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Sirius carefully dried Harry's sleeping form, being sure not to awake the small boy again. When he entered his room, Remus was sitting in a chair, waiting for him. The brown-haired man looked up questioningly from the book he had been reading.
"Well? How's he doing?"
Sirius shrugged and placed Harry on his bed, covering him up with a light sheet. "His fever has gone down a bit and he fell asleep, other than that, your guess is as good as mine."
The dark haired man sat down next to his friend. Remus looked at him with a small smile. "I owled Madam Pomfrey, I'm sure she'll be here by tomorrow."
Sirius nodded. "Thanks Remy. You probably should go back to bed, there's not much we can do anyway."
Remus frowned. "What about you? Are you going to sleep?"
Sirius shrugged slightly. "I'll stay here with Harry, probably sleep a bit in a chair. Don't worry about it."
Remus didn't seem to be very fond of that idea, but finally decided to let the matter rest and returned to his own room. Sighing, Sirius transfigured one of the wooden chairs into a leather armchair and sank into it, ready to spend a long night next to Harry.
Madam Pomfrey entered their house at barely seven o'clock. Remus was still sleeping in his room and Sirius was dozing in the chair when the Matron arrived. The woman seemed to have come without even brushing her hair, which made Sirius smile slightly. The nurse glared at him, but all her attention shifted to the sleeping boy. She herded Sirius out of the room, telling him to go and wash up while she checked on Harry. The black haired man stood in the hall for a moment, looking at the closed door and wondering how the woman had managed to get him out of there, but finally decided it didn't really matter and moved towards the bathroom. When he came out, Remus had just waked up and was heading downstairs, towards the kitchen. Moony looked up when his friend joined him.
"I thought you would stay with Harry?"
Sirius snorted. "Madam Pomfrey came half an hour ago, she threw me out of the room, told me I only would stand in the way."
Remus smiled slightly, and entered the kitchen, where he started to make coffee for his friend and him. "Well, Padfoot, I'm sure she knows what's better."
The man glared at him but choose to remain silent and just look out of the window. Half through the coffee, the nurse joined them. Both men looked up at her questioningly. "Well?"
Madam Pomfrey sat down and accepted the coffee Remus handed her. "He has the flu, it's nothing important but you'll have to watch him carefully for the next few days, children have the nasty tendency to just do whatever they want when they start to feel better and that can just make matters worse. Give him a fever-reducing potion every six hours, make him stay in bed and keep him warm. If his temperature raises and it's not time for the potion bathe him again and call me at once. I'll come back tomorrow morning, ok?"
Both men nodded. Sirius immediately went out of the kitchen and up to his room, where Harry was still sleeping peacefully, an empty goblet rested at the night table, showing Madam Pomfrey had already given him his does of potion. Sirius sat down on the chair he had slept in and put a hand on the boy's forehead. Harry's fever was already starting to go down, which pleased Sirius. The man, seeing he didn't have much more to do, returned to the paper work he had left unfinished the night before. If he was going to stay at Harry's bedside, which he was, he might as well use the time his godson remained asleep to work. A few minutes later, Remus came up with some breakfast. He had been talking a bit more with the nurse and she had insisted he should also keep an eye on his friend, making him rest from time to time. Not that Remus needed to be told, if anyone knew how obsessive Sirius could be when he was concerned, that was him. For once in his live, Sirius was not difficult and quietly ate everything his friend had brought him up. The problems came when Remus told him to get some rest. Sirius flatly refused to leave the room and finally, after a lot of arguing, both agreed that Sirius could sleep in a cot in the room as long as Remus promised to wake him the instant Harry woke up.
In the end they shouldn't have bothered. Two hours later, Harry began to move restlessly in his bed. His small frame was covered in sweat and he was whimpering softly. Remus tried to cool him off a bit with a cold washcloth, but the child only started to whimper more loudly. In fact he made enough noise to wake Sirius up from his dozing. Both men bend over the small boy and Sirius shook him gently.
"Harry, child, wake up."
Harry fought slightly against the hands that were on his shoulders but, when his godfather called him again, he woke up. Seeing the familiar faces of his guardians, the boy relaxed against his pillows tiredly. Sirius smiled down at him slightly.
"Hey, Kid, how are you feeling?"
Harry frowned, why was his godfather asking him that? He was about to ask him when the memories about last night came back to him and he realised that he wasn't really feeling very well. In fact he was feeling very hot and his stomach ached a bit. He looked at his godfather, wondering if he should tell him the truth. As if reading his mind, Sirius said, "Tell me the truth, Harry. I can't help you if you're not honest and since I'm going to try to help you anyway we might as well try to do it right the first time around."
Harry chuckled a bit but nodded, knowing Sirius would probably know if he lied. "I'm feeling hot, and my stomach aches. I'm also a bit dizzy."
Sirius nodded firmly while Remus put the washcloth over his forehead, making him shiver. "Madam Pomfrey came by a few hours ago, she says you have the flu."
Harry rose an eyebrow and shrugged. "Oh, well, it's not that bad, it'll go away."
Both adults looked at him incredulously as Harry sat up and swung his legs out of the covers. Sirius regained his bearings just in time to pick up the boy when Harry was about to jump out of bed. Looking sternly down at his godson he clearly stated, "You're not getting out of that bed until Madam Pomfrey, Remus or I say that you can."
Confused green eyes looked up at him. "Why? Are you mad about last night? I didn't mean to wake you up."
Sirius, seeing the tears gathering in the child's eyes quickly sat him down on his lap and hugged him. "Of course I'm not mad, Harry. But you're ill, you need to stay in bed so you can heal faster. Ill people need rest."
Harry was still looking rather confused. "Oh, if you say so Daddy. but Aunt Petunia never made me stay in bed."
Remus, who had remained silent till the moment, saw the flash of anger cross his best friend's eyes and decided to pick up the discussion from him. "What about Dudley, Harry? He got to stay in bed when he was ill, didn't he?"
Remus ignored Sirius' glare and kept his eyes trained towards the boy. Harry titled his head and nodded slightly, some of the confusion leaving his features. "Yes, aunt Petunia always made him stay in bed or on the couch in the living room, I thought it only was because he was being lazy and didn't want to go to school."
Both, Sirius and Remus, thought that Harry was probably right and that most of the times his fat cousin had faked any illness he might have had but they chose not to comment on it. Instead, Remus continued his reasoning. "Well, your Aunt wanted that your cousin would get better soon. We want you to get better soon too, so we want you to stay in bed, understood?"
Harry shrugged, relaxing against his godfather. "Ok, if you say so."
Sirius, smiled a bit, his anger having disappeared, and placed Harry on the bed again. "Good, there you go kiddo. Now, why don't you try to sleep some more?"
Harry let himself be tucked in by loving hands and was already nearly asleep when Sirius gently kissed his forehead. Cracking a small smile, the child mumbled, "Love you, Uncle Remus. Love you, Daddy."
Both men froze in shock, but slowly a smile spread over their faces, together they answered the small boy. "We love you to, child."
To be continued.
A/N: Thanks for all reviews.
Ok, I have several announcements to make (namely two.) The first one is that I've started my own updating group, in a while I'll stop sending mails so anyone who's still interested in knowing when I update, please sign up in: groups.yahoo.com/group/polaris_45 That was done mainly because the emails I had were starting to fail, meaning many people who had asked me to receive the notice didn't get it.
The second one is that for those who are interested you can now find Dangers in the Past translated to French. It is being done by Fany, the story is called: Dangers du Passé and you can find it at the following direction: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=891105 I hope those of you who prefer to read in French will be happy.
