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"Oh my God! Harry's dead! I'm a failure!" Sirius thought in sheer panic. He heard Moony running through the house, but it seemed hours before he arrived.
"What happened Sirius?" Remus inquired huffily, trying to breath straight again.
"Harry's dead Moony, he's dead! He has no pulse, oh God!" Sirius screamed, tears streaming down his face.
Remus immediately pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it towards Harry's heart. "Recardiate!" he muttered, and watched in fear as Harry's body began to glow with red light.
"What did you do Moony?" Sirius said shakily, starring at the scene with a shocked expression.
"It's a spell Madam Pomfrey taught me a long time ago. It's supposed to get a person's heart beating again after cardiac arrest. I don't know if all that light's supposed to happen," Remus whispered in a frightened voice. The two men looked on as the red light began to flash. It was like there was a fire truck with a siren on in the room, but the room was deadly silent. Suddenly, the light just stopped, and the men ran towards Harry's limp body. Sirius reached for Harry's wrist and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He could feel Harry's pulse, very faint, but it was there.
"You saved him Moony! Thank you so much.Thank you!" Sirius cried, before wrapping his friend in a bone crushing hug.
"Sirius, if you don't hurry up and let go of me, I think you may have to try that spell on me!" Remus choked out, severely short of air. Sirius reluctantly let go of his friend, and the two men stared at each other with tears in their eyes, realizing how close they had come to losing the last bit of James and Lily left in the world.
"Moony, will you go get Madam Pomfrey? I'll try to wake him up," Sirius replied, trying to regain a bit of manliness to the situation.
"Sure Padfoot, I'll be right back," Remus said, wiping his eyes dry, and rushing out of the room.
Sirius sat on the edge of his bed, and brushed his hand over Harry's head, then rested it on the boys scrawny shoulder. "Harry," Sirius called softly. "Harry, time to wake up. Get up Harry!" Sirius was again progressively raising his voice. He didn't need to go much louder though, once he was at a normal volume, Harry's eyelids began to flutter. One green eye popped open, and looked left and then right. Harry shut his eye for a moment, and then opened both. It took him a while to register where he was, and who he was in front of. He gazed around the room for a few moments, and then directed his eyes at Sirius's.
"Sirius?" Harry asked scratchily. "Where am I? Why am I here?"
"You're at Moony's, Harry. Don't you remember what happened today?"
"Well, I remember Vernon beating me last night, and I remember not being able to get up. Then you sent me a letter, but that's all I remember. How'd I end up here?"
"Well, when you sent back 'Help!' as your only reply, I came here as soon as I could." Sirius went on to explain everything that had happened that day. Harry was shocked to here that he had almost died, that he'd actually been dead for a few seconds. "Thank God for Professor Lupin," Harry thought.
"Thank you Sirius. Thank you SO much for getting me out of there. I probably would be dead right now if you hadn't come for me, Sirius," Harry explained to his godfather, tears clouding his emerald eyes.
"No need to thank me Harry," Sirius replied, his own eyes refilling with tears. "If you had died, I don't think I could ever forgive myself." As they couldn't hug, Sirius clamped a supportive hand on one of Harry's shoulder's and rubbed it encouragingly.
A moment later, there was a clatter in the living room, and a shrieking voice yelled, "Where is he?!" This was followed by two footsteps banging down the hallway.
Harry waited apprehensively, completely unsure as to who the shrieking voice could belong to. He soon found out, as the third person of the day, stopped dead in the doorway, shocked at his appearance: Madam Pomfrey had arrived.
"You poor boy! What have those horrid muggles done to you?" Madam Pomfrey whispered, still with a shriek in her voice.
"Later Poppy," Remus said firmly. "Can you fix him up a bit first?"
"Of course Remus," she replied. She quickly transformed from that shocked, confused women, to the professional, strict nurse she usually was. "Stand aside, please Mr. Black."
Sirius moved off the bed, and stood near Remus at the door while Pomfrey leaned over Harry, asking him questions and examining his injured body.
"Do you think he's going to be okay, Moony?" Sirius whispered fearfully in his friends ear.
