A/N: Again, I'd like to thank all those who review me; you are all so nice
and encouraging! I wanna say here and now, things in this chapter get a
little grim, but please keep reading, I think in the next chapter, or the
one after that, things will clear up, and please don't persecute me due to
my lack of knowledge in the medical field, I'm fourteen, haven't had the
'training'. If it really bothers anyone, and they know the 'proper' terms
for things, feel free to correct me in a review. Also, please note that
this chapter may be a little depressing and or vulgar possibly, but I
assure you, it is necessary. I tried to incorporate the humor that may have
been the Marauders, or at least some of it in the previous chapter, and
there will be more in the future, just probably not in this chapter but,
the sadness has to go somewhere. Ummm as for JerseyGirl03's question, No I
have no intention whatsoever to kill off Harry, that wouldn't be right or
any fun. If anyone has ideas for pranks (to pull on anyone, Sirius, Remus,
Harry, Ron, Snape ect.) tell them to me, I'll add them and give credit to
those responsible in my author's note. I also want to say that if I use any
nicknames for Harry that you have seen before, don't attack or flame. The
one that I am intent on using has been used before, but it really fits into
my plot well so, uhhh, yeah. I have ideas for later in the story, but I
want someone who I could write to and get their opinion before I put it in,
its just that I don't really want to spoil everything for everyone else. If
you would like to help me out, just say so in a review and leave your E-
Mail address please. I want to thank every reader and reviewer, and please
continue. Oh and if any of this seems a little messed up, I was under the
influence of the incredibly cool Disney music.
By the way, the date for the story currently (when Remus and Sirius rescued
Harry) is July 21. (just so you know)
Summary: Harry abused.rescued by Sirius and Remus.finds out new things.yeah
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is recognized as anyone else's, because then I'd be stealing.and, I would like to state that J.K. Rowling is a genius. Also, I do not own Nickelodeon or SpongeBob SquarePants.
Well, here you go:
Mela En Coiasira Chapter three Awake
After several minutes a very somber and grave looking Madame Pomfey walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I have some bad news for you-" Sirius visibly stiffened. "Mr. Potter will almost certainly survive, though barely. As of now he is in a most critical condition. He has lost massive amounts of blood and there are some major internal injuries, such as a punctured left lung, and some major lacerations all over his body. The main thing that worries me though is he appears to have been hit rather hard in the head, and from what I can detect, there may very well be brain damage and possibly neurological (a/n I am sooo sorry Harry.please don't hate me.it will get better!) but we cant be sure of that until he wakes up, which may take a while, but I want you to contact me as soon as he wakes. I will need to make another evaluation on him. You need to change his bandages and put on this-" she handed Remus some cream in a jar "regularly. Good day." And then left for the fireplace. Dumbledore nodded a farewell to them, with no twinkle in his eyes whatsoever. He too, then left for the fireplace.
Remus shot a worried glance at Sirius only to see him staring disbelieving at the wall. "C'mon Sirius. Lets go see Harry." And he led the way through the door's threshold and into the room. The sheets were no longer bloody, but many of the white bandages on him were starting to tint red. Remus put the cream down on the dresser and sat down in a chair while Sirius sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at Harry. Harry's skin was deathly pale and his facial expression was pulled in pain. Sirius had silent tears rolling down his face. Remus could tell, right then and there that Sirius was blaming all this on himself, which wasn't true. Only Harry would be able to tell him that he wasn't to blame, he's the only one that Sirius really listens to, besides Dumbledore, of course.
They lost track of how much time they both spent in there. Neither of them really knowing what was running though the others mind. Both of them, willing, with all their being, for Harry to wake up, to be okay. Before they knew it, there was no more sunlight pouring in though the window, and they were left with the dim moonlight, which wasn't much, due to the fact that it was a little after the new moon. Remus got up and went to Sirius and put his hand on his shoulder. "Sirius, lets get to bed. You can check on Harry in the morning." But it appeared that Sirius hadn't heard him. He just continued to look at Harry. He slowly brought out his wand (not his real wand, Azkaban had that, this was a temporary one Dumbledore had given him) waved it and then there was a cot resting next to Harry's bed. "I'll stay here, if that's okay." But it seemed, that whatever the answer was, he wasn't going to leave Harry' side. Remus nodded and quietly left.
