Harry was soon enveloped in a tight hug that could have easily been
mistaken as a death grip.
"Harry! You scared me so bad!" Shouted Sirius. Sirius still had a glint of terror in his eyes. Harry looked over Sirius' shoulder to take in his surroundings. He was in the house of Remus Lupin. How did I get here? Is this still part of the dream? Thought Harry. His voice slowly began to return to him.
"Wha-what…how…how did I get here?" Asked a confused Harry.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Sirius said as he pulled Harry back to get a better look at him. Harry could still feel the bit of pain from when Petunia had hit him. Harry turned his head so that Sirius couldn't see the bruised side of his face. Sirius had always been so protective of Harry. If he was to see the bruise, he might do something to the Dursley's that would get him into even more trouble with the Ministry of Magic.
"What? Didn't you get me and apparate me here?"
"No, Harry," Sirius looked as confused as Harry felt. "I couldn't even if I wanted to. There are anti-apparation fields around the Dursley's house."
"Well then… how did I get here?" There was a moment of silence.
"I don't know. There was a loud crash, so I turned into my dog form and snuck downstairs. That's when I saw you laying sprawled out onto the floor. It took you a few minutes, but eventually you came back into consciousness. You know the rest."
"Oh," Harry was at a loss for words. His heart was screaming for him to jump into Sirius' arms and tell him about what the Dursley's had done and about his vision, but his head was telling him not to, for if he did Sirius would become even more protective and paranoid. Sirius could sense that something was wrong.
"Harry, is there something that you want to tell me? Did something happen?" Harry thought for a moment. He hated lying to his godfather, but he hated even more having his godfather constantly worrying about him.
"No, Sirius," Harry lied. "Nothing's wrong. I must have been studying up on my magic and I accidentally made my wand go wrong and cause me to come here." Harry didn't care how stupid his excuse was, he would rather have Sirius getting onto him for using magic outside of Hogwarts than to have Sirius being even more over-protective. Sirius could tell by how fast that Harry had answered that he was not telling the truth, or at least not all of it. But he decided not to press the issue. If it was important, Harry would tell him sooner or later.
"O.K. Well, I'm going to go owl Dumbledor. I'm sure that he will would like to know about this," and with a short sigh, Sirius turned to leave. But just before he left the room, he noticed a big purple mark on Harry's right cheek. Harry looked up and saw the look of rage on Sirius' face. Anger was written all over him. Harry did his best to quickly find a cover-up for the bruise.
"Oh! That…well, you see…I was doing my Transfiguration homework when. It was hot so I had the window open. The wind blew and my papers went everywhere. When I got up to get my papers, I slipped on one, fell, and hit the side of my face on the side of my bed." Sirius was unconvinced with Harry's story.
"Harry, I was much more clumsy as you when I was a kid. I know what kind of a bruise it leaves when you hit a part of your face on a bed. And it looks nothing like that. I also saw a lot of fights, being in Azkaban, so I also know what kind of a bruise is left after you are hit." Sirius was cleverer than Harry had thought. "Harry, they hit you, didn't they?"
Harry just nodded. Just then Remus came through the door.
"Hey Sirius! What are you doin-" Remus stopped talking when he had seen Harry.
"Harry?! What are you doing here?!" Harry was soon in his second death grip of the day. When Remus had finally pulled himself away from Harry, he repeated his question. "How did you get here?!"
Harry and Sirius explained to him what had happened, but Harry left out the part of being about his vision, he didn't want Sirius or Remus to know. After all, it was only a vision, nothing more.
"Have you owled Dumbledor yet?" Asked Remus.
"I was just about to do that when…" Harry was hoping that the parts of him being hit wouldn't be mentioned, and, for the first time in a long while, something went his way. "When you came in." Oh, well, you go and owl him. I'll go and start dinner. Harry, its great to see you again!" And with that, Remus and Sirius left. Harry laid down on Remus's couch. Soon, Harry found himself drifting off into a deep sleep. But his sleep was not a dreamless one…
"Harry! You scared me so bad!" Shouted Sirius. Sirius still had a glint of terror in his eyes. Harry looked over Sirius' shoulder to take in his surroundings. He was in the house of Remus Lupin. How did I get here? Is this still part of the dream? Thought Harry. His voice slowly began to return to him.
