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Dangers in the past:
Sirius had sat down in the armchair for quite some time after McGonagall left, thinking of ways to keep the truth from his fellow teachers. He suddenly realised it was lunch time, he decided it would be better for him and Harry to keep to their rooms, besides, Harry usually wasn't in a very good mood when he was woken up. Sirius went to the fire and called the houselves, asking them to bring lunch upstairs. He then went to Harry's room, the boy was still sleeping peacefully, he almost felt sorry for having to wake him up. Gently he grasped his shoulder and shook him a little, calling his name. After a minute or so Harry finally stirred and groggily opened his eyes.
"Mmh?"
"Harry, it's time for lunch, you can sleep again after you've eaten something if you want to." Harry though seemed to be very comfortable where he was and decided to just ignore his godfather. He closed his eyes again and snuggled deeper into the blanket that covered him. Sirius sighed, he wasn't about to give up without a fight. "No Harry, don't go to sleep again, you really need to eat something." He waited patiently for his godson to get up, but when he didn't even stir, Sirius just yanked the blanket away and picked Harry up, out of his bed, effectively waking him up. "Now, if you could stop ignoring me sleepyhead, we can have lunch." Harry snuggled his head against his godfather's shoulder while he was carried to the common room.
"Don't want to eat with the teachers, it's weird acting like I don't know them." Sirius sighed.
"We are not going downstairs, we are eating here."
"Ok." The houselves had already left the food on the table, Sirius put Harry down in a chair and handed him a plate.
"Here you go." After having picked up some food for himself he sat down opposite from his godson. They ate in silence for the most part, Sirius was continually shooting Harry concerned looks, it was hard for him to accept that the boy that sat before him was the same he had known for the last two years. Since the fight with Voldemort Harry had become more withdrawn, he didn't like to talk if he wasn't talked to first and had found refuge in books, a thing he had never done before as far as he knew. When they finished eating, Sirius stood up and walked over to Harry, he gently took his chin into his hand and turned his godson's face towards him.
"What's wrong child? You're very quiet"
"It's nothing."
"Kido, don't lie to me." Sirius's voice was still gentle but it had adopted a stern edge, Harry sighed and answered.
"I was just thinking about the Dursleys." Sirius let go of his face and scooped him up into a hug. Harry buried his head into his godfather's chest and talked again. "Sometimes I think I deserved being with them." Harry felt the hug tighten and was sorry to have told Sirius that, it was one of his most privet thoughts and he hadn't planned on telling his godfather. If he had stayed at the Dursley's Voldemort wouldn't have come back and a lot of lives would have been saved. Even if he had ended up saving the wizarding world of Voldemort again he could not help but think about all those who had lost their lives in the fight. He really didn't deserve to be with Sirius, and get comforted like this while so many others were suffering, with that thought in mind Harry tried to get out of Sirius's arms but the older man didn't loosen his grip on him.
"Why do you think that Harry? No one deserves to go through that, specially you." But Harry didn't hear his last words, he was listening intently, he could hear shouts coming from the halls. Before he could tell Sirius, a shearing pain passed through his head and concentrated on where his trademark scar was. He was lucky that Sirius was still holding him, else he was sure he would have collapsed on the ground. Through the pain, he could hear Sirius calling his name frightened, but he couldn't muster the strength to answer him, he was sure that if he opened his mouth he would start to scream. For a while he was completely oblivious to his surroundings, he was just in a sea of pain, he kept his eyes tightly closed and concentrated hard on keeping on breathing. Suddenly he heard something, it was a warm sound that was driving the pain away. He concentrated on this new sound and soon he found he could open his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was that the shouts had become
stronger, they were nearly drowning out the sound of his singing phoenix. He became aware that he was laying on the couch and Sirius was no longer in the room. Suddenly everything made sense, somehow through his connection with Voldemort he knew death eaters had entered the school. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, he stood up and ran out of the room and into the hall, he needed to make sure Sirius was alright. Godric was now flying after him, Derek had appeared at his side and Echo was perched on top of his head, hanging onto his hair for dear life. After a few more turns he saw the fight. The first thing he saw was that Dumbledore wasn't there. The teachers were overwhelmed, even with Ryan's and Ethan's help things weren't going good. They were fighting against 30 death eaters, but the problem came from the big basilisk that was helping the black robed men. The teachers were trying to fight the death eaters while keeping out of the beasts way and most important, his eyes.
Harry decided quickly on what had to be done. He turned to Derek who was looking at the battle and softly hissed to him.
"Derek, pleassse, go help the teachersss."
"Can I poissson thossse bad men, massster?"
"That'sss exactly what I want you to do." The snake nodded it's head and slid out of view. Then Harry turned to Echo.
*Echo, please, confuse the death eaters, ok?*
*Sure young master.* The dark blue fairy smiled reassuringly at him and flew away. Harry noticed the basilisk was not very far away from them now and smiled grimly.