When Remus woke up the next morning, (which was later then usual because of all the things going on yesterday and the still recent transformation) he went back into Harry's room to see Sirius had fallen asleep half on one bed, half on the other. He left the room and began to cook breakfast. When he had finished his, he brought a tray upstairs with food for Sirius and set it down in front of him. He then left. That's how the next few days were spent, Sirius only leaving Harry's room to go to the bathroom and shower, and Remus venting his feelings by doing excessive cleaning and Harry not moving, although each day slowly getting more color back in his face.
Darkness. That was all he could see all around him. He had no clue as to why he was here, of what had happened for that matter. He knew nothing. He had been here for quite a while, walking about, aimlessly; he felt no pain here, just despair, when all of a sudden, a light came, a light that as white as the darkness was black. All Harry was aware of now, was the light. It was his being, he tried, with all his might to get at it, but it would squirm out of his grasp. He was about to give up, when he heard voices. For the first time in this place, he heard voices:
"Any changes?" one of them asked. Another replied, "No, not really. Do you think he should wake up soon? I mean, it's been days.". The other one answered. "Well, according to Madame Pomfey, he should wake up soon, just give him time" 'Wait a minute.' Harry thought. 'Madame Pomfey? I think I know a Pomfey, right? Hmmm, and those voices, I think I remember them, yeah! Those were Professor Lupin and, SIRIUS! I remember them!' and then the white light blew up and he was engulfed in it. Slowly, a dim pain made it's way into his limbs and his head. His head hurt the most. He slowly opened his eyes, to find that compared to the darkness of before, this was nearly intolerable. He heard movement on his right and looked over there to see who it was. He just couldn't figure it out. He didn't know where he was for that matter. It looked like the man knew him, though, because he was staring at him, and he looked like he hadn't slept for days. "Oh Harry your awake! I was so worried!" and Harry just stared at him, not knowing what to say. "I'll be right back, okay kiddo?" and he left. Harry was sitting on the bed. 'Okay, I guess that guy must know me, but I don't know him.how did I get here? Why do I hurt? I'll ask him when he gets back.' Harry thought to himself.
______(While Harry was thinking.)_______
Sirius ran down the stairs and saw Remus sitting on the couch, reading. "Moony! He woke up!" Remus stared at him, realization finally setting in. He got up, went to the fireplace and threw in some of the red powder from atop the mantel. Threw it into the fire (which was already lit.) and said "Dumbledore". In an instant Dumbledore stepped out, (he already knew why he was being summoned.) and after him was Madame Pomfey. She went straight to Harry's room, but the others stayed where they where, knowing that they would be kicked out anyway.
"When did he wake up?" Dumbledore asked. "A few minutes ago, he looked pretty confused, actually." Sirius said, a little nervous. Remus went to warm up lunch for Harry and make a pot of tea. (A/N Yay! Like Ron, tea helps everything!!!) Everyone was about finished with their cups when Madame Pomfey came back. "How is he?" Sirius asked anxiously. "Well, his wounds are healing quite nicely, though he shouldn't come out of bed for a few more days. He seems to have a memory loss. Weather it is permanent or temporary, I haven't a clue. Just monitor him and try to get him to remember things. Farewell." And she threw some floo powder in to the fireplace and left. "I have some business to attend to, I'll be back tomorrow to see how he is doing." And then Dumbledore too left.
Sirius and Remus made their way upstairs and to Harry's room. They walked in to see Harry sitting on the bed, looking really puzzled. (A/N yeah, you would too if you had no idea of what was going on.) "Hey Harry." Sirius said, hoping that he would remember them. Harry just stared at them with a blank face. The situation would've been funny had it not been so serious. "Its me, Sirius, and Remus. You remember us, right? Padfoot and Moony." Realization crept onto Harry's face. "Sirius? Professor Lupin?" Sirius grinned at the fact that Harry remembered him. And at the use of the words 'Professor Lupin'. He just could never get used to that. "Harry. I am not your Professor anymore. You can call me Remus, or Moony." ".Alright.Umm, would either of you guys like to tell me what happened to me, and uh, well, I don't really remember much else other then you guys." Remus and Sirius looked at each other. And without words, agreed that they shouldn't tell him what had happened to him for a while. "Well Harry" Remus started "We'll tell you what happened soon, you are supposed to rest and relax to get better so-" Sirius cut in "Lets take you down stairs! I'm sure that will help. You can sit with me on the couch. Okay?" Harry beamed and nodded. Being stuck in bed felt too familiar somehow. Harry was getting up out of bed, when Sirius came op to him and picked him up. He was starting to protest when Sirius said "Hey, its just for a while, okay. Moony made food for us, you should be pretty hungry by now, right?" Harry was about to say yes, when his stomach answered for him. Remus and Sirius laughed their heads off while Harry blushed. They then went downstairs, still laughing.
