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Remus was sitting in the living room wondering what was taking so long, it shouldn't be very difficult to take a bath and put on some clothes, yet it had been nearly an hour and the door to the bathroom had stayed firmly closed. Ten minutes later, when he began to wonder if he shouldn't go check on his friend, he heard the door open and a pair of footsteps descend the stairs. He stood up and went to the hall, standing there were Harry, with wet dripping hair, the usual blank look on his face and Sirius, his left arm wrapped tightly around the boy, a slightly frustrated look on his face. Remus rose an eyebrow, wondering what had happened but a shake of Sirius's head made him refrain from asking.
"Well, we should get going." Sirius nodded and they went outside, Harry dragging his feet all the way to Hogsmeade. When they came in Sirius released his grip from the boy's waist and instead took his hand firmly, and with a soft stern voice told.
"Stop dragging your feet, Harry, walk properly. And don't leave my side." Sirius was nearly sure he heard the boy at his side sigh, but when he looked Harry just gave him a little nod and started to walk normal. Remus lead them through the shops, buying the things they needed and sometimes asking Harry if he wanted something special. He never got answers. People kept looking at them strangely, whether it was because of Sirius or because of Harry, Remus didn't know, he suspected it was both. Sirius could clearly feel Harry become tense under the stares of the people they were walking past, the boy was now nearly pressed at his side, making it difficult to walk. Once, Harry jerked his hand out of Sirius's grip but was unlucky enough to run into Remus who had caught him tightly almost immediately. After two hours they went to the three broomsticks and Sirius ordered three butterbeers, still gripping Harry's hand, afraid that the boy might run out again if he let go.
When they arrived home, Harry made to go to his room again but Sirius didn't let go of his hand and dragged him to the kitchen where Remus had begun to make dinner.
"Come on, Harry, lets help Remus." The boy shook his head but found a couple of plates already pressed in his hands. "Put them on the table." Sirius's voice was still gentle, it had been that way all evening, but it was starting to drive Harry insane, couldn't his godfather leave him alone? With great self restrain he put the plates on the table, while he would have loved to drop them all. If Sirius noticed the bad mood Harry was in he didn't show it and just pushed some forks and knives into his hands.
This time, the silence around dinner was not only uncomfortable but also tense, Remus had put food on his plate and had told him he was expected to eat all of it, a thing Harry thought impossible. Harry had just eaten the half of it when he made to get up but a look from Sirius kept him in his place.
"Finish eating, Harry." The boy lowered his gaze but made no movement to take the fork again. After a few minutes he felt Sirius move and saw he had moved his chair so he was now sitting next to him. His godfather took his fork and pinched some meat. Then, to Harry's bewilderment, Sirius moved the fork to his mouth and simply said.
"Open up." Harry couldn't help it, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. Now he was completely sure Sirius had lost it, there was no way he would allow his godfather to feed him, the bath had been more than embarrassing enough. Sirius saw the look on his godson's face and had to suppress a chuckle, he wished he had a camera to remember this moment. He could see Moony was trying hard to hid his laugh and was relieved Harry was stunned enough not to notice. The last thing they needed was Harry seeing them laugh because then he wouldn't take them seriously. He turned his attention to the boy still starring at him and rose and eyebrow. "Well? It's getting cold and I doubt it's much better that way." The he offered Harry the fork. "You can always eat on your own." Harry considered his options but there was really not much to think about, with a sigh he took the fork and began to eat again. Sirius stayed at his side in case more persuasion was needed.
Half an hour later they had finished and Harry still wondered how he had been able to eat that much, for the first time in weeks he felt full and he couldn't decide if it was a good or a bad thing. Remus and Sirius were washing up and he longed to be in his room, he felt unusually tired, but he was reluctant to move, not knowing if he was allowed to leave yet. He was dozing of in the chair when a gentle hand brushed his bangs away. His first reaction would have been to drew away from the touch, but he was tired and the touch was comforting so he stayed where he was, eyes closed, till Sirius's voice called him.
"Harry, lets get you upstairs." Those were the words Harry had been waiting to hear all evening and without meaning to he jumped up, all tiredness gone from his limbs as he raced up the stairs, not noticing Sirius's frown. Harry put a hand on the door handle and tried to open the door but to his frustration it was closed. Without being able to help himself he sank to the ground and did something he hadn't done for a long while. He began to cry. Hearing his sobs, Sirius rushed up the stairs and sank to his knees next to his godson.
"Harry, Harry, what's wrong Kido?" He drew Harry into his arms and began to rock him a little. Suddenly Harry's broken voice reached his ears.
"Why can't you leave me alone?"
To be continued...
