First Visitors
Harry didn't sleep, he was still tired but like always knew sleep meant a loss of control from his thoughts. It felt like only minutes before Remus came back, but a glance around told him it was probably night time, he was feeling worse by the minute, and he knew that he was somehow being fed, he could feel the food in him, and just wanted to throw up, unfortunately that seemed to be impossible. This was the main reason he tried to ignore the man in the door, for lack of anyone else familiar around; it was his fault Harry had decided.
'Hello, did you sleep well? See look a came back to see you, told you I would' Remus added kindly.
There was a silence.
'Do you need anything, would you like some food perhaps?' he asked wearily.
Harry just glared back furiously.
'Perhaps not, your quiet tonight, you wouldn't shut up earlier' he joked.
He got death glares again; perhaps Harry was wrong about killing someone if he had a wand..
'Talk to me Harry, or I can't help you, I want to help, explain what's wrong.' He pleaded. Still no response, he decided to try a different tack.
'I wrote to Sirius, I expect he'll come back as soon as possible, he loves you, you know?' he said softly.
'Still he might not be so happy with you at the moment, I'm sure he'll understand though, if you explain it to us.' He probed.
Harry was still silent, but slowly tears formed in those large, green eyes. Harry tried to look away, blink them back, but they spilled over anyway. Remus saw his chance to get closer to Harry, and went and hugged him. At first Harry tried to pull away, but eventually he relaxed and started to sob into his professors robes. Remus just held him and let him cry. Harry fell asleep like that, and Remus put him back down on the pillows and sat in the chair for a while, he fell asleep there.
When Harry awoke from a trouble free sleep, Remus was still there, Harry remembered how he had fallen asleep, and was slightly embarrassed, but he reached out for the mans hand anyway. Remus felt the cool hand slip into his own, and woke slowly, when he looked up he saw frightened green eyes peering at him from over a bed.
He smiled warmly and got a small shy smile back in return, but unlike the other times Harry had smiled at him recently, this smile felt genuine.
'Are you ok?' he whispered.
'No, I'm not, I'm scared, I don't like it here.' He admitted in a faltering voice.
'I'm scared too Harry, scared for you, because I care, I don't want you to be so sick, I know its not great here, but they can help you, just let them kiddo, and I'll be around if you need me.' He squeezed the small, bony hand.
'Thank you, don't leave me I need you, I'm sorry.'
'Why sorry Harry? Of course I won't leave you, I'll stay as long as I can, and I'll always be back again, you can't get rid of me that easy.' He joked.
'I'm sorry for what I said yesterday, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I didn't want you to find out the truth, I knew you'd see something was wrong, you always do, and you scared me, I knew I couldn't train in duelling, I'm too weak, and my magical energies non existent. Duelling challenges both, I would have just keeled over, I know I did anyway, got up to fast, I'm sorry you had to find out, now I'm just burdening you with my problems and I know I'm not worth your time, but I need you, I hate needing you, and I understand if you want to go, I'm sorry' he was sobbing again by now.
'Harry calm down, its ok, I want to be here; honestly you are more than worth my time. I understand now why you were hiding yesterday, and I'm really glad you want my help, because I want to help, I care Harry honestly; just trust me, we'll get you better.' He pulled Harry back into his arms again. Harry just laid back and rested.
'Albus is coming in tomorrow, he wants to see you, and I think that your doctor will be in too, perhaps you can bother her for some changes, perhaps she might release the restraints slightly.' He said for conversations sake really.
'I don't want to see anyone else, the headmaster will be so disappointed, and the staff here don't like me' Harry whispered remembering the nurse who seemed slightly short tempered with him from earlier.
'Albus cares Harry, yes he won't like what's happened, but I'm disappointed too, and you want me to come, give him a chance. And the staff here do like you I'm sure, you haven't even met the doctor yet, lets save judgement shall we?' he smiled and tapped Harry lightly on the head affectionately. Harry giggled slightly.
'The nurse was horrible, she called me Mr. Potter the whole time, and insisted on putting all this back on' he motioned to the equipment. 'And she's feeding me too, I feel sick, I don't like her either though.' He said in a childish voice.
Remus laughed, 'Oh dear Harry, she was being polite and doing her job, did you ask her to call you Harry?'
'No' came a small voice.
'Well then, just ask, and she had to put those devices back on, there keeping you alive, yes you feel sick now because you haven't eaten for months, but soon you'll feel better again. Give the staff a chance here, besides I expect you were being spectacularly rude to the poor woman.' He added with a knowing smile.
Harry looked down guiltily. Remus chuckled again, 'its ok, they understand, and are used to it, you were just being defensive.' He told Harry kindly.
Remus really wanted to question Harry, but knew he had already gotten a long way, and didn't want to push this tentative trust to far just yet, so he settled for tucking Harry back into the bed, and kissing him lightly of the forehead as he settled into sleep. After he was sure Harry was back in a deep sleep, he left to prepare his morning lesson, feeling tired and emotionally drained.
