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Fire, earth, sweat, and water. That's what Harry dreamed of. The fire was burning in his scar, the earth was what was at stake, the sweat was forming on his face, and the water was the tears being cried. For days, he was in this state, vegetating in the hospital wing because of a particularly bad asthma attack. Then, in one of the moments when all was dark and he could make out the mumblings of other people around him, he heard shouting.

"Where is he?! Where's Harry?!"

"Shh, shh. He's right over here but I'll thank you to keep it down."

"You have no right to ask this of me! Harry,"

All was quiet suddenly and Harry began to slip back into the dreams. Then, so soft it almost wasn't there, the same voice that had been shouting earlier whispered, "He's dead." Almost immediately after, there was a rush of activity. Like a whirlwind, things were thrown about the room and anguished screams matched the sound. No one tried to stop this madman until a cool voice broke through.

"He's alright, Sirius. Please, calm down."

"D-Dumbledore, he-he's…"

"In a coma, it would seem." the second voice wouldn't be a shock to anyone else, but to Sirius it was like seeing a ghost.

"YOU! You, you slimy, arrogant, pompous, greasy-haired nit! I've known you to do cruel things to get back at us but I never thought even you would stoop this low."

"Because I didn't. And if he didn't tell you then it's not my place to do so. Let him tell you himself, when he can."

There was silence but for a slight swishing of robes as Sirius walked over and sat down next to Harry. It was then that he cried, for the first time since the murder of his whole family, he cried. No one moved to comfort him, only to pick up the mess. Snape and Dumbledore left, as did Madam Pomfrey once she finished picking up. Alone, Harry's godfather cried. He cried as he'd never cried before. Everyone had expected him to cry when James and Lily had been killed, but he didn't. He only concentrated on saving one year old Harry before being dragged off to Azkaban screaming. The long years in the prison had left their mark on him, and this proved it. Before, he would never have dreamed of even shedding a tear over his best mate's son. But now he'd learned the value of life and that you should savor it.

Sirius didn't know how long he sat there, crying over Harry's body, before he felt movement. He sat bolt upright and looked down to see that Harry was opening his eyes. But the boy's voice was so soft and breathy it was more ghastly than encouraging.

"Sirius…"

"I'm here, Harry. I'm here now."

"I'm sorry. Should have told you, you shouldn't have come."

"I'm sure I would have even if I'd known, whatever."

"Shouldn't have…still wanted…should be hiding…"

"Stay with me. If it hadn't been safe, would Dumbledore have summoned me?"

"Dumbledore summoned…"

"Yes. I'm your godfather, Harry. I have rights to the school in case of emergency concerning you."

Harry nodded slightly and let his eyes drift closed. Sirius started to shake him but changed his mind. He knew now he was okay for all intents and purposes, and could now rest easy. He sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he too slept, a welcome action after long hours worrying and crying his eyes out.

It was much later that Dumbledore walked in and saw Sirius slouched in the chair next to Harry, who was no longer in the stilled fevered coma but was stirring slightly in his sleep. What dreams did this boy and this man have? At what point did dream change to reality, or reality to dream? How could anyone mistake Sirius for a murderer, when he broke down at a boy's illness? How could anyone expect this asthmatic Gryffindor to save the world? But in truth, Dumbledore knew the answers. It was believed that Sirius was a murderer because the rat Peter Pettigrew had gotten away. Harry Potter had to bear the fate of the world on his shoulders alone because of the scar on his forehead, and the history that was behind it.

A/N: I know, it's a short chapter. But the way I see it, you can't really add anything on to it at this point so I'll continue in another chapter, another time, another place. Read and Review!