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Remus was sitting in the living room wondering what was taking so long, it shouldn't be very difficult to take a bath and put on some clothes, yet it had been nearly an hour and the door to the bathroom had stayed firmly closed. Ten minutes later, when he began to wonder if he shouldn't go check on his friend, he heard the door open and a pair of footsteps descend the stairs. He stood up and went to the hall, standing there were Harry, with wet dripping hair, the usual blank look on his face and Sirius, his left arm wrapped tightly around the boy, a slightly frustrated look on his face. Remus rose an eyebrow, wondering what had happened but a shake of Sirius's head made him refrain from asking.
"Well, we should get going." Sirius nodded and they went outside, Harry dragging his feet all the way to Hogsmeade. When they came in Sirius released his grip from the boy's waist and instead took his hand firmly, and with a soft stern voice told.
"Stop dragging your feet, Harry, walk properly. And don't leave my side." Sirius was nearly sure he heard the boy at his side sigh, but when he looked Harry just gave him a little nod and started to walk normal. Remus lead them through the shops, buying the things they needed and sometimes asking Harry if he wanted something special. He never got answers. People kept looking at them strangely, whether it was because of Sirius or because of Harry, Remus didn't know, he suspected it was both. Sirius could clearly feel Harry become tense under the stares of the people they were walking past, the boy was now nearly pressed at his side, making it difficult to walk. Once, Harry jerked his hand out of Sirius's grip but was unlucky enough to run into Remus who had caught him tightly almost immediately. After two hours they went to the three broomsticks and Sirius ordered three butterbeers, still gripping Harry's hand, afraid that the boy might run out again if he let go.
When they arrived home, Harry made to go to his room again but Sirius didn't let go of his hand and dragged him to the kitchen where Remus had begun to make dinner.
"Come on, Harry, lets help Remus." The boy shook his head but found a couple of plates already pressed in his hands. "Put them on the table." Sirius's voice was still gentle, it had been that way all evening, but it was starting to drive Harry insane, couldn't his godfather leave him alone? With great self restrain he put the plates on the table, while he would have loved to drop them all. If Sirius noticed the bad mood Harry was in he didn't show it and just pushed some forks and knives into his hands.
This time, the silence around dinner was not only uncomfortable but also tense, Remus had put food on his plate and had told him he was expected to eat all of it, a thing Harry thought impossible. Harry had just eaten the half of it when he made to get up but a look from Sirius kept him in his place.
"Finish eating, Harry." The boy lowered his gaze but made no movement to take the fork again. After a few minutes he felt Sirius move and saw he had moved his chair so he was now sitting next to him. His godfather took his fork and pinched some meat. Then, to Harry's bewilderment, Sirius moved the fork to his mouth and simply said.
"Open up." Harry couldn't help it, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. Now he was completely sure Sirius had lost it, there was no way he would allow his godfather to feed him, the bath had been more than embarrassing enough. Sirius saw the look on his godson's face and had to suppress a chuckle, he wished he had a camera to remember this moment. He could see Moony was trying hard to hid his laugh and was relieved Harry was stunned enough not to notice. The last thing they needed was Harry seeing them laugh because then he wouldn't take them seriously. He turned his attention to the boy still starring at him and rose and eyebrow. "Well? It's getting cold and I doubt it's much better that way." The he offered Harry the fork. "You can always eat on your own." Harry considered his options but there was really not much to think about, with a sigh he took the fork and began to eat again. Sirius stayed at his side in case more persuasion was needed.
Half an hour later they had finished and Harry still wondered how he had been able to eat that much, for the first time in weeks he felt full and he couldn't decide if it was a good or a bad thing. Remus and Sirius were washing up and he longed to be in his room, he felt unusually tired, but he was reluctant to move, not knowing if he was allowed to leave yet. He was dozing of in the chair when a gentle hand brushed his bangs away. His first reaction would have been to drew away from the touch, but he was tired and the touch was comforting so he stayed where he was, eyes closed, till Sirius's voice called him.
"Harry, lets get you upstairs." Those were the words Harry had been waiting to hear all evening and without meaning to he jumped up, all tiredness gone from his limbs as he raced up the stairs, not noticing Sirius's frown. Harry put a hand on the door handle and tried to open the door but to his frustration it was closed. Without being able to help himself he sank to the ground and did something he hadn't done for a long while. He began to cry. Hearing his sobs, Sirius rushed up the stairs and sank to his knees next to his godson.
"Harry, Harry, what's wrong Kido?" He drew Harry into his arms and began to rock him a little. Suddenly Harry's broken voice reached his ears.
"Why can't you leave me alone?"
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews.