AN: Hope this short chapter makes up for me not posting lately.
Harry was depressed. Not the kind of depressed where you would feel sad, get over it and move on. No, he was so depressed that he didn't get out of the bed in the morning, or all day for that matter. He wanted to live with Sirius more than anything, and felt like it was unfair that he was being ripped away from him so soon. Harry curled up in the bedsheets, closing his eyes. He felt horrible, and not just because of chemo. He felt horrible because of his life.
Sirius and Remus were aware of Harry's depression, but yet they couldn't help. Sirius was more upset by Harry's new mood because he knew Harry was already suffering and he didn't want Harry to suffer any more. He wanted Harry to get better so they could live life together, and now that was gone. Sirius was filling out so much paperwork, while Remus packed some of Harry's things away. It was hard, seeing Harry's things being shoved into boxes, never to be seen by their eyes again. Harry didn't even move as Remus made his way in and out of his room, picking things off the floor and grabbing through his closet. Harry tried his best not the notice, but he was very much aware.
Finally, Harry was forced out of bed by the pain that was starting to form in his stomach. Harry hated when the chemo made him sick, but this time he questioned whether it was chemo or his anxiety over the situation. As Harry made his way into the hallway, he came across Sirius. Before Sirius could utter a word, Harry shuffled into the bathroom and slammed the door, causing the chandelier to shake. Sirius sighed and made his way to the door.
"Harry? Harry, can we-uh, talk?"
Harry stared into the toilet water for a moment, then sighed and said, "You can come in, if you want."
Sirius was surprised, Harry never talked to him much any more, and he expected to have to get Harry to talk. Sirius turned the doornob and peered inside, only to find Harry leaning over the toilet, like he always was.
"Feeling sick?"
"A little, more anxious if anything."
They both stayed silent for a moment, before Harry's eyes teared up. Sirius noticed and sat next to Harry, rubbing his back.
"What's wrong, Prongslet? Feeling more ill?"
"No! No, no, no! I don't want to leave you!"
Harry started to cry more now, and Sirius hugged him, wiping the tears off his face.
"Harry, I don't want this to happen either, but, there is nothing I can do!"
Sirius noticed that Harry stopped crying and leaned over the toilet. "Great! Now I feel even more sick!"
Sirius hated when Harry started to whine, but knew he was upset. He started to rub circles on Harry's back. He had to deal with a lot of Harry's whining and crying since his diagnosis. Sirius knew this was all part of parenting, but couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"Harry, it's ok. It's ok now, why don't we go into your room? Go somewhere more comfortable?"
Harry shook his head, refusing to go anywhere. He almost wanted to stay in the bathroom, hide from that horrible lady that was going to take him away. He hated her ugly face, her wrinkled, and the way she acted-so fake. Harry felt more tears run down his cheek, and knew that he couldn't hide. They would find him, and he would just be in trouble. Harry swallowed and wiped his tears.
"I'm sorry Sirius, I just don't want to leave."
Sirius rubbed Harry's hair, as he always did. "I know. We have a good couple of weeks together before it happens though! We will spend that time together, and I promise I will visit you as much as I can. I won't leave you completley. Now, why don't we go lie down in my room and watch some T.V?"
"Will you stay with me?"
Sirius smiled. "Yes, I will stay with you. Maybe I can get Remus to join us, what do you think?"
Harry smiled, and stood up. "I only hope I don't ruin it by being sick again."
Sirius remembered the last time they watched a movie together, where Harry had gotten sick in the bed. Harry was embarassed and Sirius surprised, but Remus seemed to know what to do. He always knew what to do. Sirius only wished Remus was able to know what to do now, but he knew Remus was just as helpless as he.