Sirius sat Harry down on the couch and started looking for the remote while Remus set himself to the job of preparing food. Sirius looked for a few minutes and then gave up and resorted to changing the channels of the TV by hand. "Hey Griff, (A/N yeah, Sirius' nickname for Harry.) how about some cartoons?" Harry nodded an 'okay' and Sirius out on 'Nickelodeon'. To Sirius' delight SpongeBob SquarePants was on. Remus clicked his tongue before sitting down himself. They then carried on in watching SpongeBob. Everyone was laughing their brains out by the time it was over.(A/N.maybe it was POOP!!!! Lol!!!)
Sirius thought that Harry had had had enough excitement on the first day he was up, so he took him up to bed. When he came back down, Remus was sitting on the couch, with the remote in hand. "Hey! Where did you get that?! I was looking all over for it!" Remus just grinned at him and said, "Well, I held onto it, hope you don't mind." and he went back to watching his sitcom. Sirius sat down with him and started up a conversation. "Hey Remus, do you think Harry's getting better? I mean in the head. He seemed pretty out've it today." "Well, I hope he's okay, although, yes he was acting rather weird, but, I don't see why he wont get better".
_____(The next morning.)______
Sirius got up at (according to his clock, the blinds were shut so he wouldn't be able to tell the time that way) twelve twenty three. He got up so he could eat his breakfast. When he walked out of his room he looked across the hall and through the open door into Harry's room. He wasn't awake yet. Sirius went into his room and figured that Harry might as well eat with them, so he tried to wake him up.
"Hey Harry, wake up." Harry opened his eyes and saw, a complete stranger to him. He backed away in surprise. "Who are you? Where am I?" Sirius was shocked. They had gone through this with hem yesterday, yet here he was, asking these questions. "Uh, Griff, you mean you don't remember anymore?" Harry nodded his head in a 'no'. "Umm, I'll be right back. Just stay there." And he left Harry thinking about that.
Sirius went down the steps and walked into the kitchen, where Remus was. "Moony, Harry has no idea who I am or where he is. How can that be? We told him just yesterday-" but he stopped because he saw that Dumbledore and Madame Pomfey were sitting at the table with Remus. Madame Pomfey spoke up "What do you mean? He doesn't remember, even though you told him. I'm going to go check on him." And she left.
"That is not very good." Dumbledore said, to no one in particular. "What isn't good?" Sirius asked. "Hmm? Oh, Pomfey said that there may be brain damage, so she administered some potions, but it would appear they aren't working." Dumbledore said, looking quite sad about it. Just then Madame Pomfey came through the doorway, disrupting everyone from their thoughts. "None of my potions worked. We will have to ask Severus for assistance. If he doesn't improve in a week's time." Sirius and Remus cringed at the idea, but it was for Harry's sake. Dumbledore announced he was going to visit Harry and left. When he got to Harry's room he saw him falling asleep. He made his way over to the chair by the bed and sat down. "Harry? Here, listen for a moment before you sleep. You may not remember this tomorrow, but I would like you to know, that we are doing everything in our power to help you. Sleep well." And then Dumbledore left. He only said goodbye to Sirius and Remus before retreating to the fireplace.
Sirius then started talking to Remus. "I don't trust that thing, Snape for anything. Dumbledore can have faith in him all he wants. He might try to poison Harry with one of those potions. You know as well as I know that that grease ball hates him as much as he hates me." "Yes Sirius, I know that. But you must know that Dumbledore doesn't just give his trust to anyone." "Yeah, sure." Sirius said disbelievingly. He picked up the Daily Prophet and started reading while Remus went to his mail and wrote out letters. The second Sirius picked up the paper, though; he saw on the first page a picture of a destroyed house. He read on:
Attack On Muggle Born Ministry Worker Special Report by Kristi Weathers.