"Well Godric, it's you and me against big meany over there. Think you can do something about the eyes before it kills someone?" Noticing the snake had cornered Flitwick, Harry sprang into action. "And do it quickly."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
Dangers in the past:
Sirius had sat down in the armchair for quite some time after McGonagall left, thinking of ways to keep the truth from his fellow teachers. He suddenly realised it was lunch time, he decided it would be better for him and Harry to keep to their rooms, besides, Harry usually wasn't in a very good mood when he was woken up. Sirius went to the fire and called the houselves, asking them to bring lunch upstairs. He then went to Harry's room, the boy was still sleeping peacefully, he almost felt sorry for having to wake him up. Gently he grasped his shoulder and shook him a little, calling his name. After a minute or so Harry finally stirred and groggily opened his eyes.
"Mmh?"
"Harry, it's time for lunch, you can sleep again after you've eaten something if you want to." Harry though seemed to be very comfortable where he was and decided to just ignore his godfather. He closed his eyes again and snuggled deeper into the blanket that covered him. Sirius sighed, he wasn't about to give up without a fight. "No Harry, don't go to sleep again, you really need to eat something." He waited patiently for his godson to get up, but when he didn't even stir, Sirius just yanked the blanket away and picked Harry up, out of his bed, effectively waking him up. "Now, if you could stop ignoring me sleepyhead, we can have lunch." Harry snuggled his head against his godfather's shoulder while he was carried to the common room.
"Don't want to eat with the teachers, it's weird acting like I don't know them." Sirius sighed.
"We are not going downstairs, we are eating here."
"Ok." The houselves had already left the food on the table, Sirius put Harry down in a chair and handed him a plate.
"Here you go." After having picked up some food for himself he sat down opposite from his godson. They ate in silence for the most part, Sirius was continually shooting Harry concerned looks, it was hard for him to accept that the boy that sat before him was the same he had known for the last two years. Since the fight with Voldemort Harry had become more withdrawn, he didn't like to talk if he wasn't talked to first and had found refuge in books, a thing he had never done before as far as he knew. When they finished eating, Sirius stood up and walked over to Harry, he gently took his chin into his hand and turned his godson's face towards him.
"What's wrong child? You're very quiet"
"It's nothing."
"Kido, don't lie to me." Sirius's voice was still gentle but it had adopted a stern edge, Harry sighed and answered.
"I was just thinking about the Dursleys." Sirius let go of his face and scooped him up into a hug. Harry buried his head into his godfather's chest and talked again. "Sometimes I think I deserved being with them." Harry felt the hug tighten and was sorry to have told Sirius that, it was one of his most privet thoughts and he hadn't planned on telling his godfather. If he had stayed at the Dursley's Voldemort wouldn't have come back and a lot of lives would have been saved. Even if he had ended up saving the wizarding world of Voldemort again he could not help but think about all those who had lost their lives in the fight. He really didn't deserve to be with Sirius, and get comforted like this while so many others were suffering, with that thought in mind Harry tried to get out of Sirius's arms but the older man didn't loosen his grip on him.
"Why do you think that Harry? No one deserves to go through that, specially you." But Harry didn't hear his last words, he was listening intently, he could hear shouts coming from the halls. Before he could tell Sirius, a shearing pain passed through his head and concentrated on where his trademark scar was. He was lucky that Sirius was still holding him, else he was sure he would have collapsed on the ground. Through the pain, he could hear Sirius calling his name frightened, but he couldn't muster the strength to answer him, he was sure that if he opened his mouth he would start to scream. For a while he was completely oblivious to his surroundings, he was just in a sea of pain, he kept his eyes tightly closed and concentrated hard on keeping on breathing. Suddenly he heard something, it was a warm sound that was driving the pain away. He concentrated on this new sound and soon he found he could open his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was that the shouts had become
stronger, they were nearly drowning out the sound of his singing phoenix. He became aware that he was laying on the couch and Sirius was no longer in the room. Suddenly everything made sense, somehow through his connection with Voldemort he knew death eaters had entered the school. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, he stood up and ran out of the room and into the hall, he needed to make sure Sirius was alright. Godric was now flying after him, Derek had appeared at his side and Echo was perched on top of his head, hanging onto his hair for dear life. After a few more turns he saw the fight. The first thing he saw was that Dumbledore wasn't there. The teachers were overwhelmed, even with Ryan's and Ethan's help things weren't going good. They were fighting against 30 death eaters, but the problem came from the big basilisk that was helping the black robed men. The teachers were trying to fight the death eaters while keeping out of the beasts way and most important, his eyes.
Harry decided quickly on what had to be done. He turned to Derek who was looking at the battle and softly hissed to him.
"Derek, pleassse, go help the teachersss."
"Can I poissson thossse bad men, massster?"
"That'sss exactly what I want you to do." The snake nodded it's head and slid out of view. Then Harry turned to Echo.
*Echo, please, confuse the death eaters, ok?*
*Sure young master.* The dark blue fairy smiled reassuringly at him and flew away. Harry noticed the basilisk was not very far away from them now and smiled grimly.
"Well Godric, it's you and me against big meany over there. Think you can do something about the eyes before it kills someone?" Noticing the snake had cornered Flitwick, Harry sprang into action. "And do it quickly."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.