Harry didn't sleep, he was still tired but like always knew sleep meant a loss of control from his thoughts. It felt like only minutes before Remus came back, but a glance around told him it was probably night time, he was feeling worse by the minute, and he knew that he was somehow being fed, he could feel the food in him, and just wanted to throw up, unfortunately that seemed to be impossible. This was the main reason he tried to ignore the man in the door, for lack of anyone else familiar around; it was his fault Harry had decided.
'Hello, did you sleep well? See look a came back to see you, told you I would' Remus added kindly.
There was a silence.
'Do you need anything, would you like some food perhaps?' he asked wearily.
Harry just glared back furiously.
'Perhaps not, your quiet tonight, you wouldn't shut up earlier' he joked.
He got death glares again; perhaps Harry was wrong about killing someone if he had a wand..
'Talk to me Harry, or I can't help you, I want to help, explain what's wrong.' He pleaded. Still no response, he decided to try a different tack.
'I wrote to Sirius, I expect he'll come back as soon as possible, he loves you, you know?' he said softly.
'Still he might not be so happy with you at the moment, I'm sure he'll understand though, if you explain it to us.' He probed.
Harry was still silent, but slowly tears formed in those large, green eyes. Harry tried to look away, blink them back, but they spilled over anyway. Remus saw his chance to get closer to Harry, and went and hugged him. At first Harry tried to pull away, but eventually he relaxed and started to sob into his professors robes. Remus just held him and let him cry. Harry fell asleep like that, and Remus put him back down on the pillows and sat in the chair for a while, he fell asleep there.
When Harry awoke from a trouble free sleep, Remus was still there, Harry remembered how he had fallen asleep, and was slightly embarrassed, but he reached out for the mans hand anyway. Remus felt the cool hand slip into his own, and woke slowly, when he looked up he saw frightened green eyes peering at him from over a bed.
He smiled warmly and got a small shy smile back in return, but unlike the other times Harry had smiled at him recently, this smile felt genuine.
'Are you ok?' he whispered.
'No, I'm not, I'm scared, I don't like it here.' He admitted in a faltering voice.
'I'm scared too Harry, scared for you, because I care, I don't want you to be so sick, I know its not great here, but they can help you, just let them kiddo, and I'll be around if you need me.' He squeezed the small, bony hand.
'Thank you, don't leave me I need you, I'm sorry.'
'Why sorry Harry? Of course I won't leave you, I'll stay as long as I can, and I'll always be back again, you can't get rid of me that easy.' He joked.
'I'm sorry for what I said yesterday, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I didn't want you to find out the truth, I knew you'd see something was wrong, you always do, and you scared me, I knew I couldn't train in duelling, I'm too weak, and my magical energies non existent. Duelling challenges both, I would have just keeled over, I know I did anyway, got up to fast, I'm sorry you had to find out, now I'm just burdening you with my problems and I know I'm not worth your time, but I need you, I hate needing you, and I understand if you want to go, I'm sorry' he was sobbing again by now.
'Harry calm down, its ok, I want to be here; honestly you are more than worth my time. I understand now why you were hiding yesterday, and I'm really glad you want my help, because I want to help, I care Harry honestly; just trust me, we'll get you better.' He pulled Harry back into his arms again. Harry just laid back and rested.
'Albus is coming in tomorrow, he wants to see you, and I think that your doctor will be in too, perhaps you can bother her for some changes, perhaps she might release the restraints slightly.' He said for conversations sake really.
'I don't want to see anyone else, the headmaster will be so disappointed, and the staff here don't like me' Harry whispered remembering the nurse who seemed slightly short tempered with him from earlier.
'Albus cares Harry, yes he won't like what's happened, but I'm disappointed too, and you want me to come, give him a chance. And the staff here do like you I'm sure, you haven't even met the doctor yet, lets save judgement shall we?' he smiled and tapped Harry lightly on the head affectionately. Harry giggled slightly.
'The nurse was horrible, she called me Mr. Potter the whole time, and insisted on putting all this back on' he motioned to the equipment. 'And she's feeding me too, I feel sick, I don't like her either though.' He said in a childish voice.
Remus laughed, 'Oh dear Harry, she was being polite and doing her job, did you ask her to call you Harry?'
'No' came a small voice.
'Well then, just ask, and she had to put those devices back on, there keeping you alive, yes you feel sick now because you haven't eaten for months, but soon you'll feel better again. Give the staff a chance here, besides I expect you were being spectacularly rude to the poor woman.' He added with a knowing smile.
Harry looked down guiltily. Remus chuckled again, 'its ok, they understand, and are used to it, you were just being defensive.' He told Harry kindly.
Remus really wanted to question Harry, but knew he had already gotten a long way, and didn't want to push this tentative trust to far just yet, so he settled for tucking Harry back into the bed, and kissing him lightly of the forehead as he settled into sleep. After he was sure Harry was back in a deep sleep, he left to prepare his morning lesson, feeling tired and emotionally drained.