Earlier this morning (two a.m. to three a.m.) the house of Kurt Williams was found in ruins. The body's of Mr. Williams and his wife Macy were found in the rubble. It looks like they were tortured for a short while before having the Killing Curse cast on him. It would seem very familiar to the work He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but we have been informed by The Minister of Magic himself that that is impossible.
"There is no way he could be back. Why, may I ask, would he come back after fourteen years? Who ever started that rumor is crazy. A delirious. This is preposterous."
It did seem, though that Minister Fudge was uncomfortable with this subject though.
Kurt Williams was born in a small town named West Chester. (A/N yeah, I don't live in England so I don't know the cities.) He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was a Hufflepuff. He lived there until he was eighteen when he moved to Diagon Alley. From there he met and eventually married Macy. They then moved into a small house in the countryside. Macy stayed home all day while Kurt went to work as a reporter for the Department of Games and Sports. They were both muggle born and will be missed very much.
Sirius put down the article with a sigh. He still couldn't believe that Fudge didn't trust Harry. Harry had been there, and he still didn't believe him. Sirius couldn't stand Fudge. (a/n and neither can I .) He was so ignorant. Just wouldn't see what was right in front of his eyes. Him and Remus then cleaned up the house, took care of some errands and went to bed. The next few days passed like that. Harry waking up, oblivious. Madame Pomfey checking on him, giving him all sorts of potions. Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore worried sick. Sirius was especially upset one night, because it was July thirtieth. Harry's Birthday was the next day, but Harry wouldn't remember it. Sirius fell asleep that night, thinking that hope was quickly becoming lost. Even none of Snape's potions worked.
Sirius woke up early in the morning, twelve am to be exact. And by his standards, this was impossible. He was about to just go to sleep again, but he was restless. He felt like there was something he needed to do, so he got up and walked quietly to Harry's room. When he opened the door he was engulfed in a bright, blinding white light. It only lasted for a minute and the second it was gone, Sirius ran to Harry. He threw Harry's injuries to the wind and shook him awake. "Harry!? Wake up!" Harry groggily opened his eyes and looked at Sirius. "Sirius, let me sleep, I'm really tired." And he rolled over and fell asleep again. Sirius was in shock. Not only about the bright light, but at the fact that Harry seemed to have enough sense and memory to see Sirius in the dark, without his glasses and still make him out and remember him. Sirius went back to his room and write a letter explaining everything to Dumbledore. Little did Sirius know, that Dumbledore was expecting something like this to happen sometime today.
Post Note: Should I have some, er, fun, with Fudge, suggestions, opinions. Pairings? I still need pairings for, um, everyone. Also, if you want to be incorporated into the story, just tell me. I could make you a first year or whatever. I want to know if I should make 'the gang' animagi. And if so, what should they be? Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
Summary: Harry abused.rescued by Sirius and Remus.finds out new things.yeah
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is recognized as anyone else's, because then I'd be stealing.and, I would like to state that J.K. Rowling is a genius. Also, I do not own Nickelodeon or SpongeBob SquarePants.
Well, here you go:
Mela En Coiasira Chapter three Awake
After several minutes a very somber and grave looking Madame Pomfey walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I have some bad news for you-" Sirius visibly stiffened. "Mr. Potter will almost certainly survive, though barely. As of now he is in a most critical condition. He has lost massive amounts of blood and there are some major internal injuries, such as a punctured left lung, and some major lacerations all over his body. The main thing that worries me though is he appears to have been hit rather hard in the head, and from what I can detect, there may very well be brain damage and possibly neurological (a/n I am sooo sorry Harry.please don't hate me.it will get better!) but we cant be sure of that until he wakes up, which may take a while, but I want you to contact me as soon as he wakes. I will need to make another evaluation on him. You need to change his bandages and put on this-" she handed Remus some cream in a jar "regularly. Good day." And then left for the fireplace. Dumbledore nodded a farewell to them, with no twinkle in his eyes whatsoever. He too, then left for the fireplace.
