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Nightmares
After a peaceful night of easy conversation and happy recollection, it was time for Remus to go home, and also time for Harry to head off to bed. Sirius lead a sleepy Harry up the staircase to a medium sized room with navy blue walls and a ceiling that was pitch black, with twinkling stars. Harry eyed the room appreciatively and flopped down on the four-poster bed, which was made up with sheets that felt like satin.
Sirius smiled and said goodnight, he placed a hesitant kiss on Harry's head and darted out of the room. Harry sat for some moments just taking in the confusing day; it had, after all, started out as one of the most horrible in his life. Not the worst by a long shot, but close enough.
Harry lay back and thought about the rest of the night, about Sirius. A smile trudged at his lips when he recalled his laughter and Sirius's priceless reaction, earlier, on the street. This day, for him, had been beyond his wildest dreams, Sirius and Pro-, Remus, coming to the Dursley's and whisking him away to live with his beloved Godfather.
Nothing could beat this feeling, he finally felt wanted, and he finally felt loved. 'I could sure get used to this' he though happily as he drifted off to sleep.
Sirius stood outside Harry's room, a smile lingering on his lips. He felt silly for standing there, as if guarding it. He peeked in, to satisfy his insane need to make sure Harry was still there. Of course he was, sleeping peacefully; he hadn't even bothered to get under the covers.
Moving silently, as to not wake him, Sirius slid back into the room. He pulled the covers over him, and then with a happy smile, he tucked him in snugly. Sirius almost could have laughed at himself, what would Harry say if he woke up just then?
Smiling all the while, Sirius brushed a few raven locks out of his godson's eyes. The smile dimmed when he caught sight of the bruises once more. Sirius just didn't understand how anybody could do something so horrible to a child. It angered him thoroughly to think that Vernon would get away with this atrocity.
Sirius sank into a chair beside Harry's bed and resolved that he would only stay for a little while, only a few minutes, just to watch…
Harry stood facing his uncle Vernon, scared and confused, he tried to think of a way to get away from him. Suddenly, Vernon's hand shot out and griped him around the throat. Harry closed his eyes, hiding his Uncle's purple face from view.
When he opened them again, he was not gazing into the angry eyes of his uncles, but the snake like visage of Lord Voldemort. Harry struggled harder as his scar began to burn. Suddenly Harry dropped and hit the floor harshly. Insane laughter reached his eyes as he tried to stand.
Voldemort gripped his shoulders and yanked him upright. His scar was red hot and his body ached.
"Harry" Voldemort hissed at him
"Harry?" His voice was changing, it sounded like…
Sirius watched concerned as Harry began to thrash about in his bed. He began to make desperate choking sounds, his hands clawing at his throat. Sirius sprang into action; leaping from the chair he lifted Harry's dead weight into his arms, calling his name franticly.
"Harry… Harry? Harry! Harry, breath!"
Suddenly, Harry shivered violently and breathed in deeply. He was crying out in pain, now that he could, and clutching at his forehead, but he still wouldn't wake. Griping his shoulders Sirius shook him calling his name over and over.
"Harry? Harry!"
Taking in great gulps of air Harry's eyes popped open wide but was blinded by panic, his body twisted franticly away from whoever held him.
"Help," he gasped, "help me, Sirius! Help, please help me!" he cried. Slowly, as he fought, a voice made it way through to his panicked brain.
"Harry, stop fighting me! Harry can you hear me? Harry! It's me, it's Sirius, Harry I'm here, your okay. Harry!"
Slowly Harry's eyes cleared and he could see Sirius's panicked face above him.
Harry launched himself into his godfather's arms crying in fear and pain.
"S'okay." He heard Sirius mumble, "your okay…" Harry lay in his godfather's arms, silent except for the occasional watery hiccup. Some time later, after Harry's tears had subsided, Sirius shifted and called his name.
Sirius's heart still raced, his equilibrium shaken by his Godsons frantic cries for help. He held Harry more tightly against his chest, unsure if it was for Harry's comfort or his own.
Harry griped Sirius shirt and pulled him ever closer, he shivered and closed his eyes.
He felt Sirius shift him away, but he didn't want to let go, he was warm, happy and safe. To hell if he would let go now. "Mmh mmh" he grunted in protest taking a stronger grip on Sirius and pulling him close again.
Sirius chucked and pulled away, smiling down at the boy who once again refused to budge, and then he preceded to grip even more of his shirt in his fists. Sirius laughed fully this time, "I must make a good pillow!"
Harry looked up at him groggily then flushed and immediately let go.
"Sorry…" he muttered softly.
Sirius watched silently as Harry shuffled back up onto the bed, and sat back with a sigh. He laid a reassuring hand on Harry's leg and asked as gently as possible.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Harry shivered and just kind of stared off into space, Sirius sighed, racking a hand through his dark hair.
"It was
Vernon" Harry suddenly stated, his voice hollow, "he was so angry…"
Harry's eyes darkened and he shivered more violently, "then it was Voldemort, he was laughing…" Harry suddenly looked up into his godfather's concerned eyes. "I heard your voice, I couldn't get to you…" Sirius nodded and rapped his arms around Harry once more, stroking his back softly.
"It was just a nightmare, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
Harry shook his head, "My scar burned," he whispered fearfully "That was no dream, at least… not that part…"
Sirius's eyes lightened in worry for his your charge, "Can you sleep?" he whispered into Harry's ear. "I think so, just don't go, okay?"
Sirius smiled against Harry's hair, "I wouldn't dream of it."
Next Chapter:
Parental Rights: Sirius and Harry have their first fight!
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Moony, in this story, is kind of like the guiding hand, he'll be the only one who has 'any' brains what so ever. -
