A/N: I'm going to try this chapter a little bit differently. I really
don't know how to transfer this story to fanfic.net without it losing its
format, but I'm going to try. I ask that anybody who knows how to do this
tells me, 'cause I know it's hard to read the way I had chapter one, as
some of you told me in your reviews (
The knocking grew louder, until Harry heard Uncle Vernon yell that he was coming. He heard the door squeak open, a loud gasp, and then the door slammed shut. This was followed by louder knocking, and whispers shared between Vernon and Petunia. Harry could just barely make out what the two were saying.
"It's that murdering godfather of the murderer!"
"Why do you think he's hear Vernon?!"
"That little nuisance probably told him how much we detest the boy. He's here to seek his revenge."
Harry then heard a window shatter, and his godfather's angry voice echoing throughout the house.
"Where's Harry?" Sirius bellowed so loudly the windows in Harry's room rattled.
"Man," thought Harry, "I hope I never make Sirius that mad!"
Harry went back to listening in time to here Vernon shouting back at Sirius, "How dare you come to MY home, break a window, and expect me to tell you anything!" Harry could tell Vernon was trying to sound brave, but he was failing miserably. Even from his bedroom, he could here the quiver in his uncles voice.
"If you hadn't slammed the bloody door in my face I wouldn't have had to break the window, now would I?" Sirius shouted, obviously not the least bit intimidated by the obese man. "Now, I ask you one more time! Where is Harry?"
"The miserable little murderer is upstairs in his bedroom," Vernon replied giving in to his fear. Yet, Harry was surprised that Vernon actually had the audacity to use the nickname in front of Sirius.
Sirius, however, seemed to take no note of the nickname, as he ran upstairs the very moment Harry's location had been disclosed. Harry heard Sirius's footsteps getting louder and louder, he could barely take the anticipation of seeing someone who actually gave a damn about him. The tears that had been Harry's release of pain, had become tears of joy. He was actually sobbing with happiness, knowing that for at least a few minutes he'd be around someone who cared.
Harry heard a closet door in the hall open, and he heard Sirius curse, before finally trying the right door. He heard Sirius gasp as he saw Harry lying there on the floor. Sirius stood shocked for a moment at the door.
"Wow," thought Harry, "I must look worse than I thought."
"Harry! What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?" Sirius said, rushing to his godson's side.
"Hi Sirius," Harry whispered weakly, "I don't think I'm alright. I've been stuck here on the floor since last night. I can only move my arms and my neck. Thank merlin you wrote!" Harry started sobbing again.
Sirius didn't know what to do. When Harry had sent back a letter with the word help carved into it, he really didn't know what to expect. But Harry hurt like this hadn't even seemed to be a possibility.
Sirius had never been the most affectionate guy in the world, and his time spent in Azkaban certainly hadn't helped him with that. However, all Sirius could even think to do at that moment was wrap Harry in his arms. And that's exactly what he did, or at least tried to do.
He tried to pull Harry into a sitting position, so he could hug him, but Harry cried out in pain the moment his shoulders were an inch from the ground.
"Sorry Harry," Sirius whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Sirius really had no idea what to do. "This is really bad Harry, what have they done to you?"
"It's kind of a long story," Harry replied hoarsely through his sobs.
"Well, Harry, we need to get you out of here, and I don't want to risk moving you. Where's your wand?"
"Locked up in the cupboard under the stairs," Harry replied.
"Do you know where the key is?"
"No, they don't want me doing anything dealing with magic, so they don't let me near any of my stuff," Harry was sobbing so hard, Sirius could barely make out what he was saying, but he heard enough.
He was about to get up to go threaten the Dursley's some more, when Harry grabbed his wrist firmly.
"Please, don't leave me," he croaked.
"I'm never going to leave you Harry, you have my word on that. I just have to fetch your wand, so I can safely get you out of this hellhole," he replied fiercely, that temper Harry had caught earlier back in his voice. Harry released Sirius's wrist, and watched him exit the room through his watery eyes.
He heard footsteps through out the house, but heard no voices. "Oh no, the Dursley's must have left! How's Sirius going to get me out of here. He's going to have to leave!" Harry thought frantically.
Sure enough, Sirius returned after searching the house for the Dursley's, with news that the horrid family had fled.
