With Time Comes Trust Chapter 11: Solitary Emotions, a harry potter fanfic

NOTE:
Should just be another chapter to end all this, then I think I'll work on a sequel, the September term is starting! Trust issues should take a long time and I don't want to drone on and on until WTCT stretches to 50 chapters. Erm...sequel takers, anybody? :) REVIEW!

To:

I-like-chickens, n, texasjeanette, Cat Riddle, washu, gaul1, willow, Wytil, FroBoy, sykoticstalker27, Raphaelle -- Love all of you!
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With Time Comes Trust: Solitary Emotions

Sirius didn't know how long he had just sat on the bed, rocking the body of his Godson, pouring out the tears of his heart. Severus nor Minerva had managed to grasp the situation, much less try to comfort the grieving man. Minerva had sat down on the bed beside Harry's listlessly, seemingly exhausted to the point. She took off her hat and held it in her hands, crumpling it.

Severus quietly put down the potions on a table, one by one, trying to find something to occupy himself, but his emotions overtook him when he was putting down the last bottle causing him to throw the bottle of painkiller at the opposite wall in a sudden fit of rage.

The bottle collided with the surface of the concrete wall and smashed into broken shards of glass, the soft yellow liquid it was holding splashing onto the floor and wall.

"What just happened?" Poppy stood at the doorway, a large box in her hands. She wore an expression of utmost disbelief as she looked at the broken bottle then up to the seething Potions Master's face.

No one bothered to say anything to her, and she ventured farther into the room, putting down the box of supplies carefully onto the floor. Somehow sensing that this was not a tiny matter, she walked slowly, unsure of what she was going to find.

Sirius and Harry finally came into view when she got past Severus who was blocking her view of the boy and man. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling a cry. "H-Harry? Sirius?"

"He's gone," Minerva said dully. "Gone."

"No, he's not."

Everyone, even Sirius looked up to see Dumbledore striding purposefully towards them. Triumph was etched on his features and even Sirius couldn't help wondering what was up with that man. Dumbledore reached them and then took Harry's hand in his weathered ones.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated.

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Ëldéna had just left. He had learned her name at the last second he was with her. She didn't tell him that, he just...knew. He was puzzled about his sudden knowledge, but he didn't press matters. There was things weirder than that.

For example, the hand. When Ëldéna left, taking the piano with her disappearing in a thin sheen of cloudy mist, she didn't tell him the way back. He had wandered around for five minutes, playing with the soft clouds that embraced him, marveling about how he was almost floating on them.

Then someone called his name. He looked up, mildly surprised and then it turned to horror as a large hand suddenly appeared in front of him beckoning to him.

"Come on, my child."

Sensing that this was probably his ticket, Harry climbed aboard on the hand, scrambling over fingers and sitting on the broad palm. Then at once, it shrank fast and he found himself standing beside the Hogwarts Headmaster.

"Ready?" he smiled down at Harry.

Harry just watched him with an open mouth and wide eyes. He nodded. Dumbledore took his hand then they just disappeared together from the beautiful place.

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Dumbledore opened his eyes to Sirius looking in a mixture of wonder and horror at his 'dead' Godson who was stirring in his arms, sleepily opening his eyes.

"Harry!" Sirius said taking Harry's hand and holding it to his cheek. "You scared me to wits."

"Sirius?" Harry whispered.

"Yes, yes," Sirius couldn't stop the tears of relief and he looked up with shining eyes to meet the Headmaster's. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"I didn't do anything," Dumbledore smiled. "I just helped him back. He chose to stay."

Sirius gave a watery smile of gratitude, looked down happily at his Godson then fainted. Harry gave a tiny yelp and Dumbledore hurriedly lifted the child and gave him to Severus. Harry basked for a moment in the warm embrace of his professor as Severus cradled him to his chest, careful not to aggravate any of his injuries.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly. He was getting sleepy and moving his fingers hurt.

"He's exhausted," Poppy confirmed. With the help of Dumbledore, she lay Sirius back on the bed and covered him with a blanket. "Rest should do the trick."

"He stayed outside the Dursleys' house for the whole period you were in there. He refused to leave. I guess the large amount of surprise and fear he felt just now didn't help matters." Minerva chided gently. She wore a large smile that stretched to the far corners of her face.

"Are you happy about that?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"No!" Minerva laughed. "Just glad you are alive," she whispered, kissing Harry quickly on the forehead.

