This chapter is mainly just Sirius and Remus talking and then Sirius and a
doctor talking, not much else happens.
Sirius was pacing up and down the hospital corridor outside the room Harry had been taken in when he had arrived in the ambulance. Sirius had gone with Harry and Remus had apparated there five minutes later. Sirius ran his hand through his hair in a nervous, agitated fashion.
"Sirius will you please sit down," Remus hissed, "you're achieving nothing but wearing a hole in the floor and causing people to look at you, which considering who you are isn't a good thing."
The look Remus got in return was one of pure ice but Sirius did sit down.
"He will be alright Moony, won't he?" Sirius asked after about fifteen minutes of silence between the pair. His voice sounded strained. Remus surveyed his friends' face with a worried expression.
"Probably Sirius," Remus replied, in a tone that sounded like he was trying to reassure himself as much as he was Sirius, "He's been in worse situations."
"Like what?"
"Well he.erm. he. he fell fifty foot off his broomstick third year and survived!"
"Dumbledore saved him."
"And he, um was bitten by a basilisk, or so Dumbledore say's, he survived that."
Sirius looked up alarmed "When did that happen? Dumbledore never mentioned it to me."
"Second year, down in the chamber of secrets. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix healed the wound."
"I thought the Chamber of Secrets was a myth." Sirius said looking slightly less alarmed than he had thirty seconds earlier.
"It's not, get Harry to tell you about it when he's better."
"Anyway do you see any phoenixes or Dumbledore around here to save Harry, answer, not unless their hiding under your seat." Sirius paused and ran his hand through his hair again, something Remus had noticed, in their long friendship, was something he always did when he was nervous or worried. "Moony, what if he's not alright, what if he, what it he dies. It'll all be my fault." Sirius had a defeated expression on his face, one that Remus had never seen or expected to see on Sirius's face.
"How will it all be your fault Padfoot?" He said gently, "You weren't standing there with a razor."
"If I hadn't swapped with Peter, if I hadn't gone after him, if I hadn't let him escape."
"It isn't your fault, Padfoot, how were you meant to know?"
"He's my godson, Remus, I let him, Lily and James down. It's my fault their dead." He shouted getting up, his temper getting the best of him. The people further down the corridor looked up at him, wondering what was causing the commotion. Remus grabbed his shirtsleeve and pulled him back down into his seat.
"Sirius, will you shut up." He hissed in his friends' ear. Sirius put his head in his hands.
"It's all my fault," He murmured, "I let them down." Remus put his hand on Sirius's shoulder.
"Sirius, you haven't let him down at all. You're the one who found him. He'd be dead now if you hadn't." Sirius didn't answer.
"Who is with Mr Harry Potter?" Said a doctor, coming out the room where Harry had been taken several hours earlier. Sirius looked up sharply.
"I am."
"Can you please come with me then." Sirius looked terrified at what the doctor was going to tell him, but followed the Doctor down the corridor into his office.
"Is Harry okay?" Sirius asked as soon as the Doctor shut the door. The Doctor looked at him and, to Sirius's relief, smiled.
"Your son has lost a great deal of blood, but we've managed to stabilise his condition and, providing there are no further complications, he should be fine."
"Harry's not my son." Sirius said quickly, his face regaining it's natural colouring. "I'm his Godfather."
"Oh, may I ask where his parents are then, Mr, sorry what is your name?" The Doctor asked.
"Si." He stopped, giving out his real name probably wasn't that sensible, "Severus Snape." He said spurting out the first name that came to mind beginning with S; he instantly regretted his choice. Of all the names he could have chosen he had to choose Snape.
"Thank you Mr Snape, Harry's parents, can we contact them?"
"Er no, they're dead," Sirius said abruptly, "They died in a, erm, car crash when Harry was fifteen months old."
"Oh I'm sorry, so you're his legal guardian."
"Er yes," Sirius lied, well if he had his way he would be, "Yes I'm his guardian. So he's going to be okay?"
"He should be."
"Well can I see him?" Sirius asked
"He won't be allowed any visitors until the morning, theres still some tests we need to do, and some questions I need to ask you."
"Ah, fine okay." Sirius said, trying to sound fine about being asked questions but really dreading it.
"Have you got any idea why Harry would try to commit suicide, has he been depressed recently, any recent events which may have triggered this response?"
Sirius paused before answering, can't mention Cedric, Voldemort, Skeeter, magic or Hogwarts. What the hell am I meant tell them. "One of Harry's friends died in an accident at school last term. Harry was involved and keeps' thinking it was his entire fault." Sirius had always been gifted at lying but even he was surprised at how well he was doing now.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were they very close friends?"
"Close enough."
"Okay, thank you Mr Snape, now could you please fill in a tiny bit of paperwork regarding Harry and then you can go and have something to eat perhaps."
He reached in to one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a wad of paper, which looked as though it was the same thickness as Hogwarts, a History. Sirius grimaced, even more lying coming up.