"You-you're not going to leave me are you Sirius?" Harry pleaded in a quivering voice.
"Didn't I just tell you I'd never leave you?" Sirius said kindly, kneeling beside Harry, and ruffling his hair.
Harry flinched at this, as did Sirius. As he pulled back his hand, he found that it had just gotten covered with blood from Harry's head. Sirius looked down at Harry in shock, and watched Harry's lips tremble.
"Last night, Vernon was in a bad mood. He kicked me around a bit, I guess he kicked me harder in the head then I had thought," Harry stated, as if it was normal to be kicked in the head.
"Hold on Harry, I want you to tell me everything that's happened, but first let me send an owl to Moony, okay. He'll be able to help us both. I'm just glad your good for nothing uncle let you keep your owl in here."
Sirius walked over to Harry's desk, stood up the chair Harry had knocked over, and wrote a hurried message to Remus. It said:
Moony,
I just arrived at Harry's, and he's in really bad shape. I need you to apparate here immediately. Be prepared to do some serious healing charms. Harry can't even move. Please hurry!
Sirius
He tied the letter to Hedwig, and before sending it out the window said, "Hurry Hedwig. Fly to Remus as fast as you can! This is probably the most important letter you'll ever have to deliver." With that, Hedwig sped out the window as fast as her wings could carry her. She seemed to really understand the importance of the letter.
Sirius watched her for a few more seconds, and turned his attention back to his godson. It appeared that Harry had fallen asleep. This really worried Sirius, Harry could have a concussion, and sleeping and concussions don't mix. Something every marauder had to learn the hard way during their days at Hogwarts.
Sirius decided he had to wake Harry up, and keep him awake. The best way he could think to do this was to make a lot of noise. He didn't want to risk shaking him, it appeared he was already in enough pain.
"Harry..Harry..C'mon buddy, wake up! Harry, please wake up. HARRY!" Sirius said, progressively getting louder. "HARRY WAKE UP!" This finally woke Harry, but not the way Sirius had planned. By yelling, like he had, he managed to scare the living daylights out of the poor boy. Harry woke with a scream, and his arms flailing all around. One hand punched Sirius rather hard in the stomach.
"OH! Sirius, it's you! You scared me so badly!" Harry breathed in relief.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I didn't mean to scare you but you really had me worried. I need you to stay awake until Moony gets here okay?" Harry nodded weakly, and lifted his head to get a better look at Sirius.
"I missed you Sirius. Thanks for coming."
"No need to thank me Harry. I should have checked in on you much sooner. Why didn't you tell me any of this was going on?"
"I didn't want you to get caught. They're still looking for you, and I don't want to be the reason you're sent back to Azkaban," Harry whispered.
"Harry, you're the main reason I'm out. What would I have to live for if I didn't have you to look out for? I want you to promise me that from this moment on, you tell me everything important that's going on in your life. Will you promise me that?"
"Yeah, I promise," Harry replied meekly, trying to keep his head up.
"You must be so uncomfortable, do you want something to lean your head against?" Harry nodded. Sirius got up and looked around the room. There wasn't a single pillow in the entire bedroom. "They didn't even give you pillow's Harry?" Sirius asked in disbelief. Harry simply shook his head. "I can't believe this Harry," he whispered, sitting cross-legged by Harry's head, and resting it gently against his legs.
"While we wait for Remus, why don't you tell me what's been going on, Harry," Sirius said after a few minutes of silence, afraid that Harry would fall back asleep.
"Okay," Harry replied, letting out a shaky breath, knowing he'd probably start crying again at any second. Yet he relayed his story anyway. He told how each day, the summer got worse and worse. And how he constantly had feelings of overwhelming guilt and fear. He told Sirius everything he could think of, and then just laid in silence with his head resting on his godfathers legs.
Harry had almost fallen asleep again, when a noise from downstairs reached his ears.
"Sirius! Harry! Where are you?" came the familiar voice of Remus Lupin. Harry and Sirius simultaneously released held breaths.
"Up here Moony! Hurry!" Sirius called as quietly as he could, which was rather difficult. Remus heard him though, and quickly ran up the stairs, and just as Sirius had done, froze at the doorway.