Well, that's it, thanks for listening (reading) to my ramblings ^.^ I'll see you again in the next chapter. Polaris
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Sirius carefully dried Harry's sleeping form, being sure not to awake the small boy again. When he entered his room, Remus was sitting in a chair, waiting for him. The brown-haired man looked up questioningly from the book he had been reading.
"Well? How's he doing?"
Sirius shrugged and placed Harry on his bed, covering him up with a light sheet. "His fever has gone down a bit and he fell asleep, other than that, your guess is as good as mine."
The dark haired man sat down next to his friend. Remus looked at him with a small smile. "I owled Madam Pomfrey, I'm sure she'll be here by tomorrow."
Sirius nodded. "Thanks Remy. You probably should go back to bed, there's not much we can do anyway."
Remus frowned. "What about you? Are you going to sleep?"
Sirius shrugged slightly. "I'll stay here with Harry, probably sleep a bit in a chair. Don't worry about it."
Remus didn't seem to be very fond of that idea, but finally decided to let the matter rest and returned to his own room. Sighing, Sirius transfigured one of the wooden chairs into a leather armchair and sank into it, ready to spend a long night next to Harry.
Madam Pomfrey entered their house at barely seven o'clock. Remus was still sleeping in his room and Sirius was dozing in the chair when the Matron arrived. The woman seemed to have come without even brushing her hair, which made Sirius smile slightly. The nurse glared at him, but all her attention shifted to the sleeping boy. She herded Sirius out of the room, telling him to go and wash up while she checked on Harry. The black haired man stood in the hall for a moment, looking at the closed door and wondering how the woman had managed to get him out of there, but finally decided it didn't really matter and moved towards the bathroom. When he came out, Remus had just waked up and was heading downstairs, towards the kitchen. Moony looked up when his friend joined him.
"I thought you would stay with Harry?"
Sirius snorted. "Madam Pomfrey came half an hour ago, she threw me out of the room, told me I only would stand in the way."
Remus smiled slightly, and entered the kitchen, where he started to make coffee for his friend and him. "Well, Padfoot, I'm sure she knows what's better."
The man glared at him but choose to remain silent and just look out of the window. Half through the coffee, the nurse joined them. Both men looked up at her questioningly. "Well?"
Madam Pomfrey sat down and accepted the coffee Remus handed her. "He has the flu, it's nothing important but you'll have to watch him carefully for the next few days, children have the nasty tendency to just do whatever they want when they start to feel better and that can just make matters worse. Give him a fever-reducing potion every six hours, make him stay in bed and keep him warm. If his temperature raises and it's not time for the potion bathe him again and call me at once. I'll come back tomorrow morning, ok?"
Both men nodded. Sirius immediately went out of the kitchen and up to his room, where Harry was still sleeping peacefully, an empty goblet rested at the night table, showing Madam Pomfrey had already given him his does of potion. Sirius sat down on the chair he had slept in and put a hand on the boy's forehead. Harry's fever was already starting to go down, which pleased Sirius. The man, seeing he didn't have much more to do, returned to the paper work he had left unfinished the night before. If he was going to stay at Harry's bedside, which he was, he might as well use the time his godson remained asleep to work. A few minutes later, Remus came up with some breakfast. He had been talking a bit more with the nurse and she had insisted he should also keep an eye on his friend, making him rest from time to time. Not that Remus needed to be told, if anyone knew how obsessive Sirius could be when he was concerned, that was him. For once in his live, Sirius was not difficult and quietly ate everything his friend had brought him up. The problems came when Remus told him to get some rest. Sirius flatly refused to leave the room and finally, after a lot of arguing, both agreed that Sirius could sleep in a cot in the room as long as Remus promised to wake him the instant Harry woke up.
In the end they shouldn't have bothered. Two hours later, Harry began to move restlessly in his bed. His small frame was covered in sweat and he was whimpering softly. Remus tried to cool him off a bit with a cold washcloth, but the child only started to whimper more loudly. In fact he made enough noise to wake Sirius up from his dozing. Both men bend over the small boy and Sirius shook him gently.