Harry blushed and Severus adjusted his grip on the boy. "Time for some sleep and healing, Harry. I'm not going to even mention the near heart attack you gave me just now. Never do that again, you hear me?"

He lay the boy down on another bed and let Poppy take over, stepping out of the cubicle automatically as Poppy waved her wand and drew the curtains.

Minerva let out a long breath, feeling at peace for once in the two days. Stressful. She suddenly smiled. "I can't deny I'm feeling intense relief."

"You aren't alone," Severus muttered.

Dumbledore came over to them, blue eyes twinkling merrily. "This calls for some celebration!"

"I guess there's something you haven't told us?" Minerva asked, suddenly suspicious about the Headmaster's overly happy state.

Dumbledore beamed. "That's not for you to hear first."

Offended as she was, Minerva didn't press matters. "Well, I guess we should go take a rest, I could use a nap."

Severus stood up too. "There's nothing we can do here anyway."

"Come, come," Dumbledore prodded. "Let's walk together, shall we?"

"There is something he haven't told us," Severus said to Minerva.

"It's not for us to know," Minerva said pointedly looking at the Headmaster.

"Oh, Minerva," said Dumbledore, laughing slightly. "The time would come, soon."

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Harry spent the next three days sleeping, occasionally waking up to nightmares long enough for them to comfort him then force some food down before he drifted away again. After the short burst of strength he had when he returned to them, he had relapsed into his usual solitary mode, refusing to tell them what he was thinking or feeling.

Sirius, after a good 22 hours and 18 minutes (Severus counted) sleep, had returned to his usual self, now extremely happy that everything was over and then getting concerned again whenever Harry woke up from a nightmare he wouldn't tell them about.

The last one had been worst than the previous ones, Harry trying to stop crying and catch his breath at the same time while Sirius desperately rubbed comforting circles on his back.

"Shhh, Harry, shh...what is it? Tell me please, Harry? What's wrong?"

As usual he did not answer his Godfather, choosing to curl up in a sweat soaked ball and rubbing his fists into his swollen eyes. Sirius tried to take him in his arms but Harry fought against his hold and Sirius had to let him go settling for cooling his Godson with a damp cloth.

Severus dropped by now and then, bringing newly brewed potions for Poppy, pausing to sit with Sirius for a moment before leaving again. Poppy had healed most of Harry's injuries, now only leaving bruises and the shallow cuts after healing the deep wounds on his wrists.

It wasn't until days later when Harry felt well enough to sit up the whole day, occasionally roaming the school when Sirius was not around (throwing everyone in a fit of frenzy) although he was now pretty predictable. He always went to the library, followed by his kitten which he had yet to name.

After another disappearing of his Godson when Sirius had went for a bath, he had decided it was time to stop Harry from giving them all heart attacks although they knew where he was, Harry was still weak and was prone to get tired easily. He went up to the library, pushing open the doors, and went around shelves finally spotting his Godson who was curled up near a shelf, a thick book on his lap, his kitten sleeping on a book beside him.

"Harry," Sirius said softly approaching him. "You really should tell us when you want to come here, one of us would accompany you."

"I'm fine," Harry replied, not taking his eyes off the book.

Sirius frowned. "What are you reading?"

Before Harry could make a move, Sirius had pulled one side of the book up so he could read the cover. His eyes hardened. "Why are you reading this?"

Harry pulled the book away from his Godfather, getting up shakily on his feet. The kitten awoke, yawning before following his master as Harry walked away from Sirius without a word. Sirius took no time to catch up with Harry, pulling on his arm roughly but carefully to stop him.

"Tell me, what are you trying to do?" Sirius said somewhat harshly. His heart was starting to beat faster, awaiting for the dreaded answer he knew would come.

"I don't want to ever be born, alright?" Harry yelled back, wrenching his arm away from Sirius, ignoring the fact that is was throbbing painfully. His skin was still sensitive to any touches after Poppy had healed the large quantity of bruises and cuts all over his body.

"Why is that?" Sirius shouted. "What's wrong, Harry? Tell me, damnit!"

Harry's eyes filled with tears of pain as Sirius grabbed his arm again. "Let me go!"

"Not until you tell me something, Harry Potter!" Sirius snapped, not caring whether he was hurting Harry. The spell to reverse history and cut off a live was irreversible, and if Harry did it...