"Good God! Harry what happened to you! Sirius, how long has he been like this?" Remus said exasperatedly.
"I don't know for sure how long he's been like this, but he can't move at all. I would have done something, but you know I don't have a wand, and Harry's is locked away. Please do something Moony," Sirius pleaded to his best friend.
"I'll try Padfoot, but there's not that much I can do." Moony said wearily. I think what we'll have to do is conjure a stretcher, and then apparate him to my house. We can send for Madam Pomfrey from there. First, though, I think we should get his stuff. Where is it?"
"Locked away in the cupboard under the stairs."
"Okay, you stay here, I'll go get it all, and then you can use his wand. It'll make it much easier if we can both do magic." With that, he left the room.
"Did you hear that Harry? We're going to get you out of here." Sirius beamed at his godson, who returned it with only a weak grin. Sirius, however, knew that the grin meant much more than it showed.
In no time, Remus was back upstairs. He threw Harry's wand to Sirius, who grabbed it gracefully before gently removing Harry's head from his legs and placing it back on the floor. He stood up as Remus began to levitate Harry a small amount off the ground. Harry began to whimper in fear, but there was no other way they could think to move him, so they carried on with that method. While Harry was in the air, Sirius conjured a stretcher beneath his floating body, and Remus slowly lowered Harry's body onto it. Sirius grabbed hold of the stretcher, and immediately apparated to Remus's house, where he was soon followed by Remus himself, who had grabbed Harry's possessions.
"Lets put him in my room," Sirius said to Remus, who nodded his head, not caring where they put Harry as long as he was safe.
They steered the stretcher into Sirius's bedroom, and then, again levitated him, so they could place him securely in Sirius's bed.
"I'm going to go find some old pajamas for him Padfoot, I'll be right back."
"Okay Moony," Sirius replied, not taking his eyes off his godson.
"You're going to be alright Harry, trust me," Sirius whispered, stroking Harry's clammy cheek. Harry just stared at Sirius with sad eyes. Sirius heard Remus's footsteps die away, and turned to look out the doorway. When he turned back to Harry, he gasped in shock. Harry's eyes were no shut, and he had gone completely limp in the bed. Sirius hurriedly felt for a pulse, but couldn't find one.
"Moony!" he screamed, "MOONY!"
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The knocking grew louder, until Harry heard Uncle Vernon yell that he was coming. He heard the door squeak open, a loud gasp, and then the door slammed shut. This was followed by louder knocking, and whispers shared between Vernon and Petunia. Harry could just barely make out what the two were saying.
"It's that murdering godfather of the murderer!"
"Why do you think he's hear Vernon?!"
"That little nuisance probably told him how much we detest the boy. He's here to seek his revenge."
Harry then heard a window shatter, and his godfather's angry voice echoing throughout the house.
"Where's Harry?" Sirius bellowed so loudly the windows in Harry's room rattled.
"Man," thought Harry, "I hope I never make Sirius that mad!"
Harry went back to listening in time to here Vernon shouting back at Sirius, "How dare you come to MY home, break a window, and expect me to tell you anything!" Harry could tell Vernon was trying to sound brave, but he was failing miserably. Even from his bedroom, he could here the quiver in his uncles voice.
"If you hadn't slammed the bloody door in my face I wouldn't have had to break the window, now would I?" Sirius shouted, obviously not the least bit intimidated by the obese man. "Now, I ask you one more time! Where is Harry?"
"The miserable little murderer is upstairs in his bedroom," Vernon replied giving in to his fear. Yet, Harry was surprised that Vernon actually had the audacity to use the nickname in front of Sirius.
Sirius, however, seemed to take no note of the nickname, as he ran upstairs the very moment Harry's location had been disclosed. Harry heard Sirius's footsteps getting louder and louder, he could barely take the anticipation of seeing someone who actually gave a damn about him. The tears that had been Harry's release of pain, had become tears of joy. He was actually sobbing with happiness, knowing that for at least a few minutes he'd be around someone who cared.
Harry heard a closet door in the hall open, and he heard Sirius curse, before finally trying the right door. He heard Sirius gasp as he saw Harry lying there on the floor. Sirius stood shocked for a moment at the door.
"Wow," thought Harry, "I must look worse than I thought."
