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The betrayal:

Harry sighed and stretched out, it had been hours since he had come up and Sirius was still not giving any sign of waking up. Mrs Weasley had woken up two hours ago and after being checked out by the nurse, she had stormed out of the room. Dragon guessed she was now fussing about Ron in the Gryffindor tower. Sighing again, Harry stood up and moved to the window, tomorrow was Christmas, with a little luck it would be the most happy one yet, that was of course if he could talk some sense in Sirius's stubborn head. A soft sound got his attention, Harry turned around and looked at his godfather who was right then sitting up.

When Sirius woke up, all his thoughts were fuzzy, he felt like he had been sleeping for a long time. A headache was slowly starting to form and he moaned a little. Carefully he sat up and blinked a few times. Suddenly he remembered all of what had happened. Unable to contain a sob the man put his knees to his chest and leaned his head on them. He cried for a while, till he felt a gentle hand stroking his hair. Figuring it was Remus, he turned to the other man and buried his head in his chest. Strong arms embraced him, a comforting hand still running trough his hair.

To say Harry was startled when Sirius started to cry would be an understatement. In all the time he had known the man he had never seen him close to breaking down like that. In that single moment he realised just how much his godfather must care about him. Softly he approached the bed, he was not really sure what he could do to calm his godfather down, after all no one had ever comforted him. Between Ron, Hermione and him, they usually hugged each other, but Harry didn't think that to be such a good idea right now. Finally Dragon settled into just stroking his godfather's hair. He was once again surprised when Sirius turned around and buried his head in his chest. Seeing he couldn't do anything else Harry put his arms around the much bigger man, still trying to get him to calm down. He thought about saying something comforting but then realised Sirius probably didn't know it was him holding him, he probably thought Harry was Lupin.

They stayed that way for a long time, till Sirius finally just leaned against Harry. Harry, even if Sirius had stopped crying didn't pull away, waiting for the other man to make the first movement.

Sirius sighed happily, he felt good in Moony's arms, he could clearly sense the love and concern radiating from them and was glad his friend wasn't pulling back yet, letting him time to gather himself together. Finally, what must have been nearly half an hour later, Sirius sat up, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by his break down. Not looking at his friend he mumbled.

"Sorry about that." A completely unexpected voice answered him gently.

"That's alright." Sirius felt all colour withdrawn from his face, slowly he looked up and saw the calm face of his godson starring concerned at him. "How are you feeling? I'm very sorry I had to punch you, but Ron needed our help." Sirius was now gapping at him, he felt very confused. Harry was there, Harry had comforted him even if he had tried to kill him yesterday and now the boy was apologising to him for defending himself from him? Sirius shook his head, that didn't make any sense. "Sirius, are you feeling alright?"

"I think so, I'm just confused and have a killer headache." Harry grimaced.

"That's my fault, I'll go see if Madame Pomfrey can give you something." Before he had done two steps to the nurses office a hand grabbed his wrist. Looking around he saw Sirius looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, stay."

"Sirius, I'm just going over there, I'll be right back." The man shook his head and tightened his grip on the boy's wrist. Harry sighed. "Oh, ok." He moved back to the bed and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Harry..." The boy looked him over carefully.

"Yes?"

"I don't understand." Harry smiled slightly.

"What is it you don't understand, Sirius?"

"You should hate me." Sirius's voice was certain and flat.

"Why?" The man looked surprised at the calm question and frowned.

"I tried to kill you." Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"You were under the imperious, you weren't in control of what you were doing. You shouldn't blame yourself for something a death eater made you do."

"That's not the point, I tried to hurt you! You still have my handprints on your neck." Harry looked somewhat surprised by that, he moved a hand on his neck and winced a little when he felt the bruise.

"Oh, I hadn't even noticed, I'll have Phoenix do something about it, she's really good about healing magic. Now look Sirius, I'm not blaming you for anything that happened yesterday, when I went out with you I already knew you were under the imperious." Sirius's eyes became big.

"You knew?"

"Sure, it was easy to spot. And if you don't believe me you can ask Hermione or Ron, I told them before I went out with you." Sirius frowned.

"Whatever possessed you to go out with me if you knew about the imperious?"

"I figured someone wanted to attack us and I preferred to get it over with rather than be caught unprepared. So if you have to blame someone you can blame the death eater or me." Sirius didn't say anything for some time, debating if Harry was telling the truth and he really wasn't to blame. Finally he leaned back, closed his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance, Harry saw it and barely was able to suppress a sigh of relieve. Then Sirius frowned again and looked concerned at Harry. Harry rose an eyebrow.

"What's wrong now?"

"Are you alright? How are you holding up?" Looking confused at his godfather he was only able to mutter:

"Uh?" Sirius looked him over carefully.

"Moony told me this morning Ron died last night." Harry's face cleared up in understanding and he smiled gently at Sirius.

"I'm fine, so is Ron, it's a long story." Sirius sat up and pulled some pillows under his back, grimacing a little at his headache.

"Ok, I'm ready to hear it." But Harry shook his head.

"Not till you have got something for that headache." Harry stood up and this time went all the way to Madame Pomfrey's office. Sirius looked at him thoughtfully, the boy had changed but somewhere in there he still was the same Harry, he smiled softly, he really was lucky to have Harry, he was an amazing boy. Dragon returned and saw his godfather smiling.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, nothing, am I not allowed to smile?" Harry shrugged his shoulders and handed him a goblet.

"Here you go, you have to drink all of it up."

"Sure mom." Before Harry had the chance to reply, Sirius had drunk up all the potion and was grimacing at the bitter taste of the potion. Harry laughed softly at his godfather's face.

"Is it that bad?"

"ugh, don't ask." He put the goblet down and leaned into the pillows. "Ok, now I want a story." Harry laughed some more but obliged and began to tell how Ron had survived. They were both so engrossed in Harry's tale that they didn't notice Dumbledore come in. He looked at them for a while, a soft smile on his lips and then silently left the room, leaving them alone once again. Lupin was waiting for him outside, looking anxiously at the door. After Dumbledore had closed the door silently, the werewolf approached him.

"How's Sirius doing?" The headmaster smiled reassuringly.

"As far as I can tell he's doing alright. Harry and him were talking so I guess they have sorted things out." Remus sighed in relieve and smiled.

"About time things started to work out." The headmaster patted him on the shoulder and they left together.

To be continued...

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