"I think he'll survive, Sirius, but I really don't know if he'll ever be okay again," Remus whispered back tentatively.
This was clearly not what Sirius had wanted to hear, as his head immediately dropped, so he was looking directly at his feet.
"I'm sorry Padfoot," Remus whispered to his friend, before wrapping him in a comforting hug.
"Me too, Moony. Me too," was his only response. Remus could feel Sirius shaking in fear, and didn't know what to do for his friend. Thus, he just kept hugging him, and gently patting his back. Sirius just stood there. His head leaning against the wall, his arms at his side.
"Its all my fault," Remus heard Sirius mutter. Remus stepped back and held Sirius by the shoulders.
"It's not your fault Padfoot. It's not your fault at all. Understand?" he asked, looking into his friends miserable eyes. "The only person to blame here is that Dursley asshole. He's the one who hurt Harry, not you!"
"Yeah, but I should have known. I'm Harry's godfather, I should have been there for him all along and I wasn't. Do you want to know how else it's my fault? If I hadn't been so stupid as to trust Wormtail, Harry would still live with his parents! And then.then I was stupid enough to go after Wormtail myself. You know, if I hadn't done that, Harry wouldn't have stayed with the Dursley's. I would have been the one to raise him, and he would never know the hate he has felt his WHOLE life at the Dursley's. So don't tell me it's not my fault Moony, it is!"
"No! None of that's your fault, we ALL trusted Peter. It wasn't just you! And no one could have known that this was happening to Harry. Not you, not me, not even Dumbledore! Do you understand me?" he whispered as forcefully as possible without letting Harry notice. He even shook Sirius for emphasis.
Sirius just shook his head, looking as if his entire world had been shattered. "Believe what you want Moony, but I don't believe you. This is ALL my fault, and nothing you can say will make me feel any different," Sirius stated sadly in a monotonous voice. "I'm sorry Moony," Sirius said, breaking down in tears again.
"It's all right, Padfoot. Be strong for Harry okay?" Remus whispered, noticing Harry glancing their way.
"I'll try Rem," Sirius whispered, drying his eyes. "How's he doing Madam Pomfrey?"
"Never in my life have I seen a boy as injured as this. It's a wonder he survived up until this point. I have, however, fixed him up as much as I can. He's still very weak though, so I advise you not to let him move. He shouldn't feel any pain."
"You don't want him to move.but, can he?" Sirius inquired.
"I'm not sure Mr. Black. Only time will tell," the nurse replied gravely. "I'll be back to check on him in a few days. Please be sure he gets plenty of rest, food, and liquids. That's the only way I can see his condition improving. Keep a close eye on him, if he changes at all, notify me immediately. Goodbye to you both, I'll show myself out."
With that, Madam Pomfrey left the room. Sirius and Remus glanced at each other quickly, then sped to Harry's bedside.
"Are you okay, Harry?" they asked simultaneously.
"Yah, I think. At least, I don't hurt anymore. I'm really tired, though."
"Okay, we'll let you sleep Harry," Remus said, grabbing Sirius's arm and trying to pull him from the room.
"No, Moony, I'm not leaving Harry's side. Can you conjure up a cot for me?"
Remus looked sadly at his friend, nodded, and did what was requested.
Remus waved his wand and a cot appeared next to Harry's bed. Piled on top were pillows and blankets. "Keep an eye on him Sirius, but don't out do yourself. I'll make some dinner okay?" Sirius nodded and sat down on the cot, as Remus fled the room.
Sirius dragged the cot closer to Harry's bed, and sat back down. "Don't worry Harry," he soothed, stroking Harry's unruly hair. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Never, will someone be able to hurt my godson." Sirius stated matter-of-factly. Harry just nodded, and let his eyes close. He was deeply asleep in a matter of seconds. Sirius kept stroking Harry's head, repeating over and over in his head, "Never again Harry, I'm so sorry. Nobody will hurt you."
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"Oh my God! Harry's dead! I'm a failure!" Sirius thought in sheer panic. He heard Moony running through the house, but it seemed hours before he arrived.
