Loss
By BlackPotterGrl
Chapter XV – Hallucinations and Pea Soup
Harry felt like his head was alight. From the neck up, he was on fire. He was suffocating from the heat, and he could fell the sweat spilling from every pore he had. Inside his head, he had rocks being pelted within his skull. He moaned and rolled over. He was so weak that he could barely make that movement. In the near distance, he could hear voice. He couldn't make out who they were, but he made out a few select words.
"It's… muggles… station… half… only… muggleborns… half… it… I… treat… sick…"
"I'm… I… care… him… I'll… it…"
"Are…sure… wise"
Harry heard a scrapping noise, and then felt something cold on his forehead. He moaned again. He then broke into a fit of coughing, and couldn't stop. He felt that someone pull him into a sitting position, and a hand rubbing his back. Harry peeked his eyes open, and immediately shut them, as the light was burning his eyes.
"Harry?" asked Sirius, who must have been the one who was holding him up. Harry lifted his arm up weakly, and blocked out the heavy lights.
"Siri?" Harry muttered.
"Yeah, it's me." He said. Harry looked at his blurry face, which, even from the distance, he could tell that it was full of concern.
Harry mumbled something incoherent. Sirius leaned closer to him to hear what he was saying. "What did you say?" he asked.
Harry looked over to him, and opened his mouth to repeat his comment, but he was sick before he could warn Sirius, and heaved, not realizing where, right into Sirius's face. Harry stared, horrified by what he had done. "Oh, God! I can't believe I just did that! I'm so, so sorry!" He watched his un-moving godfather; his head completely covered with vomit. Harry's face went white as tears rolled down his face very fast.
Sirius wiped away the yellow vomit, spitting. "Let me guess. 'I'm going to be sick?'" Sirius asked him.
Harry closed his eyes, wishing that the bed would swallow him up. "I'll be back in a minute, I have to go brush my teeth, Harry." Sirius said, after he used a cleaning charm over him.
"You mean, I threw up in your mouth?" It wasn't a question, and Harry found, to his amazement, that his face became more flushed then it already was.
"It's all right, Har, I'll be fine." Sirius told him, walking toward the bathroom. Harry, however, was not. This action had only made him weaker. Without Sirius to support him, he fell back against the pillows and began coughing. This, surprisingly, caught little attention, and it was not until Sirius returned that he was poured a glass of water.
Harry drank the water, and gradually, his cough was soothed. His throat was aching, and it hurt to swallow. "Feel better?" Sirius asked him.
Harry looked at him with blurry eyes. His glasses where still sitting on the table next to him (He was not wearing contacts), and he didn't have to strength to get them. "Considering the circumstances… no." Harry said, not caring that he wasn't being sociable at all. He didn't have the will to be polite at the moment. "My skin hurts." Harry stated with a cracked voice. "Why didn't madam Pomfrey give me some pepper-up potion?"
He noticed immediately that Sirius looked like he had something that he didn't want to have to tell Harry, and Harry inwardly groaned, knowing that he wasn't going to like the news. "See, Harry, you must have caught the virus in the train station or something, because this isn't a regular flu, which, by the way, is what you have. You see, certain viruses are prone to muggles, and not wizards. You caught one that only muggleborns, and half-bloods can get, and it's pretty uncommon."
"You see, because it's chiefly a muggle virus… magic won't cure it, because magical medicine isn't meant for muggle diseases. Do you understand?" Sirius looked apprehensive. Harry nodded, frustrated. Why always him?
"Did you know that madam Pomfrey is a muggleborn?" Sirius asked him. Harry shook his head, deciding not to do it again, as it made him dizzy. "She is. And, like I told you, muggleborns are susceptible to the virus. Since we don't want an epidemic of this at Hogwarts, we want to make sure you don't pass this on to anyone, all right?" Sirius told him.
"So what your saying is you're putting me in quarantine?" Harry stated, not exactly thrilled with the idea.
"Not so much as quarantine, as… in your own room. With me taking care of you." Sirius told him. As much as the action hurt Harry, he raised his eyebrows.
"You?"
"Yes… me. No, don't bother thanking me. I don't want to put you at any pain." Sirius stated in fake sarcasm.
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just… you don't know how to take someone's temperature. How are you supposed to do it?"
"Well, someone on the staff had to do it. Flickwit's mum's a muggle, Professor Sprout's a muggleborn, and the only people that are free, and might be forced into doing it are me, McGonagall, and of course, Snape. I'm sure that Snape, being to oh so exquisite potions master would know a lot about medicine. I can leave you in his care."
"You're evil, you know that? I'm sick, and you go and mention Snape!" Harry scowled. Sirius looked almost slightly apologetic. "Plus, he probably knows a lot about magical medicine, and you said that you can't treat me with magic." Harry said smugly.