Remus shot a worried glance at Sirius only to see him staring disbelieving at the wall. "C'mon Sirius. Lets go see Harry." And he led the way through the door's threshold and into the room. The sheets were no longer bloody, but many of the white bandages on him were starting to tint red. Remus put the cream down on the dresser and sat down in a chair while Sirius sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at Harry. Harry's skin was deathly pale and his facial expression was pulled in pain. Sirius had silent tears rolling down his face. Remus could tell, right then and there that Sirius was blaming all this on himself, which wasn't true. Only Harry would be able to tell him that he wasn't to blame, he's the only one that Sirius really listens to, besides Dumbledore, of course.
They lost track of how much time they both spent in there. Neither of them really knowing what was running though the others mind. Both of them, willing, with all their being, for Harry to wake up, to be okay. Before they knew it, there was no more sunlight pouring in though the window, and they were left with the dim moonlight, which wasn't much, due to the fact that it was a little after the new moon. Remus got up and went to Sirius and put his hand on his shoulder. "Sirius, lets get to bed. You can check on Harry in the morning." But it appeared that Sirius hadn't heard him. He just continued to look at Harry. He slowly brought out his wand (not his real wand, Azkaban had that, this was a temporary one Dumbledore had given him) waved it and then there was a cot resting next to Harry's bed. "I'll stay here, if that's okay." But it seemed, that whatever the answer was, he wasn't going to leave Harry' side. Remus nodded and quietly left.
When Remus woke up the next morning, (which was later then usual because of all the things going on yesterday and the still recent transformation) he went back into Harry's room to see Sirius had fallen asleep half on one bed, half on the other. He left the room and began to cook breakfast. When he had finished his, he brought a tray upstairs with food for Sirius and set it down in front of him. He then left. That's how the next few days were spent, Sirius only leaving Harry's room to go to the bathroom and shower, and Remus venting his feelings by doing excessive cleaning and Harry not moving, although each day slowly getting more color back in his face.
Darkness. That was all he could see all around him. He had no clue as to why he was here, of what had happened for that matter. He knew nothing. He had been here for quite a while, walking about, aimlessly; he felt no pain here, just despair, when all of a sudden, a light came, a light that as white as the darkness was black. All Harry was aware of now, was the light. It was his being, he tried, with all his might to get at it, but it would squirm out of his grasp. He was about to give up, when he heard voices. For the first time in this place, he heard voices:
"Any changes?" one of them asked. Another replied, "No, not really. Do you think he should wake up soon? I mean, it's been days.". The other one answered. "Well, according to Madame Pomfey, he should wake up soon, just give him time" 'Wait a minute.' Harry thought. 'Madame Pomfey? I think I know a Pomfey, right? Hmmm, and those voices, I think I remember them, yeah! Those were Professor Lupin and, SIRIUS! I remember them!' and then the white light blew up and he was engulfed in it. Slowly, a dim pain made it's way into his limbs and his head. His head hurt the most. He slowly opened his eyes, to find that compared to the darkness of before, this was nearly intolerable. He heard movement on his right and looked over there to see who it was. He just couldn't figure it out. He didn't know where he was for that matter. It looked like the man knew him, though, because he was staring at him, and he looked like he hadn't slept for days. "Oh Harry your awake! I was so worried!" and Harry just stared at him, not knowing what to say. "I'll be right back, okay kiddo?" and he left. Harry was sitting on the bed. 'Okay, I guess that guy must know me, but I don't know him.how did I get here? Why do I hurt? I'll ask him when he gets back.' Harry thought to himself.
______(While Harry was thinking.)_______
Sirius ran down the stairs and saw Remus sitting on the couch, reading. "Moony! He woke up!" Remus stared at him, realization finally setting in. He got up, went to the fireplace and threw in some of the red powder from atop the mantel. Threw it into the fire (which was already lit.) and said "Dumbledore". In an instant Dumbledore stepped out, (he already knew why he was being summoned.) and after him was Madame Pomfey. She went straight to Harry's room, but the others stayed where they where, knowing that they would be kicked out anyway.