"Harry! What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?" Sirius said, rushing to his godson's side.
"Hi Sirius," Harry whispered weakly, "I don't think I'm alright. I've been stuck here on the floor since last night. I can only move my arms and my neck. Thank merlin you wrote!" Harry started sobbing again.
Sirius didn't know what to do. When Harry had sent back a letter with the word help carved into it, he really didn't know what to expect. But Harry hurt like this hadn't even seemed to be a possibility.
Sirius had never been the most affectionate guy in the world, and his time spent in Azkaban certainly hadn't helped him with that. However, all Sirius could even think to do at that moment was wrap Harry in his arms. And that's exactly what he did, or at least tried to do.
He tried to pull Harry into a sitting position, so he could hug him, but Harry cried out in pain the moment his shoulders were an inch from the ground.
"Sorry Harry," Sirius whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Sirius really had no idea what to do. "This is really bad Harry, what have they done to you?"
"It's kind of a long story," Harry replied hoarsely through his sobs.
"Well, Harry, we need to get you out of here, and I don't want to risk moving you. Where's your wand?"
"Locked up in the cupboard under the stairs," Harry replied.
"Do you know where the key is?"
"No, they don't want me doing anything dealing with magic, so they don't let me near any of my stuff," Harry was sobbing so hard, Sirius could barely make out what he was saying, but he heard enough.
He was about to get up to go threaten the Dursley's some more, when Harry grabbed his wrist firmly.
"Please, don't leave me," he croaked.
"I'm never going to leave you Harry, you have my word on that. I just have to fetch your wand, so I can safely get you out of this hellhole," he replied fiercely, that temper Harry had caught earlier back in his voice. Harry released Sirius's wrist, and watched him exit the room through his watery eyes.
He heard footsteps through out the house, but heard no voices. "Oh no, the Dursley's must have left! How's Sirius going to get me out of here. He's going to have to leave!" Harry thought frantically.
Sure enough, Sirius returned after searching the house for the Dursley's, with news that the horrid family had fled.
"You-you're not going to leave me are you Sirius?" Harry pleaded in a quivering voice.
"Didn't I just tell you I'd never leave you?" Sirius said kindly, kneeling beside Harry, and ruffling his hair.
Harry flinched at this, as did Sirius. As he pulled back his hand, he found that it had just gotten covered with blood from Harry's head. Sirius looked down at Harry in shock, and watched Harry's lips tremble.
"Last night, Vernon was in a bad mood. He kicked me around a bit, I guess he kicked me harder in the head then I had thought," Harry stated, as if it was normal to be kicked in the head.
"Hold on Harry, I want you to tell me everything that's happened, but first let me send an owl to Moony, okay. He'll be able to help us both. I'm just glad your good for nothing uncle let you keep your owl in here."
Sirius walked over to Harry's desk, stood up the chair Harry had knocked over, and wrote a hurried message to Remus. It said:
Moony,
I just arrived at Harry's, and he's in really bad shape. I need you to apparate here immediately. Be prepared to do some serious healing charms. Harry can't even move. Please hurry!
Sirius
He tied the letter to Hedwig, and before sending it out the window said, "Hurry Hedwig. Fly to Remus as fast as you can! This is probably the most important letter you'll ever have to deliver." With that, Hedwig sped out the window as fast as her wings could carry her. She seemed to really understand the importance of the letter.
Sirius watched her for a few more seconds, and turned his attention back to his godson. It appeared that Harry had fallen asleep. This really worried Sirius, Harry could have a concussion, and sleeping and concussions don't mix. Something every marauder had to learn the hard way during their days at Hogwarts.
Sirius decided he had to wake Harry up, and keep him awake. The best way he could think to do this was to make a lot of noise. He didn't want to risk shaking him, it appeared he was already in enough pain.
"Harry..Harry..C'mon buddy, wake up! Harry, please wake up. HARRY!" Sirius said, progressively getting louder. "HARRY WAKE UP!" This finally woke Harry, but not the way Sirius had planned. By yelling, like he had, he managed to scare the living daylights out of the poor boy. Harry woke with a scream, and his arms flailing all around. One hand punched Sirius rather hard in the stomach.
