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Sirius' Savior

Chapter 36 The Nightmare

Harry was tense as he got ready for bed. He hated stormy nights when he was younger a night like tonight would send him running to Sirius for the night. He couldn't do that now even if he wanted to, so he did what he felt was the next best thing he fished out his cell phone.

Sirius had just finished the dinner dishes when his cellphone rang. It was a little late for casual calls. Beth had headed to bed already, of course the babies made her tired and the commute to the office was a bad one hence the late dinner hour. "Black."

"Hi Sirius."

"Kiddo. Isn't it a little late to be calling?"

"Probably, but it's storming bad here at the moment."

"Ah. How are classes?"

"Hard but good, Professor Vincent is pleased with how my final science project came out. I'm glad I got it done early. I got an A on last week's humanities paper, Dom was horribly jealous."

"What did he get ?"

"A B+. How goes the great doctor hunt?"

"Poorly. I almost think we should go ahead and arrange a meeting between you and Winry's crazy."

"Sorry to be so difficult. How do you and Beth like the new house?"

"Now that we're all moved in you mean?"

"Hai."

"None of that you nut. It was bad enough when you only used four."

"You speak six, including one I don't."

"Yeah and by the time you're done with school, you'll speak how many? Including Gobbledegook which you are supposed to start work on this break."

"I don't know maybe ten? Who knows? The house?"

"The house is great we got the wards up last weekend including the dampening ones on your room I've insulated the heck out of the wiring and electrical systems to the point even a super powered surge shouldn't short things, so things will be good for you and the babies. How did the math test go?

"Aced it. Are Granddad and Grandmother coming to the end of trimester orchestra performance?"

"Probably, Uncle Nic too. Sorry we didn't make it to last weekend's swim meet and that you didn't come home. How did you do?"

"S'okay, Michael enjoyed me getting a walk in his shoes for a change. We spent a lot of time after the meet with his horses. I think I'm actually getting the hang of riding. As to the meet, I got two seconds, a sixth and on the relay we got third. Coach says that it was a respectable finish since most everyone has two years on me."

"Anything I need to know? You've got three and a half weeks to trimester's end, are your grades solid?"

"A- to B+ in humanities, A to A- in social studies, A+ in math, A in science, A- to B+ in composition, A in critical thinking, B in Latin, A in Gymnastics; not that that's hard. The teacher keeps trying to talk me into going out for the team. I don't think so. A in intermediate orchestra. A in cotillion."

"Your mum and dad would be proud. I know I am."

"Sirius how come I'm always so...antsy when it's stormy?"

"Probably because you subconsciously remember that night."

"Oh."

"You're sounding more relaxed and sleepy now how about you try and get some sleep."

"Alright. Love you Sirius."

"Love you to kiddo."

At midnight the storm intensified. Dominic woke up when a near by lightning strike rattled the windows. Then he noticed the windows were continuing to rattle. "Hell of a storm." He looked over at Harry. His roommate was tossing and turning, sweating and mumbling no. He went over and touched Harry's arm.

There was a brilliant flash of light, an nearly ear shattering boom that was echoed a split second later by the sound of shattering glass, even as his senses tried to take in the sensations he felt his arm being wrenched up behind him while his body was forced to its knees. "Che cosa! Il mio dio Harry! Che cosa sono voi che fate!?!" [What the hell! My god Harry! What the hell are you doing?]

Harry abruptly awoke. To his surprise he was standing in broken glass his roommate was on his knees on the floor in front of Harry. Harry was holding him with one arm twisted behind his back and if he had a knife it would probably be being held against Dominic's throat. Cold rain was being blown into the room from the broken window. Harry instantly released his friend. "Dominic. I...I'm sorry.. I didn't.. I was dreaming... Are you alright?

They heard noises out in the hall. Mr. Ingalls, their floor parent opened their door. "Are you boys okay? Crud the glass is broken in here to. I'm going to grab your sneakers out of your closet can you shake the glass out of your blankets and bring them to the common room."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I think maybe the building got a double strike all the glass on the floor is blown and," he glanced at the computers, "most of the electronics. Here's your shoes shake out your bedding and grab any papers put them where they'll stay dry. Make sure your closets are closed so your clothes stay dry. We'll see about the rest of it tomorrow." An hour later when he checked the boys in the common room most of them were asleep, except Harry Potter. "You okay Harry?"

A negative shake of the head, followed by a surreptitious wipe of the eyes.

"Want to talk about it?" Another negative. "Want me to stay?" No answer at all just more eye wiping. He noticed a bit of blood on Harry's pajamas. "Did you get hurt? Let's take a look." He pulled the collar to the side he spotted a couple of glass shards neither very big near his shoulder blade. "Let's get these out. Was Dominic hurt? You two were the only ones out of bed when I checked."

"He had a cut on his cheek and a little glass in his palm, I helped him take care of it. Mr. Ingalls I... I hurt Dom tonight, I didn't mean to but I..."