Harry yanked his arm back, now certain a bruise was forming. "I was never wanted in this world, I ruined the lives of my uncle and aunt. I want to make it right again, don't you understand?"

"What about us?" Sirius asked angrily. "Do we mean nothing to you?"

Harry raised dull emerald green eyes to his Godfather's raging ones. "You just had me for half a month, you will forget about this soon."

"Is that what you think of me? Just someone that will forget about you after a period of time?" Sirius shouted. "I promised you that I will be protect you for all my life, why did I say that? Because I love you, don't you know that?"

"I have to return to them one day, isn't that true?" Harry shouted back, clutching the book tightly in his left hand. The kitten whimpered. "I don't want to be a burden, I don't want to be a thorn in their lives, I don't want to be born!"

"Then why did you come back then?" Sirius snapped. "Since you just want to die, why did you come back!"

Harry took a step back, a bit afraid of the anger he felt radiating from Sirius. "If I die, they will still remember me, they live in fear of my kind, afraid of my presence. If I was never born, they would never know me, never be afraid, they will be happy."

"Think of them, just only think of them!" Sirius bellowed, positively mad. "Have you thought of me? Thought of how much I need you? Have you thought about us? Hogwarts, Minerva, Severus, Poppy? They all care for you, Harry!"

"Before they really do," Harry whispered. "I need to do this. Please."

"Your uncle's dead, Harry!" Sirius shouted. "He's dead, alright!"

Harry froze. "He's dead?"

"Yes!" Sirius said angrily. "You know why? He tried to kill you, and the charm Dumbledore gave to you? It killed him. He's gone, Harry! Forget it!"

"He's not dead!" Harry screamed back at his Godfather. "He still has Aunt Petunia and Dudley!"

"HE'S DEAD!" Sirius shouted back.

They both fell silent for a moment.

"Look, baby," Sirius said gently, a bit embarrassed how he lost his head and knowing he hadn't handled the situation like he should, when he saw the title of the book his Godson was reading. "I - "

Harry suddenly pushed past him, running out of the library, the kitten at his heels seemingly happy to have a run.

"Harry!" Sirius yelled, running after him, banging open the library doors. For a fleeting moment, he was thankful that Madam Pince was on holiday.

Harry ran like he never did before, running blindly towards the Headmaster's room, trusting his instincts and knowledge from the Hogwarts: A History book on the location of the office. He reached the gargoyle and began to bang on it with his fists, trying to get it to move.

"Mister Dumbledore!" Harry yelled. "Mister Dumbledore!"

"Noisy brats," a portrait remarked to the other who replied, "Naturally."

Harry ignored them, continually banging until Sirius came into view, looking extremely worried. With renewed urgency, he increased the blows until the gargoyle slid aside and Dumbledore's face poked out.

"Harry! What are you doing here?"

Harry pushed past him. "Close the door! Close the door, please!"

Albus looked concerned. "What is it, dear child?"

"Close it!" Harry said desperately.

"Harry!" Sirius reached the door, panting slightly.

Albus looked over to Harry. "Do you have something to tell me privately?"

Harry nodded refusing to meet Sirius' worried eyes.

"I must ask you to wait outside for a minute, Sirius," said Albus.

"But..." Sirius began.

"A minute," Albus said. "Harry will be alright with me." He gave an encouraging smile and closed the door.

He turned back to the red faced boy behind him. "What is the matter?"

"Is he dead?" Harry asked.

A shadow passed over Albus' eyes. "Come here." He led Harry over to a couch at the corner of the room.

They sat down, Dumbledore taking Harry's red hands and looking at them disapprovingly. "You should just call next time."

"I did," Harry protested. "Is...is my uncle really dead?"

Dumbledore healed Harry's hands in a second then looked at the boy sadly.

"He's not dead, Harry."

"I knew it!" Harry said triumphantly.

"Neither is he alive."

"What?"

Dumbledore held his hand open. "Accio." Turning to Harry, he opened his palm to show him a compact disc holding two mirrors. "Harry...what I'm showing you is - "

"Where is my uncle?" Harry's voice was firm, although Albus could sense the fear and urgency beneath it.

He gently tapped the gray misty one. "Vernon's soul."

Harry stared at the mirror with enraptured attention. "U-Uncle?"

The smoke swirled.

"Harry, the charm I gave you for your birthday is the Death Reflection Charm."