"When did he wake up?" Dumbledore asked. "A few minutes ago, he looked pretty confused, actually." Sirius said, a little nervous. Remus went to warm up lunch for Harry and make a pot of tea. (A/N Yay! Like Ron, tea helps everything!!!) Everyone was about finished with their cups when Madame Pomfey came back. "How is he?" Sirius asked anxiously. "Well, his wounds are healing quite nicely, though he shouldn't come out of bed for a few more days. He seems to have a memory loss. Weather it is permanent or temporary, I haven't a clue. Just monitor him and try to get him to remember things. Farewell." And she threw some floo powder in to the fireplace and left. "I have some business to attend to, I'll be back tomorrow to see how he is doing." And then Dumbledore too left.
Sirius and Remus made their way upstairs and to Harry's room. They walked in to see Harry sitting on the bed, looking really puzzled. (A/N yeah, you would too if you had no idea of what was going on.) "Hey Harry." Sirius said, hoping that he would remember them. Harry just stared at them with a blank face. The situation would've been funny had it not been so serious. "Its me, Sirius, and Remus. You remember us, right? Padfoot and Moony." Realization crept onto Harry's face. "Sirius? Professor Lupin?" Sirius grinned at the fact that Harry remembered him. And at the use of the words 'Professor Lupin'. He just could never get used to that. "Harry. I am not your Professor anymore. You can call me Remus, or Moony." ".Alright.Umm, would either of you guys like to tell me what happened to me, and uh, well, I don't really remember much else other then you guys." Remus and Sirius looked at each other. And without words, agreed that they shouldn't tell him what had happened to him for a while. "Well Harry" Remus started "We'll tell you what happened soon, you are supposed to rest and relax to get better so-" Sirius cut in "Lets take you down stairs! I'm sure that will help. You can sit with me on the couch. Okay?" Harry beamed and nodded. Being stuck in bed felt too familiar somehow. Harry was getting up out of bed, when Sirius came op to him and picked him up. He was starting to protest when Sirius said "Hey, its just for a while, okay. Moony made food for us, you should be pretty hungry by now, right?" Harry was about to say yes, when his stomach answered for him. Remus and Sirius laughed their heads off while Harry blushed. They then went downstairs, still laughing.
Sirius sat Harry down on the couch and started looking for the remote while Remus set himself to the job of preparing food. Sirius looked for a few minutes and then gave up and resorted to changing the channels of the TV by hand. "Hey Griff, (A/N yeah, Sirius' nickname for Harry.) how about some cartoons?" Harry nodded an 'okay' and Sirius out on 'Nickelodeon'. To Sirius' delight SpongeBob SquarePants was on. Remus clicked his tongue before sitting down himself. They then carried on in watching SpongeBob. Everyone was laughing their brains out by the time it was over.(A/N.maybe it was POOP!!!! Lol!!!)
Sirius thought that Harry had had had enough excitement on the first day he was up, so he took him up to bed. When he came back down, Remus was sitting on the couch, with the remote in hand. "Hey! Where did you get that?! I was looking all over for it!" Remus just grinned at him and said, "Well, I held onto it, hope you don't mind." and he went back to watching his sitcom. Sirius sat down with him and started up a conversation. "Hey Remus, do you think Harry's getting better? I mean in the head. He seemed pretty out've it today." "Well, I hope he's okay, although, yes he was acting rather weird, but, I don't see why he wont get better".
_____(The next morning.)______
Sirius got up at (according to his clock, the blinds were shut so he wouldn't be able to tell the time that way) twelve twenty three. He got up so he could eat his breakfast. When he walked out of his room he looked across the hall and through the open door into Harry's room. He wasn't awake yet. Sirius went into his room and figured that Harry might as well eat with them, so he tried to wake him up.
"Hey Harry, wake up." Harry opened his eyes and saw, a complete stranger to him. He backed away in surprise. "Who are you? Where am I?" Sirius was shocked. They had gone through this with hem yesterday, yet here he was, asking these questions. "Uh, Griff, you mean you don't remember anymore?" Harry nodded his head in a 'no'. "Umm, I'll be right back. Just stay there." And he left Harry thinking about that.
Sirius went down the steps and walked into the kitchen, where Remus was. "Moony, Harry has no idea who I am or where he is. How can that be? We told him just yesterday-" but he stopped because he saw that Dumbledore and Madame Pomfey were sitting at the table with Remus. Madame Pomfey spoke up "What do you mean? He doesn't remember, even though you told him. I'm going to go check on him." And she left.
