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Chapter 13
Some one was shaking him. God his back ached so badly. Quit shaking me, he wanted to shout.
Remus opened his eyes tiredly. Silver was all he could see. He blinked a couple of times to clear his sight.
Professor Dumbledore was leaning over him.
"I am sorry to wake you Remus but it is time to go," he said quietly. Remus only nodded. Why on earth does he feel so tired?
Once he was completely awake he got out of bed. His back and neck were cracking.
"Please wake everyone here whilst I go and inform the others of Harry's condition," Dumbledore said looking at Remus.
"Of course, sir," Remus replied courtly. The headmaster didn't look too good. His face seemed to have aged a dozen years. Sighing, Remus turned back to the bed where Sirius was snoozing quietly.
Getting himself prepared, he went to wake his angry-to-be friend.
"Enervate," he mumbled quietly.
Sirius gave a little groan, then opened his eyes. He seemed to take a little while to remember what happened, then shot up from bed like a spring.
"I'm going to kill him," he barked heading towards the door.
Remus held him back with difficulty. "No, Sirius wait. I asked him to do that. It wasn't his fault. Relax!" he said.
Sirius stopped fidgeting and looked up at Remus, Anger blazing in his eyes. He seemed to be thinking if he should punch his friend or not.
"Don't do that again Remus." he said quietly. Remus nodded. "I am sorry but I had to," he said apologizing.
Sirius inhaled loudly, "never mind, we got other thing to think about," he said.
"Dumbledore said that we have to leave to the hospital now," Remus said changing the subject.
"Finally, come on," Sirius said jogging towards the door, not wanting to wait a second more to see his godson.
When they got to the headmasters' office the guarding gargoyle was already standing aside.
Some one must be up there with him, Sirius thought as he and Remus climbed the stairs.
Knocking first they entered to find a sobbing Mrs. Weasley and a thin- lipped McGonigall.
"Ah, I was expecting you to arrive," Dumbledore said.
"I beg your pardon, but we must be off," Dumbledore said as he stood up to accompany Sirius and Remus. McGonigall nodded faintly.
As soon as they were out side Remus asked, "Isn't Arthur coming along?"
"I'm afraid not," Dumbledore simply answered. He then picked the same box they used an hour ago and told them to touch it.
They waited a few seconds then appeared in a dark alley behind the hospital harry was in.
Sirius was almost running to the entrance, Dumbledore and Remus trying to follow up.
"Where can I find Harry Potter?" He asked panting slightly.
The nurse was surprised and shakily answered after typing a few keys on the computer, "Room 322, third floor."
Sirius was looking around for a staircase when the nurse said to him, "the elevator is down the hall, sir."
Sirius frowned trying to make out what she meant, but thankfully Remus was there for his aid.
Steering his worried friend towards the thing muggles called elevator, Remus couldn't help thinking about what condition Harry will be in.
"Where are we going?" Sirius asked wrenching his arms from Remus' grip.
"To Harry," Remus answered simply.
"Oh," Sirius answered and followed Remus towards the elevator, and watched as he pressed a button labeled 3 with fascination.
Muggles, strange folks, Sirius thought. Then he realized what he was doing. He was trying anything to take his mind off Harry, and what is he going to be like, or will he survive.
Sirius sighed miserably, and waited till they landed on the third floor.
The trio walked out of the doors and began their search for room 322. It wasn't too hard.
Sirius stood outside the door. Strangely his mind was completely blank. He felt numb.
Please be alright, Sirius thought desperately. His heart seemed to sink lower just by starring at the door that led to his godson.
He must have stood there for quite a while because he saw Dumbledores hand come forth and twist the knob of room 322.
Sirius closed his eyes willing for the tension to go away. It didn't.
Opening his eyes Sirius tried not to gasp. There was Harry all right.
Wires were stuck to him from every side. A long tube stretched towards his nose. A bag full of liquid was dangling on a steel pole, and ended at the boys left wrist. A muggle device was beeping a little way to the left of the white bed.
Sirius swallowed the large lump in his throat as he watched his godsons pale face.
There was white gauze wrapped around the boys head which clashed horribly with his hair. His chest was tied with white gauze as were his arms.
He looked so at peace though, so calm.
Licking his lips Sirius walked forward; his legs stiff and uncooperative. A chair was placed near the bed where he sat heavily on. Carefully he slid his hand into Harry's, oblivious to the other two in the room.
"We shall be leaving now," Dumbledore announced not wanting to disturb Sirius. He placed his wrinkled palm on Remus' shoulder who nodded in return, but stayed put for a little while.
"let's go Remus," Dumbledore urged.
This time Remus did as he was old and exited the white room.
"Will he be alright?" Remus asked quietly as they headed to the cool street outside.
"Harry or Sirius?" Said Dumbledore in a soft voice. Remus surprisingly didn't know what to answer then finally said.
"Both."
Dumbledore sighed and said, "I don't know Remus, I honostly don't know."
Authors note: I hope you liked this chapter. If you do you will review. And again, THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUSCH WHO REVIEWED. Well that felt good. Review this chapter and the one before it. PLEASE! PLEASE!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR does.