Mr. Ingalls had fourteen years of experience as a floor parent at Stuart-Cavanaugh. He wrote poetry and short stories while the students were in class. He was a widower that loved children but because of a case of mumps in his twenties he would never have children of his own. He had kept a close eye on this boy, the youngest member of his floor, and the boy was usually so self possessed that to see him like this was slightly disturbing. Harry looked up at him with emerald eyes awash with tears. "How did you hurt him Harry?"

"I woke up and I had him in a hold with his arm twisted behind him."

"Why?"

"I was dreaming...about"

"About what?" He asked as he cleaned the two small wounds left from where he removed the glass. To his surprise the boy started sobbing in earnest. He made up his mind Harry wouldn't go to class in the morning he would be sent to Carson. Harry's small confession to having twisted Dominic's arm was enough to guarantee that. He tried to soothe Harry into sleep but the boy just sat in his chair shuddering whenever the thunder was heard from outside.

The next morning classes were canceled while the school tried to sort out what had happened and to assess the damage. Carson talked with Mr. Ingalls to try and figure out why Harry was so upset he put a call into Sirius to ask him to come to the school and meanwhile he talked with Dominic to see what the other boy had to say.

"Dominic, Harry told Mr. Ingalls he hurt you last night is that true?"

"Sort of."

"How can he sort of hurt you, either he did or he didn't." Carson said.

"Alright he did, but he wasn't awake when he did it."

"What do you mean he wasn't awake?"

"Mio dio. Look he was having a bad dream, I woke up because of the lightening it was rattling the windows. I look at Harry, he's having a bad dream. Tossing turning muttering something, I touch him on the shoulder. Next thing I know I'm kneeling on the floor with my arm twisted behind me and glass is exploding and my ears feel like bursting from the noise. I know one thing, if Harry has another bad dream I won't try to wake him up."

"Bad dream huh?" Carson thought about Harry's history and was inwardly surprised this hadn't happened sooner.

"Mr Carson how come Harry did that?"

"Dominic that's a question you should ask Harry, but I'll say this he has many things in his short past that is the stuff of nightmares and I suspect the hold he put you in was based on his defensive training."

The Italian boy nodded thoughtfully before leaving the room.

Sirius pulled up to the school, he hadn't planned on coming here today but between the call from Carson Beckett this morning and magic sensors near the school going off last night and WIS needing answers he didn't have a choice. The sensors were the biggest mystery investigators last night couldn't find any witnesses last night and so had merely obliviated the memories of their presence. He was surprised there was a veritable army of workers around Harry's dorm. He stepped off his motorcycle. He noticed someone in a school uniform. "Can you tell me where I can find Carson Beckett?"

"Inside third floor."

"What happened?"

"You mean the windows?"

Sirius nodded. "Building was struck last night probably by three to four simultaneous lighting bolts blew out almost all the glass and pretty much fried most the electronics in the building. Electricians are checking the wiring even as we speak."

Puzzled Sirius headed into the building when he was alone he quickly pulled out his wand to check for magical residue he tapped his wand to a small memo book so the readings as he walked through the building would be recorded. He tucked his wand so it was in his hand but along side his cane so it would be mostly unnoticeable then he continued until he found Carson Beckett and Harry.

Sirius entered the third floor common room. Carson was sitting with Harry, who looked like he hadn't slept. "Hey kiddo. I hear you had a scary night last night."

"Sirius!" Harry raced to Sirius but stopped just shy of bowling him over and burrowed into his side.

"Harry how about you and Sirius go for a walk when you get back we'll talk over things."

"Okay." As they left the building Harry seemed to beeline to the stables.

"So kiddo what happened?"

"I was dreaming of that night, except this time it was more than flashes of green light and a high laugh. I think I truly remember what happened. I felt so angry...I wanted to take him apart with my bare hands. Dominic touched me in my sleep. Next thing I know I'm waking up and I've got Dominic in a submission arm hold and if I had had a sai I probably would have been slitting his throat. And there's glass everywhere and my ears are ringing, after echoes of the thunder or so I'm told. He's yelling at me in Italian. A couple minutes later Mr. Ingalls opens the door and gets us our shoes and has us shaking glass from the blankets putting stuff so it won't get wet because of the rain blowing in the windows and we go to the common room for the rest of the night."

"How is Dominic this morning?"

"His shoulder is sore and he looks at me funny." Harry stopped outside one of the stalls and reached out to pet the nose of the horse that extended over the stall door.

"I can imagine; so what do you think you should do?"

Harry was quiet for several minutes."Apologize. Maybe tell him about my dream." He stroked the horse's nose some more. "Sorry Mishka no apples today."

"Mishka?"

"Yeah she's one of Michael's. She's the one he taught me on."

"Ah. How are you feeling?"

"A little... alright more than a little sick. I don't know if my headache is from lack of sleep or from ...magic."

"Funny you should say that. Sensors near here went off but when investigators showed up they were unable to identify what magic was done or by who. How did all the windows get broken? I was told by the workers that a storm blew out the windows and the electronics in the building."

"Sirius think about something, physics tells us that if the glass was blown out by the storm the glass should have been inside the building because the force that made it break came from outside. Did you notice where most the glass clean up is happening?"

"Outside."

