Potter was finally starting to come back to himself when Madame Pomfrey burst into the room with Sirius right behind her.
The first thing she did was cast diagnostic charms to see what changes had taken place in his condition and what set her alarm off. As she finished casting the last charm and it produced a piece of parchment for her to study, Sirius moved over to sit by his godson's bed as he conjured a chair for himself.
"Hey Prongslet. Can you hear me?" Sirius asked as he touched Harry's hand.
Harry's eyes slowly cracked open and but he had to squint against the sudden light.
He tried to speak but he couldn't get more than a whisper through his lips and Sirius conjured a glass of water and helped him sit up enough to sip before he took the glass away.
"Sirius..." he tried again.
"Yeah, it's me Prongslet. What do you need?" Sirius asked worried.
"Get...get them...out...Nobody but you and Pomfrey.." He croaked out, as Sirius laid him back on his pillows.
"Alright, Prongslet. Give me a minute." he said as he stood up and turned to the door.
"Everybody, Harry wants to be left alone for a bit. All he wants here right now are me and Poppy. I'll let you know when he's ready for more people to visit. So if you'll wait in the kitchen then I'll e down shortly." Sirius informed them, when Molly Weasley pushed her way forward.
"Nonsense. He just needs somebody to take care of him." she said growing over-bearing as if she was the only one that knew how to take care of him.
When Sirius turned to look at him, Harry shook his head in rejection and she saw it.
"He doesn't know what he's saying. He's very ill and I'll take care of him." she started again only to have him look at her and mouth the words "Get Out!" Very clearly.
"Well I Never! I didn't raise you to be so rude!" she huffed.
Her proclamation didn't go over well at all and his magic started to flare at her words. That was enough to set Madame Pomfrey off when she saw it.
"That's enough. Mr. Potter has made himself plain about who he wants here and that's final. I will not have you distressing my patient." Madame Pomfrey told everyone in a tone that brooked no argument.
Nobody liked it but they weren't about to argue with the matron.
Once they were gone, with some grumbling from the crowd, Sirius closed the door and returned to sit by Harry.
"Alright, Prongslet. It's just us. Why are you in such bad shape?" Sirius asked.
"Doesn't...matter. Got...a...message...for...you. Dad...says..time..to..play...Black...jack." he finally got out.
Sirius' head jerked at the words and he gave his godson a sharp look.
"What did you say?" he asked sharply.
"Time..to play Blackjack." Harry said again and settled a little deeper into his pillows.
"Sirius, he needs rest and a little broth later. I can have Molly bring it up." Madame Pomfrey said trying to be practical.
Harry shook his head and looked at them.
"NO! Only Sirius." he said as forcefully as he could in his weakened condition.
"Okay, Harry. It's okay, I'll take care of it. But why won't you let anybody else come up." Sirius asked, curious about this reaction.
"Don't trust them. Chose Dumbledore over me." he hissed at his godfather.
"Alright, Harry. It's okay. It's okay." Sirius tried to soothe him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter. We'll get you sorted soon enough. For now you need to rest. I'll come back to check on you later." Madame Pomfrey promised and left them alone while she went back downstairs.
Sirius turned back to Harry and gave him a side-long look.
"Alright, Prongslet, where did you hear that phrase before?" he demanded.
"Sit back, Padfoot. Have I got a story for you." Harry said with a half smile.
Author's Note: Well back to the fairy tales. Grim's tales that is.