"OH! Sirius, it's you! You scared me so badly!" Harry breathed in relief.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I didn't mean to scare you but you really had me worried. I need you to stay awake until Moony gets here okay?" Harry nodded weakly, and lifted his head to get a better look at Sirius.
"I missed you Sirius. Thanks for coming."
"No need to thank me Harry. I should have checked in on you much sooner. Why didn't you tell me any of this was going on?"
"I didn't want you to get caught. They're still looking for you, and I don't want to be the reason you're sent back to Azkaban," Harry whispered.
"Harry, you're the main reason I'm out. What would I have to live for if I didn't have you to look out for? I want you to promise me that from this moment on, you tell me everything important that's going on in your life. Will you promise me that?"
"Yeah, I promise," Harry replied meekly, trying to keep his head up.
"You must be so uncomfortable, do you want something to lean your head against?" Harry nodded. Sirius got up and looked around the room. There wasn't a single pillow in the entire bedroom. "They didn't even give you pillow's Harry?" Sirius asked in disbelief. Harry simply shook his head. "I can't believe this Harry," he whispered, sitting cross-legged by Harry's head, and resting it gently against his legs.
"While we wait for Remus, why don't you tell me what's been going on, Harry," Sirius said after a few minutes of silence, afraid that Harry would fall back asleep.
"Okay," Harry replied, letting out a shaky breath, knowing he'd probably start crying again at any second. Yet he relayed his story anyway. He told how each day, the summer got worse and worse. And how he constantly had feelings of overwhelming guilt and fear. He told Sirius everything he could think of, and then just laid in silence with his head resting on his godfathers legs.
Harry had almost fallen asleep again, when a noise from downstairs reached his ears.
"Sirius! Harry! Where are you?" came the familiar voice of Remus Lupin. Harry and Sirius simultaneously released held breaths.
"Up here Moony! Hurry!" Sirius called as quietly as he could, which was rather difficult. Remus heard him though, and quickly ran up the stairs, and just as Sirius had done, froze at the doorway.
"Good God! Harry what happened to you! Sirius, how long has he been like this?" Remus said exasperatedly.
"I don't know for sure how long he's been like this, but he can't move at all. I would have done something, but you know I don't have a wand, and Harry's is locked away. Please do something Moony," Sirius pleaded to his best friend.
"I'll try Padfoot, but there's not that much I can do." Moony said wearily. I think what we'll have to do is conjure a stretcher, and then apparate him to my house. We can send for Madam Pomfrey from there. First, though, I think we should get his stuff. Where is it?"
"Locked away in the cupboard under the stairs."
"Okay, you stay here, I'll go get it all, and then you can use his wand. It'll make it much easier if we can both do magic." With that, he left the room.
"Did you hear that Harry? We're going to get you out of here." Sirius beamed at his godson, who returned it with only a weak grin. Sirius, however, knew that the grin meant much more than it showed.
In no time, Remus was back upstairs. He threw Harry's wand to Sirius, who grabbed it gracefully before gently removing Harry's head from his legs and placing it back on the floor. He stood up as Remus began to levitate Harry a small amount off the ground. Harry began to whimper in fear, but there was no other way they could think to move him, so they carried on with that method. While Harry was in the air, Sirius conjured a stretcher beneath his floating body, and Remus slowly lowered Harry's body onto it. Sirius grabbed hold of the stretcher, and immediately apparated to Remus's house, where he was soon followed by Remus himself, who had grabbed Harry's possessions.
"Lets put him in my room," Sirius said to Remus, who nodded his head, not caring where they put Harry as long as he was safe.
They steered the stretcher into Sirius's bedroom, and then, again levitated him, so they could place him securely in Sirius's bed.
"I'm going to go find some old pajamas for him Padfoot, I'll be right back."
"Okay Moony," Sirius replied, not taking his eyes off his godson.
"You're going to be alright Harry, trust me," Sirius whispered, stroking Harry's clammy cheek. Harry just stared at Sirius with sad eyes. Sirius heard Remus's footsteps die away, and turned to look out the doorway. When he turned back to Harry, he gasped in shock. Harry's eyes were no shut, and he had gone completely limp in the bed. Sirius hurriedly felt for a pulse, but couldn't find one.
"Moony!" he screamed, "MOONY!"
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