"What happened Sirius?" Remus inquired huffily, trying to breath straight again.
"Harry's dead Moony, he's dead! He has no pulse, oh God!" Sirius screamed, tears streaming down his face.
Remus immediately pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it towards Harry's heart. "Recardiate!" he muttered, and watched in fear as Harry's body began to glow with red light.
"What did you do Moony?" Sirius said shakily, starring at the scene with a shocked expression.
"It's a spell Madam Pomfrey taught me a long time ago. It's supposed to get a person's heart beating again after cardiac arrest. I don't know if all that light's supposed to happen," Remus whispered in a frightened voice. The two men looked on as the red light began to flash. It was like there was a fire truck with a siren on in the room, but the room was deadly silent. Suddenly, the light just stopped, and the men ran towards Harry's limp body. Sirius reached for Harry's wrist and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He could feel Harry's pulse, very faint, but it was there.
"You saved him Moony! Thank you so much.Thank you!" Sirius cried, before wrapping his friend in a bone crushing hug.
"Sirius, if you don't hurry up and let go of me, I think you may have to try that spell on me!" Remus choked out, severely short of air. Sirius reluctantly let go of his friend, and the two men stared at each other with tears in their eyes, realizing how close they had come to losing the last bit of James and Lily left in the world.
"Moony, will you go get Madam Pomfrey? I'll try to wake him up," Sirius replied, trying to regain a bit of manliness to the situation.
"Sure Padfoot, I'll be right back," Remus said, wiping his eyes dry, and rushing out of the room.
Sirius sat on the edge of his bed, and brushed his hand over Harry's head, then rested it on the boys scrawny shoulder. "Harry," Sirius called softly. "Harry, time to wake up. Get up Harry!" Sirius was again progressively raising his voice. He didn't need to go much louder though, once he was at a normal volume, Harry's eyelids began to flutter. One green eye popped open, and looked left and then right. Harry shut his eye for a moment, and then opened both. It took him a while to register where he was, and who he was in front of. He gazed around the room for a few moments, and then directed his eyes at Sirius's.
"Sirius?" Harry asked scratchily. "Where am I? Why am I here?"
"You're at Moony's, Harry. Don't you remember what happened today?"
"Well, I remember Vernon beating me last night, and I remember not being able to get up. Then you sent me a letter, but that's all I remember. How'd I end up here?"
"Well, when you sent back 'Help!' as your only reply, I came here as soon as I could." Sirius went on to explain everything that had happened that day. Harry was shocked to here that he had almost died, that he'd actually been dead for a few seconds. "Thank God for Professor Lupin," Harry thought.
"Thank you Sirius. Thank you SO much for getting me out of there. I probably would be dead right now if you hadn't come for me, Sirius," Harry explained to his godfather, tears clouding his emerald eyes.
"No need to thank me Harry," Sirius replied, his own eyes refilling with tears. "If you had died, I don't think I could ever forgive myself." As they couldn't hug, Sirius clamped a supportive hand on one of Harry's shoulder's and rubbed it encouragingly.
A moment later, there was a clatter in the living room, and a shrieking voice yelled, "Where is he?!" This was followed by two footsteps banging down the hallway.
Harry waited apprehensively, completely unsure as to who the shrieking voice could belong to. He soon found out, as the third person of the day, stopped dead in the doorway, shocked at his appearance: Madam Pomfrey had arrived.
"You poor boy! What have those horrid muggles done to you?" Madam Pomfrey whispered, still with a shriek in her voice.
"Later Poppy," Remus said firmly. "Can you fix him up a bit first?"
"Of course Remus," she replied. She quickly transformed from that shocked, confused women, to the professional, strict nurse she usually was. "Stand aside, please Mr. Black."
Sirius moved off the bed, and stood near Remus at the door while Pomfrey leaned over Harry, asking him questions and examining his injured body.
"Do you think he's going to be okay, Moony?" Sirius whispered fearfully in his friends ear.
"I think he'll survive, Sirius, but I really don't know if he'll ever be okay again," Remus whispered back tentatively.