Chapter 13
Some one was shaking him. God his back ached so badly. Quit shaking me, he wanted to shout.
Remus opened his eyes tiredly. Silver was all he could see. He blinked a couple of times to clear his sight.
Professor Dumbledore was leaning over him.
"I am sorry to wake you Remus but it is time to go," he said quietly. Remus only nodded. Why on earth does he feel so tired?
Once he was completely awake he got out of bed. His back and neck were cracking.
"Please wake everyone here whilst I go and inform the others of Harry's condition," Dumbledore said looking at Remus.
"Of course, sir," Remus replied courtly. The headmaster didn't look too good. His face seemed to have aged a dozen years. Sighing, Remus turned back to the bed where Sirius was snoozing quietly.
Getting himself prepared, he went to wake his angry-to-be friend.
"Enervate," he mumbled quietly.
Sirius gave a little groan, then opened his eyes. He seemed to take a little while to remember what happened, then shot up from bed like a spring.
"I'm going to kill him," he barked heading towards the door.
Remus held him back with difficulty. "No, Sirius wait. I asked him to do that. It wasn't his fault. Relax!" he said.
Sirius stopped fidgeting and looked up at Remus, Anger blazing in his eyes. He seemed to be thinking if he should punch his friend or not.
"Don't do that again Remus." he said quietly. Remus nodded. "I am sorry but I had to," he said apologizing.
Sirius inhaled loudly, "never mind, we got other thing to think about," he said.
"Dumbledore said that we have to leave to the hospital now," Remus said changing the subject.
"Finally, come on," Sirius said jogging towards the door, not wanting to wait a second more to see his godson.
When they got to the headmasters' office the guarding gargoyle was already standing aside.
Some one must be up there with him, Sirius thought as he and Remus climbed the stairs.
Knocking first they entered to find a sobbing Mrs. Weasley and a thin- lipped McGonigall.
"Ah, I was expecting you to arrive," Dumbledore said.
"I beg your pardon, but we must be off," Dumbledore said as he stood up to accompany Sirius and Remus. McGonigall nodded faintly.
As soon as they were out side Remus asked, "Isn't Arthur coming along?"
"I'm afraid not," Dumbledore simply answered. He then picked the same box they used an hour ago and told them to touch it.
They waited a few seconds then appeared in a dark alley behind the hospital harry was in.
Sirius was almost running to the entrance, Dumbledore and Remus trying to follow up.
"Where can I find Harry Potter?" He asked panting slightly.
The nurse was surprised and shakily answered after typing a few keys on the computer, "Room 322, third floor."
Sirius was looking around for a staircase when the nurse said to him, "the elevator is down the hall, sir."
Sirius frowned trying to make out what she meant, but thankfully Remus was there for his aid.
Steering his worried friend towards the thing muggles called elevator, Remus couldn't help thinking about what condition Harry will be in.
"Where are we going?" Sirius asked wrenching his arms from Remus' grip.
"To Harry," Remus answered simply.
"Oh," Sirius answered and followed Remus towards the elevator, and watched as he pressed a button labeled 3 with fascination.
Muggles, strange folks, Sirius thought. Then he realized what he was doing. He was trying anything to take his mind off Harry, and what is he going to be like, or will he survive.
Sirius sighed miserably, and waited till they landed on the third floor.
The trio walked out of the doors and began their search for room 322. It wasn't too hard.
Sirius stood outside the door. Strangely his mind was completely blank. He felt numb.
Please be alright, Sirius thought desperately. His heart seemed to sink lower just by starring at the door that led to his godson.
He must have stood there for quite a while because he saw Dumbledores hand come forth and twist the knob of room 322.
Sirius closed his eyes willing for the tension to go away. It didn't.
Opening his eyes Sirius tried not to gasp. There was Harry all right.
Wires were stuck to him from every side. A long tube stretched towards his nose. A bag full of liquid was dangling on a steel pole, and ended at the boys left wrist. A muggle device was beeping a little way to the left of the white bed.
Sirius swallowed the large lump in his throat as he watched his godsons pale face.
There was white gauze wrapped around the boys head which clashed horribly with his hair. His chest was tied with white gauze as were his arms.
He looked so at peace though, so calm.
Licking his lips Sirius walked forward; his legs stiff and uncooperative. A chair was placed near the bed where he sat heavily on. Carefully he slid his hand into Harry's, oblivious to the other two in the room.
"We shall be leaving now," Dumbledore announced not wanting to disturb Sirius. He placed his wrinkled palm on Remus' shoulder who nodded in return, but stayed put for a little while.
"let's go Remus," Dumbledore urged.
This time Remus did as he was old and exited the white room.
"Will he be alright?" Remus asked quietly as they headed to the cool street outside.
"Harry or Sirius?" Said Dumbledore in a soft voice. Remus surprisingly didn't know what to answer then finally said.
"Both."
Dumbledore sighed and said, "I don't know Remus, I honostly don't know."
Authors note: I hope you liked this chapter. If you do you will review. And again, THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUSCH WHO REVIEWED. Well that felt good. Review this chapter and the one before it. PLEASE! PLEASE!