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Read on. This chapter is swell. I think anyways.
Chapter 6 Worrying
"James, I-" I began, before James cut me off.
"I thought I made it clear what my opinion was of you at the moment," James snarled. Anger was flashing across his face and was scaring me.
"But James-"
"I don't wanna talk to you, goodbye." James slammed the door in my face. I swayed on my feet and looked down. My vision was starting to go black around the edges. I sat down on James's porch and curled up and fell asleep.
(James's point of view)
When I saw Sirius standing on my doorstep I didn't know what to think. On one hand I was worried and happy, and on the other hand I was angry and mistrustful. I pushed away any emotions that weren't derogatory.
"Sirius," I simply said, and I could hear the anger and coldness in my own voice and was surprised at it.
"James, I-" Sirius started. He didn't seem to be as happy as he usually was and his voice was filled with anguish. He seemed to be very weak. I ignored this and put it off to be an act.
"I thought I made it clear what my opinion was of you," I snapped. I couldn't really believe I was still this angry at Sirius. Sure he had betrayed Remus, but Sirius was still my best friend, my brother.
"But James-"
I cut him off again and almost yelled, "I don't wanna talk to you, goodbye." I slammed the door in his face, surprised that he hadn't tried harder to talk to me. I stomped upstairs, an emotional nightmare one might say.
When I got up to my room I fell onto my bed and fell asleep in moments.
The next morning I woke up to loud voices downstairs. It was my parents yelling about something. Sleepily I got up and stretched out my legs and arms. Getting dressed quickly, in case my parents needed my help, my thoughts turned to Sirius. I wondered what had happened to him. I wondered why he had come to my house, considering he knew I was still angry at him.
Pushing thoughts of him away, I walked to the top of the stairs. I saw immediately what the problem was. Sirius was lying on the couch, looking so pale that for a second I thought he was dead. My parents were talking about what to do.
"Go get a healer," I heard my mom say and my father apparated out of the room. I walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to believe it.
"What happened mom?" I asked nervously, afraid that I had killed him somehow.
"I woke up and walked out the door and almost stepped on your friend here. He was unconscious and was all beat up," she turned towards me. "You don't know anything about this do you?"
"No, I don't mom," I answered almost truthfully.
"I can't believe parents could do such a thing to their own child," she whispered, gently stroking Sirius's beat up face. "He had a broken arm and many fractured ribs. He's been slashed with a knife it looks like on his arms. And his father apparently just used him as a punching bag."
"Will he be alright?" I asked my mom.
She pursed her lips together and shook her head. "I don't know," she honestly replied. "I don't' know, but I certainly hope so.
A.N: this chapter is short, I know, but I ran out of good things to say. Um...I hope the change of point of view didn't confuse anyone. I just thought it would be better....if you don't like it please tell me. Thank you. Star Wars Rocks!!!
Read on. This chapter is swell. I think anyways.
Chapter 6 Worrying
"James, I-" I began, before James cut me off.
"I thought I made it clear what my opinion was of you at the moment," James snarled. Anger was flashing across his face and was scaring me.
"But James-"
"I don't wanna talk to you, goodbye." James slammed the door in my face. I swayed on my feet and looked down. My vision was starting to go black around the edges. I sat down on James's porch and curled up and fell asleep.
(James's point of view)
When I saw Sirius standing on my doorstep I didn't know what to think. On one hand I was worried and happy, and on the other hand I was angry and mistrustful. I pushed away any emotions that weren't derogatory.
"Sirius," I simply said, and I could hear the anger and coldness in my own voice and was surprised at it.
"James, I-" Sirius started. He didn't seem to be as happy as he usually was and his voice was filled with anguish. He seemed to be very weak. I ignored this and put it off to be an act.
"I thought I made it clear what my opinion was of you," I snapped. I couldn't really believe I was still this angry at Sirius. Sure he had betrayed Remus, but Sirius was still my best friend, my brother.
"But James-"
I cut him off again and almost yelled, "I don't wanna talk to you, goodbye." I slammed the door in his face, surprised that he hadn't tried harder to talk to me. I stomped upstairs, an emotional nightmare one might say.
When I got up to my room I fell onto my bed and fell asleep in moments.
The next morning I woke up to loud voices downstairs. It was my parents yelling about something. Sleepily I got up and stretched out my legs and arms. Getting dressed quickly, in case my parents needed my help, my thoughts turned to Sirius. I wondered what had happened to him. I wondered why he had come to my house, considering he knew I was still angry at him.
Pushing thoughts of him away, I walked to the top of the stairs. I saw immediately what the problem was. Sirius was lying on the couch, looking so pale that for a second I thought he was dead. My parents were talking about what to do.
"Go get a healer," I heard my mom say and my father apparated out of the room. I walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to believe it.
"What happened mom?" I asked nervously, afraid that I had killed him somehow.
"I woke up and walked out the door and almost stepped on your friend here. He was unconscious and was all beat up," she turned towards me. "You don't know anything about this do you?"
"No, I don't mom," I answered almost truthfully.
"I can't believe parents could do such a thing to their own child," she whispered, gently stroking Sirius's beat up face. "He had a broken arm and many fractured ribs. He's been slashed with a knife it looks like on his arms. And his father apparently just used him as a punching bag."
"Will he be alright?" I asked my mom.
She pursed her lips together and shook her head. "I don't know," she honestly replied. "I don't' know, but I certainly hope so.
A.N: this chapter is short, I know, but I ran out of good things to say. Um...I hope the change of point of view didn't confuse anyone. I just thought it would be better....if you don't like it please tell me. Thank you. Star Wars Rocks!!!