"Harry, child, wake up."
Harry fought slightly against the hands that were on his shoulders but, when his godfather called him again, he woke up. Seeing the familiar faces of his guardians, the boy relaxed against his pillows tiredly. Sirius smiled down at him slightly.
"Hey, Kid, how are you feeling?"
Harry frowned, why was his godfather asking him that? He was about to ask him when the memories about last night came back to him and he realised that he wasn't really feeling very well. In fact he was feeling very hot and his stomach ached a bit. He looked at his godfather, wondering if he should tell him the truth. As if reading his mind, Sirius said, "Tell me the truth, Harry. I can't help you if you're not honest and since I'm going to try to help you anyway we might as well try to do it right the first time around."
Harry chuckled a bit but nodded, knowing Sirius would probably know if he lied. "I'm feeling hot, and my stomach aches. I'm also a bit dizzy."
Sirius nodded firmly while Remus put the washcloth over his forehead, making him shiver. "Madam Pomfrey came by a few hours ago, she says you have the flu."
Harry rose an eyebrow and shrugged. "Oh, well, it's not that bad, it'll go away."
Both adults looked at him incredulously as Harry sat up and swung his legs out of the covers. Sirius regained his bearings just in time to pick up the boy when Harry was about to jump out of bed. Looking sternly down at his godson he clearly stated, "You're not getting out of that bed until Madam Pomfrey, Remus or I say that you can."
Confused green eyes looked up at him. "Why? Are you mad about last night? I didn't mean to wake you up."
Sirius, seeing the tears gathering in the child's eyes quickly sat him down on his lap and hugged him. "Of course I'm not mad, Harry. But you're ill, you need to stay in bed so you can heal faster. Ill people need rest."
Harry was still looking rather confused. "Oh, if you say so Daddy. but Aunt Petunia never made me stay in bed."
Remus, who had remained silent till the moment, saw the flash of anger cross his best friend's eyes and decided to pick up the discussion from him. "What about Dudley, Harry? He got to stay in bed when he was ill, didn't he?"
Remus ignored Sirius' glare and kept his eyes trained towards the boy. Harry titled his head and nodded slightly, some of the confusion leaving his features. "Yes, aunt Petunia always made him stay in bed or on the couch in the living room, I thought it only was because he was being lazy and didn't want to go to school."
Both, Sirius and Remus, thought that Harry was probably right and that most of the times his fat cousin had faked any illness he might have had but they chose not to comment on it. Instead, Remus continued his reasoning. "Well, your Aunt wanted that your cousin would get better soon. We want you to get better soon too, so we want you to stay in bed, understood?"
Harry shrugged, relaxing against his godfather. "Ok, if you say so."
Sirius, smiled a bit, his anger having disappeared, and placed Harry on the bed again. "Good, there you go kiddo. Now, why don't you try to sleep some more?"
Harry let himself be tucked in by loving hands and was already nearly asleep when Sirius gently kissed his forehead. Cracking a small smile, the child mumbled, "Love you, Uncle Remus. Love you, Daddy."
Both men froze in shock, but slowly a smile spread over their faces, together they answered the small boy. "We love you to, child."
To be continued.
A/N: Thanks for all reviews.
Ok, I have several announcements to make (namely two.) The first one is that I've started my own updating group, in a while I'll stop sending mails so anyone who's still interested in knowing when I update, please sign up in: groups.yahoo.com/group/polaris_45 That was done mainly because the emails I had were starting to fail, meaning many people who had asked me to receive the notice didn't get it.
The second one is that for those who are interested you can now find Dangers in the Past translated to French. It is being done by Fany, the story is called: Dangers du Passé and you can find it at the following direction: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=891105 I hope those of you who prefer to read in French will be happy.
Well, that's it, thanks for listening (reading) to my ramblings ^.^ I'll see you again in the next chapter. Polaris