Sirius' eyes shot open.
"Ow," Sirius clutched his face and looked at him. Sirius heard the steps, close. Only about 20 feet away. He did some quick thinking.
Sirius grabbed Harry's wand and pointed at the rug they were both crouching on, "Portus!" he yelled.
Just before everything around Harry went back, a dark clad figure burst into the room, Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy behind him. The figure was yelling as it opened the door, pointing it's wand straight at Harry.
Harry's pain reached an increadible height.
"Avada Kedavra!"
All went black
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He woke up in a familiar place. He hadn't opened his eyes, but he knew where he was. The smell was the same. A tangy smell, slightly acidy and of medicine. Slowly, his eyes crept open.
He was surrounded by a white.
He heard the quiet rustle of something across the room. It stopped. There were other noises, the chinking of something glass against another. A gagging noise and the sound of something being spat. A sharp slap and another gagging noise.
Ah, familiar sounds.
He moved and stepped out of the warmness, regretting it afterward. He pulled back the white.
The familiar sounds of the Hospital Wing.
"Harry, you're awake! You shouldn't be up! Get back into bed this instant!" Madam Pomfrey chided. He saw Draco sitting in the bed, a dark looking slash on his face. He winced when he saw Harry, but when Madam Pomfrey turned away his eyes narrowed. Harry knew he had seen him just before… what? He couldn't really remember.
"Madam Pomfrey, I need to speak to Dumbledore, it's urgent," he said, pleading in his voice.
"No, no. You still need to drink you're potion."
"But-"
"But nothing! Back into bed, now!" he herded him behind the white curtain and closed it with a swish. Harry stared at it angrily, but finally got back into bed. He heard the rustle of her skirt again, and it was gone. The curtain was pulled back.
"So," Draco started, a nasty smirk of knowing on his face. "What happened to you?"
"I don't remember," Harry said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb, I know you saw me,"
"Saw you where?"
Draco scoffed and leaned in and whispered in his ear, hid breath making him shiver, "He'll get his revenge…" and he stepped back, he pulled the hangings around him with a swish, smirk still painted on his pale face.
He'll get his revenge? But Harry didn't worry about it now. There were more pressing matters and unanswered questions as hand… Where was Sirius?
"Harry," Harry turned around, Dumbledore was standing in the doorway.
"No! I'm not finished with him!" Madam Pomfrey hurried back into the room and started ushering Harry back again behind the curtain.
"I'm afraid, I'll have to steal him Poppy, it is a matter of urgency…" there was something subtle in his voice.
Madam Pomfrey let go and Harry walked toward Dumbledore and followed him back to his office. Harry knew what Dumbledore was about to show him. Either Sirius or… Harry tried not to think about it. They arrived at the door and Dumbledore patted him on the back. Harry looked up into his eyes for reassurance.
He nodded. He was pulling back the door. Harry realized that he had been holding his breath
In the middle of the room there was a small bed, Sirius lay in with white sheets. He lay there, eyes closed. Harry couldn't tell if he was breathing.
"Sirius," Harry whispered as he came closer, "Sirius,"
"Harry…"
FIN
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Who said Harry? Who knows?
(But just to tell you…in my mind, It was Sirius)