This was clearly not what Sirius had wanted to hear, as his head immediately dropped, so he was looking directly at his feet.
"I'm sorry Padfoot," Remus whispered to his friend, before wrapping him in a comforting hug.
"Me too, Moony. Me too," was his only response. Remus could feel Sirius shaking in fear, and didn't know what to do for his friend. Thus, he just kept hugging him, and gently patting his back. Sirius just stood there. His head leaning against the wall, his arms at his side.
"Its all my fault," Remus heard Sirius mutter. Remus stepped back and held Sirius by the shoulders.
"It's not your fault Padfoot. It's not your fault at all. Understand?" he asked, looking into his friends miserable eyes. "The only person to blame here is that Dursley asshole. He's the one who hurt Harry, not you!"
"Yeah, but I should have known. I'm Harry's godfather, I should have been there for him all along and I wasn't. Do you want to know how else it's my fault? If I hadn't been so stupid as to trust Wormtail, Harry would still live with his parents! And then.then I was stupid enough to go after Wormtail myself. You know, if I hadn't done that, Harry wouldn't have stayed with the Dursley's. I would have been the one to raise him, and he would never know the hate he has felt his WHOLE life at the Dursley's. So don't tell me it's not my fault Moony, it is!"
"No! None of that's your fault, we ALL trusted Peter. It wasn't just you! And no one could have known that this was happening to Harry. Not you, not me, not even Dumbledore! Do you understand me?" he whispered as forcefully as possible without letting Harry notice. He even shook Sirius for emphasis.
Sirius just shook his head, looking as if his entire world had been shattered. "Believe what you want Moony, but I don't believe you. This is ALL my fault, and nothing you can say will make me feel any different," Sirius stated sadly in a monotonous voice. "I'm sorry Moony," Sirius said, breaking down in tears again.
"It's all right, Padfoot. Be strong for Harry okay?" Remus whispered, noticing Harry glancing their way.
"I'll try Rem," Sirius whispered, drying his eyes. "How's he doing Madam Pomfrey?"
"Never in my life have I seen a boy as injured as this. It's a wonder he survived up until this point. I have, however, fixed him up as much as I can. He's still very weak though, so I advise you not to let him move. He shouldn't feel any pain."
"You don't want him to move.but, can he?" Sirius inquired.
"I'm not sure Mr. Black. Only time will tell," the nurse replied gravely. "I'll be back to check on him in a few days. Please be sure he gets plenty of rest, food, and liquids. That's the only way I can see his condition improving. Keep a close eye on him, if he changes at all, notify me immediately. Goodbye to you both, I'll show myself out."
With that, Madam Pomfrey left the room. Sirius and Remus glanced at each other quickly, then sped to Harry's bedside.
"Are you okay, Harry?" they asked simultaneously.
"Yah, I think. At least, I don't hurt anymore. I'm really tired, though."
"Okay, we'll let you sleep Harry," Remus said, grabbing Sirius's arm and trying to pull him from the room.
"No, Moony, I'm not leaving Harry's side. Can you conjure up a cot for me?"
Remus looked sadly at his friend, nodded, and did what was requested.
Remus waved his wand and a cot appeared next to Harry's bed. Piled on top were pillows and blankets. "Keep an eye on him Sirius, but don't out do yourself. I'll make some dinner okay?" Sirius nodded and sat down on the cot, as Remus fled the room.
Sirius dragged the cot closer to Harry's bed, and sat back down. "Don't worry Harry," he soothed, stroking Harry's unruly hair. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Never, will someone be able to hurt my godson." Sirius stated matter-of-factly. Harry just nodded, and let his eyes close. He was deeply asleep in a matter of seconds. Sirius kept stroking Harry's head, repeating over and over in his head, "Never again Harry, I'm so sorry. Nobody will hurt you."
How's that??? Better.worse? I thought this chapter was going to be a lot more fun to write, I hope it was fun to read though. Please Review! I'd write some more tonight, but I have to work ( I promise not to let school get in the way of this story.but works just going to have too. I think I'll have more up by Sunday considering work is getting in the way of my social life as well!