"Wha-what…how…how did I get here?" Asked a confused Harry.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Sirius said as he pulled Harry back to get a better look at him. Harry could still feel the bit of pain from when Petunia had hit him. Harry turned his head so that Sirius couldn't see the bruised side of his face. Sirius had always been so protective of Harry. If he was to see the bruise, he might do something to the Dursley's that would get him into even more trouble with the Ministry of Magic.
"What? Didn't you get me and apparate me here?"
"No, Harry," Sirius looked as confused as Harry felt. "I couldn't even if I wanted to. There are anti-apparation fields around the Dursley's house."
"Well then… how did I get here?" There was a moment of silence.
"I don't know. There was a loud crash, so I turned into my dog form and snuck downstairs. That's when I saw you laying sprawled out onto the floor. It took you a few minutes, but eventually you came back into consciousness. You know the rest."
"Oh," Harry was at a loss for words. His heart was screaming for him to jump into Sirius' arms and tell him about what the Dursley's had done and about his vision, but his head was telling him not to, for if he did Sirius would become even more protective and paranoid. Sirius could sense that something was wrong.
"Harry, is there something that you want to tell me? Did something happen?" Harry thought for a moment. He hated lying to his godfather, but he hated even more having his godfather constantly worrying about him.
"No, Sirius," Harry lied. "Nothing's wrong. I must have been studying up on my magic and I accidentally made my wand go wrong and cause me to come here." Harry didn't care how stupid his excuse was, he would rather have Sirius getting onto him for using magic outside of Hogwarts than to have Sirius being even more over-protective. Sirius could tell by how fast that Harry had answered that he was not telling the truth, or at least not all of it. But he decided not to press the issue. If it was important, Harry would tell him sooner or later.
"O.K. Well, I'm going to go owl Dumbledor. I'm sure that he will would like to know about this," and with a short sigh, Sirius turned to leave. But just before he left the room, he noticed a big purple mark on Harry's right cheek. Harry looked up and saw the look of rage on Sirius' face. Anger was written all over him. Harry did his best to quickly find a cover-up for the bruise.
"Oh! That…well, you see…I was doing my Transfiguration homework when. It was hot so I had the window open. The wind blew and my papers went everywhere. When I got up to get my papers, I slipped on one, fell, and hit the side of my face on the side of my bed." Sirius was unconvinced with Harry's story.
"Harry, I was much more clumsy as you when I was a kid. I know what kind of a bruise it leaves when you hit a part of your face on a bed. And it looks nothing like that. I also saw a lot of fights, being in Azkaban, so I also know what kind of a bruise is left after you are hit." Sirius was cleverer than Harry had thought. "Harry, they hit you, didn't they?"
Harry just nodded. Just then Remus came through the door.
"Hey Sirius! What are you doin-" Remus stopped talking when he had seen Harry.
"Harry?! What are you doing here?!" Harry was soon in his second death grip of the day. When Remus had finally pulled himself away from Harry, he repeated his question. "How did you get here?!"
Harry and Sirius explained to him what had happened, but Harry left out the part of being about his vision, he didn't want Sirius or Remus to know. After all, it was only a vision, nothing more.
"Have you owled Dumbledor yet?" Asked Remus.
"I was just about to do that when…" Harry was hoping that the parts of him being hit wouldn't be mentioned, and, for the first time in a long while, something went his way. "When you came in." Oh, well, you go and owl him. I'll go and start dinner. Harry, its great to see you again!" And with that, Remus and Sirius left. Harry laid down on Remus's couch. Soon, Harry found himself drifting off into a deep sleep. But his sleep was not a dreamless one…