"We both know I have been getting stronger, I went from doing almost no accidental magic to doing..."

"Several bouts in the last few months including apparition." Sirius sighed.

"I think my dream last night was the impetus. I've got to get rid of this horcrux. I'm getting stronger and I'm scared it is going to make me implode or something. If what it takes is an appointment with Winry's crazy then we should do it soon, this weekend or next as long as it's soon." Harry gave Mishka one last nose rub, before leading the way back to his dorm.

Sirius trailed behind Harry and thought about what he said. Broken glass was a common form of accidental magic, but a whole buildings worth? Harry remembering that night could definitely power some very powerful feelings and potentially magic. He frowned he needed to pick George's brain.

When they got back to the dorm, Harry approached Dominic in their room where he was trying to do clean up. Sirius and Carson followed discretely. "Can we talk?"

The older boy looked at Harry searchingly for a moment then nodded.

"I wanted to start by saying I'm sorry."

"You were asleep. I don't blame you but I do have a couple questions.

"Go ahead."

"Carson told me you have reasons for bad dreams and that what you did was because of your defensive training."

"Yes."

"What is it that gives you such bad dreams Harry? How and why do you train?"

"I train in mixed martial arts. I train because.."Harry closed his eyes. "I train because I am a target, the terrorist that killed my mum in front of me when I was fifteen months old wants to kill me too. He tried and failed that night but he'll be back to try again. I don't know when and I don't know why but I know he'll be back."

Michael and Varun stood shocked they had been coming through the bathroom to ask Dominic a question and had heard Harry's statement.

Dominic was surprised. He knew that terrorism happened what diplomat's child didn't. But that this boy younger than him had been touched by such evil at such a young age was shocking. Harry definitely had reason for nightmares. "Do you remember it?"

"Had you asked me yesterday the answer would have been only pieces, my dream last night had me reliving that night. It was a stormy night too. I was too small to fight back then, when you touched me to wake me for a second I was thrown back to that night and I had just watched my mum's murder, I wanted to fight that bastard. You just got in the way. Sorry."

Dominic gave a wry smile to his roommate. "Well if it happens again there isn't any way I'm waking you up. Got it?"

Harry smiled back. "Got it."

"Think you can teach me some of those moves?"

"Sure no sweat, or should I say no sweat on my part."

Sirius was relieved that things with Harry's roommate had been smoothed over so quickly. He looked around the suite and noticed in Harry's suite all the glass everything from computer monitors, mirrors, and picture glass there was no intact glass he asked Carson. "Is it like this throughout the building?"

"We actually think the strikes hit this side of the building this floor the damage is the worst centered on this suite everything here the suites on either side, the ones above and below so nine suites are like this, farther away it's only windows and the electronics. The surge pretty much melted surge protectors shorted them out and what not. Heaven help the kids that didn't back up their computers."

"What's the school going to do?" Sirius asked as they moved to the common room.

"Insurance will cover a lot of it, we break for four weeks in three and a half weeks. If we can come up with some interim solutions we'll be fine."

"Well if money will help, I have deep pockets. Computers for instance. Harry's will be replaced by tomorrow. But I might be willing to gift the school with say one computer for every eight students affected."

"That's very generous of you. I'll pass your offer along to Rebecca and Jason. Harry seemed calmer when you both came back."

"Yes he mostly needed reassurance. He wants to step up the treatment for his condition. But I'm still hunting for the right person for the procedure. When we lost Sri on Bali it cost us more than we knew."

"Sri was his doctor on Bali?"

"Yes, she died on December 17."Sirius confirmed.

"Has Harry talked about that with you?"

"Not really he's been focused on adjusting to life here. He's remarked about missing Hadi a time or two but like I said he been focused on the here and now, he tends to be proactive not retrospective."

"I think I'm concerned. I'd like to meet with him during the next few weeks."

"I don't know. I'll ask him, He's got enough pressure I don't want to put him under more."

"Well I'm concerned because you say he's pushing to have a life risking procedure when you haven't even found a doctor you're comfortable with. He has shown clear signs of depression so I think you need to push a little with this."

"I hadn't looked at it that way. But I want you to try to see what I see. Yes Harry knows the risks of the procedure but he has his eye on the benefit. He has lost a lot but he focuses on what remains and isn't afraid to reach out and make new connections. His grades are good and he's meeting his responsibilities. He excited as hell about the babies my wife is carrying, so no I'm not worried if from time to time he shows signs of being depressed. I'd be more worried if he didn't. He's down today, but last night he dreamed about his mum's murder. If that's not a reason for a down day I don't know what is. Harry did mourn his friends that died on Bali and he has at times questioned why he is alive when they died but he hasn't lost himself in grief. He has continued to move through it so I would appreciate you letting him; instead of trying to drag him back into it by making him talk about it."

" As you wish."

"Is there anything else you need from me? Or was your phone call just a procedure being followed."

"Mostly procedure, Harry wasn't very responsive to anyone this morning and he didn't sleep after the strikes last night. But he seems to have perked back up with your visit. Thanks again for the generous offer on the computers I will let Jason and Rebecca know."