Warning: Violence

First Kill
Chapter 4 Please
By WittchWay

Harry watched as Professor Dumbledore and Snape whispered to a doctor here at St. Mungo's. Sirius was attempting to distract Harry from the conversation. He was by Harry's side carefully folding clothes and setting them in the bedside drawer. Sirius was shaking out school robes asking Harry simplistic question like "where do you want them hung at" when the obvious answer was the small closet, Harry rolled his eyes and pointed to the small bedside closet.

It was Sirius's way of keeping things light. And while Harry was thankful his Godfather was here he personally just wanted hear what they were speaking about. Harry knew it had to be bad. Even Snape looked a little worried. Dumbledore looked like he was about to hex the St. Mungo Doctor six ways to hell and back. The twinkle was defiantly gone from his eyes.

Harry worried his bottom lip pulling it into his mouth, the fabric of the mask became soaked with his saliva. He twisted his hands in the graygreen army blanket that covered the bed. Sirius smiled at him at random moments, Harry fought the urge to growl at him. Such crazy thoughts seemed to becoming from his mind lately. He was sure it was from the frustration of the mask.

Then men finished talking, Dumbledore had paled at whatever news the doctor had given them.

"Albus I'll be back shortly. Do you want me to..." he pointed at Harry.

Harry tucked his legs under him. He did not want the restraints put back on. He hadn't had an attack since that day in Dumbledore's office and who was to say he would have another one. Harry instantly didn't like the doctor.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Leave him be". Sirius sat behind Harry on the bed pulling him to his chest a sort of choked sob escaped him. Harry thought Sirius was being a little over dramatic. Was it really as bad as he was making it out to be? Sirius was starting to scare him. These were professionals they had to have a solution. Something similar has had to happen or a couple of expirentments, a little research and pouf the mask was gone.... Right?

Snape who looked like he was over the whole situation bid his good-byes and followed the doctor out.

Dumbledore turned back to where Sirius and Harry were huddled on the bed. Harry's eyes the only real part of him that was visible looked tired and swollen. Dumbledore sighed, he would never have expected this fate for Harry Potter.

The Headmaster racked his brains and knowledge for a way this could work to there advantage. But he could see nothing but tragedy from this turn of events. The boy was holding on to his godfather unaware of the monster he could become, would become if that mask stayed in place for any real length of time.

"Sirius please don't make me stay here" Harry wiped the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his robes.

Sirius looked pleadingly at Dumbledore.

"Harry it's just till we find a solution to getting the mask off."

"How long will that take?"

Sirius hugged Harry "Just a few days maybe a week. Right Headmaster."

"I'm sure we'll find a solution soon. I've made contact with several colleges and have explained the situation to them. The doctors and mediwitches will be conducting several spell and researching ways to move it also," He smiled down at Harry, he reached out his hand to ruffle the boys hair but dropped his hand slowly as that was not a option.

New tears came to Harry's eyes, Dumbledore hadn't answered his questions. He did not want to be here he wanted to go home with Sirius, he wanted to lie in his own bed. He wanted this damn mask off he wanted to return to where he had been nearly three days ago.

Dumbledore left shortly after that. Promising to stop by shortly to visit.

Sirius lapsed into an overly cheery mood a short time after that. He became very animated trying to amuse Harry through out the day, telling tales of when he was at school and about Harry's father. But it was hard to concentrate on a mask covered face and eventually they both just lapsed into silence.

Sirius lay down on the bed next to Harry, they were both silent just staring up at the pale ceiling. Harry was trying not to think, as Sirius counted the ridges along the swirl of old paint. Harry's room was a private one, usually reserved for special cases or special people. Harry couldn't decide which one he was, though he was pretty sure it was a little bit of both. He didn't like it here that much, he was sure of that. He could hear crazed laughs and hoots from other people and patients. There was a funny spell of burnt potions and decaying parts around the place.

It was near late evening when a large clanging could be heard in the hallway, strange voices and something being moved about. Sirius sat up "dinner trolley" he said cheerfully patting his tummy. Harry didn't fell much like eating, not that he could the mask also covered his mouth. Harry tried to calm him self at the thought that he would never eat again or that he would starve to death. It all made his head hurt, he rested his head in his hands, Sirius patted him on the back in a comforting way and got up.


