17th August 2003
"Sirius?" Draco said softly, hearing the boy whimpering.
"Yes?" Sirius said, his green eyes fearful.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, 'm fine." The little boy was shaking.
"Your dad would say that, no matter what he was really feeling, you know why that's bad though?"
"No."
"Because it meant," Draco sat on the edge of the little boy's bed, "That the people who loved him couldn't help him."
"Do you love my daddy?" Sirius eyes were teary, but Draco was stuck. For the sake of Sirius (and for no other reason at all) Draco told himself he answered that question with a soft yes.
"I think Daddy loves you, because one of his worst nightmares is if he hurts you."
"What happens?"
"I talk to daddy about our nightmares, and he, he only cries when we talk about the one where he hurts you in the bathroom, there's so, so much blood," Sirius curled into a little ball and cried into the mattress.
"Sirius," Sirius looked up at Draco.
"Legilimens" Draco gently looked around until he found what he was looking for. He brought his wand up to the boy's temple and focused on copying that memory and taking the copy, it worked. Sirius was now looking at him with such horror and distrust he nearly cried, Sirius was crying, but he put the memory in the little stone bowl and poked it with his wand. The ghostly image of Harry rose and floated above the surface and it began to sing. Wide eyes, Sirius stared at the image before looking at Draco, "Thankyou, thankyou," Sirius launched himself at Draco and gave him a huge hug.
"I'm sorry for going in your mind like that, Sirius, but I know you would never have let me otherwise, with your nightmares and everything."
"They're getting worse," Sirius started trembling.
"Will you tell me about them?" Sirius shook his head, long hair swishing, "will you let me see them? Like you can see daddy singing? You don't have to watch," Draco looked at Sirius, who gazed back at him with his huge glassy, tear-filled green eyes, Harry's eyes.
"Ok."
"I'll come back later, let you calm down and get some rest."
"Ok, Draco."
18th August 2003
"You'll need to concentrate on the nightmares, particularly the new ones and the really bad ones, can you do that for me?"
Sirius nodded slowly and with a sniffle, closed his eyes.
"Your so brave Sirius," Draco whispered to him as he put his wand tip at Sirius' temple. He drew it back and put the silvery memory in a vial, and pocketed it.
"Has Daddy ever given you dreamless sleep potion before, Sirius?"
"Yes, after I turned three, because that's when the healers said it was safe. It didn't work though."
"Ok. Well I'll leave my wand here with you, and if you want to hear Daddy sing for you again, just poke the stuff in the bowl, but you can't try anything else with my wand, alright, try to get some sleep.
"ayah, when will daddy be back?"
"I don't know, Sirius, I'll see what your new nightmares are, then I'm going to try to find him, try to get some sleep, and remember Aunt Cissa is just down the hall if you need her, so am I. Goodnight." Draco kissed the top of Sirius' head and went to begin the search for Harry.
Sirius was sitting in a tiny, dark cupboard. Spiders were hanging from the ceiling and there was a tiny shelf scattered with broken toys. There was a balike and sawdust fell from the ceiling. James' voice rang through the door.
"Don't kill Cedric!"
There was a green flash, and Sirius was standing on a raised plateau. A thin man with sunken eyes and black hair was falling through a veil, and his father chased him in.
The room tipped sickeningly and Sirius fell through the archway in to a graveyard where two men, Harry and Draco were fighting. Dad slashed his wand, and Draco was sliced through completely, into three, big, bloody parts. Dad screamed and ran to a cup.
The cup flashed, and they were in a destroyed prison, his dad was laying on the floor, a dark haired lady standing above him.
"Who wants to see me take of Harry's pants!" She screamed, and flicked her wand, hanging Harry by his ankle. A huge snake slithered under him, and opened its mouth wide, ready to have Harry dropped into its mouth. Sirius ran forwards trying to help, but tripped and fell into a cauldron. A greasy man with hooked nose looked over the rim, then his throat ripped open and blood spewed down onto Sirius.
"You have your mothers eyes!" He screamed and a red haired woman ran it to the cauldron. She was holding a cup. She screamed and let it go and when it hit the floor it multiplied, and the copies multiplied again, Sirius ran away from the large pile of burning hold cups but had no where to go.
They burned where they touched and the woman was crushed and burned before him, then a white, blinded dragon crashed through the cauldron wall and roared.
A man with white hair was on its back, and he slid off of the dragon onto a green marbled floor. "The dark lord will come to see you soon, Potter," he hissed at Sirius, drawing his wand and jabbing it towards the little boy.
"CRUCIO!"
Sirius sat up, instantly forgetting his nightmare but the feeling of being stressed and frightened remained. He looked around his dark room, and screamed.