"That is not very good." Dumbledore said, to no one in particular. "What isn't good?" Sirius asked. "Hmm? Oh, Pomfey said that there may be brain damage, so she administered some potions, but it would appear they aren't working." Dumbledore said, looking quite sad about it. Just then Madame Pomfey came through the doorway, disrupting everyone from their thoughts. "None of my potions worked. We will have to ask Severus for assistance. If he doesn't improve in a week's time." Sirius and Remus cringed at the idea, but it was for Harry's sake. Dumbledore announced he was going to visit Harry and left. When he got to Harry's room he saw him falling asleep. He made his way over to the chair by the bed and sat down. "Harry? Here, listen for a moment before you sleep. You may not remember this tomorrow, but I would like you to know, that we are doing everything in our power to help you. Sleep well." And then Dumbledore left. He only said goodbye to Sirius and Remus before retreating to the fireplace.
Sirius then started talking to Remus. "I don't trust that thing, Snape for anything. Dumbledore can have faith in him all he wants. He might try to poison Harry with one of those potions. You know as well as I know that that grease ball hates him as much as he hates me." "Yes Sirius, I know that. But you must know that Dumbledore doesn't just give his trust to anyone." "Yeah, sure." Sirius said disbelievingly. He picked up the Daily Prophet and started reading while Remus went to his mail and wrote out letters. The second Sirius picked up the paper, though; he saw on the first page a picture of a destroyed house. He read on:
Attack On Muggle Born Ministry Worker Special Report by Kristi Weathers.
Earlier this morning (two a.m. to three a.m.) the house of Kurt Williams was found in ruins. The body's of Mr. Williams and his wife Macy were found in the rubble. It looks like they were tortured for a short while before having the Killing Curse cast on him. It would seem very familiar to the work He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but we have been informed by The Minister of Magic himself that that is impossible.
"There is no way he could be back. Why, may I ask, would he come back after fourteen years? Who ever started that rumor is crazy. A delirious. This is preposterous."
It did seem, though that Minister Fudge was uncomfortable with this subject though.
Kurt Williams was born in a small town named West Chester. (A/N yeah, I don't live in England so I don't know the cities.) He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was a Hufflepuff. He lived there until he was eighteen when he moved to Diagon Alley. From there he met and eventually married Macy. They then moved into a small house in the countryside. Macy stayed home all day while Kurt went to work as a reporter for the Department of Games and Sports. They were both muggle born and will be missed very much.
Sirius put down the article with a sigh. He still couldn't believe that Fudge didn't trust Harry. Harry had been there, and he still didn't believe him. Sirius couldn't stand Fudge. (a/n and neither can I .) He was so ignorant. Just wouldn't see what was right in front of his eyes. Him and Remus then cleaned up the house, took care of some errands and went to bed. The next few days passed like that. Harry waking up, oblivious. Madame Pomfey checking on him, giving him all sorts of potions. Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore worried sick. Sirius was especially upset one night, because it was July thirtieth. Harry's Birthday was the next day, but Harry wouldn't remember it. Sirius fell asleep that night, thinking that hope was quickly becoming lost. Even none of Snape's potions worked.
Sirius woke up early in the morning, twelve am to be exact. And by his standards, this was impossible. He was about to just go to sleep again, but he was restless. He felt like there was something he needed to do, so he got up and walked quietly to Harry's room. When he opened the door he was engulfed in a bright, blinding white light. It only lasted for a minute and the second it was gone, Sirius ran to Harry. He threw Harry's injuries to the wind and shook him awake. "Harry!? Wake up!" Harry groggily opened his eyes and looked at Sirius. "Sirius, let me sleep, I'm really tired." And he rolled over and fell asleep again. Sirius was in shock. Not only about the bright light, but at the fact that Harry seemed to have enough sense and memory to see Sirius in the dark, without his glasses and still make him out and remember him. Sirius went back to his room and write a letter explaining everything to Dumbledore. Little did Sirius know, that Dumbledore was expecting something like this to happen sometime today.
Post Note: Should I have some, er, fun, with Fudge, suggestions, opinions. Pairings? I still need pairings for, um, everyone. Also, if you want to be incorporated into the story, just tell me. I could make you a first year or whatever. I want to know if I should make 'the gang' animagi. And if so, what should they be? Thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!