Looking back on it the next events were a blur.
In a mess of faces, expressions, feelings, and physical movements, Sirius knew he'd arrived at the Potters.
There was Mrs. Potter, a tall black haired woman with blue eyes with a bookish look about her, who's vocabulary seemed only to consist of, "Oh you poor dear! This is awful! What happened? You must be hungry." Well that's how it seemed to Sirius since those phrases and re-phrasing of some of them, bombarded him again and again.
Mr. Potter, a firmly built man with hazel eyes and brown hair and a mustache, didn't communicate with words but actions, or maybe he did talk but was drowned out by his wife's tittering and whirling about removing wet cloaks. From Mr. Potter, Sirius received a clap on the back, a ruffle of the hair, and a kind shove further into the house.
Then there was his best mate James, who'd been woken up by all the commotion. At first he was afraid at the thought of it being Death Eaters, so summoning his bravery he grabbed his wand and went to the top of the staircase. Looking down into the hall he saw his Mum and Father talking to someone who'd arrived. 'Who'd travel in this weather?' James thought. Then he heard the refined but laid back voice of his best friend, "oh you know me, I heard the best experience in life is to travel by broom in a thunderstorm, had to try it out for myself, excuse me I think I'm going to fall...."
James' eyes widened and he prematurely winced waiting for the thump that would accompany Sirius' statement about falling. But it didn't come; Mr. Potter had caught Sirius by the arm and was now supporting him by the shoulders.
James rushed down the stairs to help his friend.
"Don't wake him up poor thing's exhausted."
"Abby he's not a 'poor thing' in fact I bet his richer then us, he's not a little boy he's sixteen years old, and I might be strong enough to carry him and I could cast a spell to lift him but he has to do this by himself. He hasn't fainted, look ... Sirius!" Mr. Potter called to Sirius and shook him a bit.
Sirius looked through half open lids.
"Can you walk, son?"
Sirius nodded, then smirked to himself and muttered, "Never thought I'd hear that one again."
"Father are you sure he can walk?" James asked Mr. Potter.
"I'm not sure but Sirius is."
And so Sirius Black arrived at the Potters.
Sirius made it up the stairs using the banister as his main means of support with his arm around James' shoulder, with Mr. Potter tailing behind just incase.
Sirius collapsed on the bed in a spare room, but before he fell asleep he murmured his thanks but then called out to Mr. Potter.
"Sir, thank you for not carrying me," Sirius said sincerely.
"I wouldn't have minded carrying you, but I knew you would have,"spoke the silhouetted figure from the doorway, "you're too much of a man," and with that he shut the door.
Sirius didn't waste time to think about those words, he just passed into a deep sleep.
//As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man//
In a mess of faces, expressions, feelings, and physical movements, Sirius knew he'd arrived at the Potters.
There was Mrs. Potter, a tall black haired woman with blue eyes with a bookish look about her, who's vocabulary seemed only to consist of, "Oh you poor dear! This is awful! What happened? You must be hungry." Well that's how it seemed to Sirius since those phrases and re-phrasing of some of them, bombarded him again and again.
Mr. Potter, a firmly built man with hazel eyes and brown hair and a mustache, didn't communicate with words but actions, or maybe he did talk but was drowned out by his wife's tittering and whirling about removing wet cloaks. From Mr. Potter, Sirius received a clap on the back, a ruffle of the hair, and a kind shove further into the house.
Then there was his best mate James, who'd been woken up by all the commotion. At first he was afraid at the thought of it being Death Eaters, so summoning his bravery he grabbed his wand and went to the top of the staircase. Looking down into the hall he saw his Mum and Father talking to someone who'd arrived. 'Who'd travel in this weather?' James thought. Then he heard the refined but laid back voice of his best friend, "oh you know me, I heard the best experience in life is to travel by broom in a thunderstorm, had to try it out for myself, excuse me I think I'm going to fall...."
James' eyes widened and he prematurely winced waiting for the thump that would accompany Sirius' statement about falling. But it didn't come; Mr. Potter had caught Sirius by the arm and was now supporting him by the shoulders.
James rushed down the stairs to help his friend.
"Don't wake him up poor thing's exhausted."
"Abby he's not a 'poor thing' in fact I bet his richer then us, he's not a little boy he's sixteen years old, and I might be strong enough to carry him and I could cast a spell to lift him but he has to do this by himself. He hasn't fainted, look ... Sirius!" Mr. Potter called to Sirius and shook him a bit.
Sirius looked through half open lids.
"Can you walk, son?"
Sirius nodded, then smirked to himself and muttered, "Never thought I'd hear that one again."
"Father are you sure he can walk?" James asked Mr. Potter.
"I'm not sure but Sirius is."
And so Sirius Black arrived at the Potters.
Sirius made it up the stairs using the banister as his main means of support with his arm around James' shoulder, with Mr. Potter tailing behind just incase.
Sirius collapsed on the bed in a spare room, but before he fell asleep he murmured his thanks but then called out to Mr. Potter.
"Sir, thank you for not carrying me," Sirius said sincerely.
"I wouldn't have minded carrying you, but I knew you would have,"spoke the silhouetted figure from the doorway, "you're too much of a man," and with that he shut the door.
Sirius didn't waste time to think about those words, he just passed into a deep sleep.
//As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man//