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Sirius was pacing up and down the hospital corridor outside the room Harry had been taken in when he had arrived in the ambulance. Sirius had gone with Harry and Remus had apparated there five minutes later. Sirius ran his hand through his hair in a nervous, agitated fashion.
"Sirius will you please sit down," Remus hissed, "you're achieving nothing but wearing a hole in the floor and causing people to look at you, which considering who you are isn't a good thing."
The look Remus got in return was one of pure ice but Sirius did sit down.
"He will be alright Moony, won't he?" Sirius asked after about fifteen minutes of silence between the pair. His voice sounded strained. Remus surveyed his friends' face with a worried expression.
"Probably Sirius," Remus replied, in a tone that sounded like he was trying to reassure himself as much as he was Sirius, "He's been in worse situations."
"Like what?"
"Well he.erm. he. he fell fifty foot off his broomstick third year and survived!"
"Dumbledore saved him."
"And he, um was bitten by a basilisk, or so Dumbledore say's, he survived that."
Sirius looked up alarmed "When did that happen? Dumbledore never mentioned it to me."
"Second year, down in the chamber of secrets. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix healed the wound."
"I thought the Chamber of Secrets was a myth." Sirius said looking slightly less alarmed than he had thirty seconds earlier.
"It's not, get Harry to tell you about it when he's better."
"Anyway do you see any phoenixes or Dumbledore around here to save Harry, answer, not unless their hiding under your seat." Sirius paused and ran his hand through his hair again, something Remus had noticed, in their long friendship, was something he always did when he was nervous or worried. "Moony, what if he's not alright, what if he, what it he dies. It'll all be my fault." Sirius had a defeated expression on his face, one that Remus had never seen or expected to see on Sirius's face.
"How will it all be your fault Padfoot?" He said gently, "You weren't standing there with a razor."
"If I hadn't swapped with Peter, if I hadn't gone after him, if I hadn't let him escape."
"It isn't your fault, Padfoot, how were you meant to know?"
"He's my godson, Remus, I let him, Lily and James down. It's my fault their dead." He shouted getting up, his temper getting the best of him. The people further down the corridor looked up at him, wondering what was causing the commotion. Remus grabbed his shirtsleeve and pulled him back down into his seat.
"Sirius, will you shut up." He hissed in his friends' ear. Sirius put his head in his hands.
"It's all my fault," He murmured, "I let them down." Remus put his hand on Sirius's shoulder.
"Sirius, you haven't let him down at all. You're the one who found him. He'd be dead now if you hadn't." Sirius didn't answer.
"Who is with Mr Harry Potter?" Said a doctor, coming out the room where Harry had been taken several hours earlier. Sirius looked up sharply.
"I am."
"Can you please come with me then." Sirius looked terrified at what the doctor was going to tell him, but followed the Doctor down the corridor into his office.
"Is Harry okay?" Sirius asked as soon as the Doctor shut the door. The Doctor looked at him and, to Sirius's relief, smiled.
"Your son has lost a great deal of blood, but we've managed to stabilise his condition and, providing there are no further complications, he should be fine."
"Harry's not my son." Sirius said quickly, his face regaining it's natural colouring. "I'm his Godfather."
"Oh, may I ask where his parents are then, Mr, sorry what is your name?" The Doctor asked.
"Si." He stopped, giving out his real name probably wasn't that sensible, "Severus Snape." He said spurting out the first name that came to mind beginning with S; he instantly regretted his choice. Of all the names he could have chosen he had to choose Snape.
"Thank you Mr Snape, Harry's parents, can we contact them?"
"Er no, they're dead," Sirius said abruptly, "They died in a, erm, car crash when Harry was fifteen months old."
"Oh I'm sorry, so you're his legal guardian."
"Er yes," Sirius lied, well if he had his way he would be, "Yes I'm his guardian. So he's going to be okay?"
"He should be."
"Well can I see him?" Sirius asked
"He won't be allowed any visitors until the morning, theres still some tests we need to do, and some questions I need to ask you."
"Ah, fine okay." Sirius said, trying to sound fine about being asked questions but really dreading it.
"Have you got any idea why Harry would try to commit suicide, has he been depressed recently, any recent events which may have triggered this response?"
Sirius paused before answering, can't mention Cedric, Voldemort, Skeeter, magic or Hogwarts. What the hell am I meant tell them. "One of Harry's friends died in an accident at school last term. Harry was involved and keeps' thinking it was his entire fault." Sirius had always been gifted at lying but even he was surprised at how well he was doing now.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were they very close friends?"
"Close enough."
"Okay, thank you Mr Snape, now could you please fill in a tiny bit of paperwork regarding Harry and then you can go and have something to eat perhaps."
He reached in to one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a wad of paper, which looked as though it was the same thickness as Hogwarts, a History. Sirius grimaced, even more lying coming up.
Thanks for reading, adios for now. By the way please review, it makes me very happy.