Sirius went to the door sticking his head out into the hallway. He watched the old witch deliver trays and cups of juice. She appeared at there door, Looking at Sirius wearily.

"What'll have dearie?"

Sirius shrugged looking at a picture menu she had, "Harry do you want a little roast and potatoes?" he called over his shoulder.

Not getting an answer Sirius looked back to see Harry on the bed shaking, sitting up staring into space. He twisted his hand in his lap giggling to himself. The white of his eyes had clouded with blood, the green of his eyes turned black. Harry laughed again nodding his head a couple of times to some invisible person or creature. He stared blindly at the opposite wall growling deep in his throat.

"Go get the doctor" Sirius whispered. The old witch scurried off behind him.

"Harry" Sirius called stepping forward.

Harry turned his head toward his Godfather, "You can't hold me here," he laughed again, "soon you'll be cowering in your own fear. My Lord Voldemort has sent for Me." he growled. Harry crawled off his bed toward Sirius, he felt stronger and more alert since he had tried on the mask. They couldn't hold him here. He had to show Voldemort he was a loyal follower.

Sirius held up his hands, "Harry calm down... Try and remember who you are. It's just the mask controlling you. You are not this person."

Harry laughed clenching his teeth. Fools he was this person. He circled Sirius backing the man closer to the door. He could hear foots steps running down the hall toward there room. Sirius pulled his wand.

Harry sleethed as if any spell could hold him. He lunged at Sirius knocking the man back into the wall. Sirius had been half-ready at the attack and had attempted to grab Harry as he lurched toward him. Still Sirius was sprawled on the floor with Harry on top of him crawling at his arms and for his release.

The doctors took this moment to arrive yelling spells and hexes that only slowed Harry down. Sirius tried to stun Harry himself, only to manage to get one of the doctors in the process. Harry was screaming, pulling at everything in sight to help him escape from the room. The hem of the doctor's robes the edge of the bed, the doorframe.

One of the doctors kicked at Harry as the young man attempted to pull the healer to the ground. "Stop it" Sirius yelled, "He doesn't know what he's doing."

He tried to hold both of Harry's arms to his side, to show him he would not let them hurt him. Harry growled as Sirius wrestled him back to the floor, the was man trying to control him. To stop him from seeing Lord Voldemort.

Harry reared back as Sirius slipped an arm around his chest. He twisted trying to see his Godfather, "Sirius" he breathed softly and sank his teeth into the mans arm. Sirius screamed in pain. The room fell silent as Harry released the arm, blood soaked the front of the mask.

One of the men stumbled from the room and ran off down the hall to get Dumbledore.

Harry wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe. He crawled out of Sirius hold, his godfather whimpering behind him. One of the other Doctors knelt down so that he was eye level with Harry but still kept his distance. "How did you do that Harry?" he whispered, pointing at the mouth whole of the mask that was now knitting its self-back together. It was truly amazing. The mask had opened automatically to allow Harry to bite Sirius. There had been no command, no chant, spell or transfiguration. It was like the mask had read his mind. It had known instinctively what Harry had wanted to do.

Harry growled at the wizard, the man smiled at stood again to greet Dumbledore, "It's going to be harder than we thought." he whispered not taking his eyes from Harry.

Dumbledore nodded.

Two strong hold wizards came forward pulling Sirius from the room careful of the blood pouring from his arm. Harry growled at them, like a wolf whose prey was being taken from it.

Harry lunged again toward the door, he wasn't calming down, his heart was beating endlessly in his chest. The wizards grabbed him by the arm throwing him back into the room. At once all remaining wizard and Dumbledore yelled stupfiy and Harry slumped to the ground. Everyone rushed out of the room shutting the door.

Dumbledore looked through the little window, Harry lay slumped on the floor gasping for air. His arms and legs spread out. Dumbledore felt sorry for Harry, it was likely the boy would be here till Voldemort was defeated or until he died. Such a strong bind to such a powerful wizard was not likely to be easy to solve and Dumbledore was doubtful that there was a solution.

The other doctors and medical experts were behind him were consulting possible theories now that they had saw the masks experience first hand.

Dumbledore looked back to Harry lying on the floor. His left hand jerked and spasm once again and Harry sat up looking straight into Dumbledore's eyes and smiled.


TBC