"Well, there is one other option. We might be able to pull a few strings and have Mrs. Weasley take care of you. I mean, she has raised, what is it now, seven kids? She probably knows a lot about taking care- "
"No! I mean, she has way too much to worry about to take care of me! I mean, she practically lost her son, and the twins and Ginny need her now. No, I definitely don't want that." Harry told him hoarsely.
Sirius sighed in a fake manner. "Then I guess you're stuck with me then. Unless you want McGonagall." Sirius smiled knowing what ultimatum Harry would pick. Harry gave him a look as if he was considering. "Oh, come on. I'm not that bad."
"I know. You're just gullible." Sirius swiped at his head. "But how are you going to do it? You have classes to teach. I mean, I'll be fine alone for most of the day, anyway, but you have a lot to do, and I'm probably going to be a lot of trouble." Harry felt self-annoyance that he was being such a nuisance.
Sirius scowled, as if reading his thoughts. "You're not going to be any trouble. Well, the throwing up thing isn't exactly pleasant, but I guess I'm just going to have to repay the favor someday." Harry gave him a guilty look but Sirius just shook his head. "I'll make time. It's okay, Harry. I don't mind doing it."
"We're going to transfer you to your room now, okay Har?" Sirius said. Harry pulled the covers back, and made a move to get out of the bed.
To Harry's surprise, Sirius put an arm under his legs, and one under his back, and lifted him up. He grabbed Harry's glasses, carrying him out of the hospital wing, toward the teachers hallway. Harry was surprised when they stopped outside Sirius's room. Luckily, they didn't pass anybody, as Harry realized that would be an awkward situation: him, being carried by a professor. Sirius brought him inside and laid him down on a bed in a room he hadn't noticed before.
He was put down on a bed, a lot more comfortable then the hospital wing beds, and almost as nice as his four-poster. "Comfortable?" Sirius asked as he buried his hot head in the cool pillows. Harry didn't bother responding. "I charmed your pillows to stay cool, and your blankets to stay warm. I thought that might make you feel better." Sirius told him. Harry's thank you was muffled from the pillows, but Sirius heard it, and ruffled his hair. "Your welcome, kid."
"Do you need anything, Harry? Are you hungry, is your head still hot?" Sirius asked him.
Harry turned around to face him. He began nodding, but stopped abruptly. He was hungry, yes, but unless Sirius was in the mood to be doused in whatever it was that he was going to eat, he should probably stay away from food. "It's all right if you want to eat something." Sirius's face was extremely strained. He had bit his lip, and was looking away. "I don't mind."
"No. No, I'm fine. I'm not even that hungry, really." Harry lied.
"Well, I've got classes in…" he looked at his watch, and double-taked. "Now! Sorry Harry. I'll be back later. Try and get some rest." Sirius gave him a quick peck on the forehead, and went out the door promptly.
Harry stared around the room. There was a table to the side with a bell on it, and that was pretty much it. Harry suddenly realized just how tired he was. He turned around again to put his forehead in the cool pillows, and nodded off.
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Harry had no idea what was going on when he next woke up. He had awoken from a horrible nightmare about Ron. His head felt like it was going to explode. He could feel his body shaking, and his lungs were on fire. He turned his face to the cool pillows, and buried himself deeper in the comforter. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find a comfortable spot. He twisted around, feeling restless, and hopelessly ill.
He let out a hoarse cough, and the burning in his lungs increased in intensity. He moaned in pain. He felt a cool hand on his forehead, and cracked an eye open. He saw a blurry figure standing over him. "'Iri?" he mumbled questioningly.
"It's me, Remus." The person told him. Remus? what was he doing here?
"Wha-?" Harry didn't have the strength to pose the question.
"You have a terrible fever. I don't know what Sirius was thinking leaving you alone here." Remus said, mostly to himself. He mumbled something about not being responsible enough to raise a kid.
Harry felt the need to stand up for his godfather, but didn't have the strength for it, and he knew Remus well enough to assume he was joking.
"Sirius sent me an owl, asking me to pick up some muggle medicine for you. I just picked up some tissues, and cough syrup and stuff like that." He paused, "Did you have a nightmare Harry?" Remus asked him tenderly.
Harry met Remus's eyes briefly, but quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "No." He lied. After Remus gave him a concerned look, he turned away, muttering "Yes."
Only Sirius had known about his nightmares, and he was perfectly content to keep it that why, but Remus looked really concerned about him.
"Ron?" Harry nodded, not looking at him. Remus looked at him sympathetically. Harry didn't know if he should be grateful or upset by this. "He'll be okay, Harry. "
"Do you want something? Water? Tea?" Remus asked. Tea sounded excellent.
Harry meant to say yes please, but it came out something between a grunt and a moan. "Tea bags, right?" Harry meant to smile, but the muscles in his face wouldn't respond. He felt, rather then saw Remus pulling him into a sitting position, and putting pillows behind his back.
Remus put the cup in his hands, and he struggled to hold it. He yelped in pain as the hot liquid spilled down the cup into his lap. Remus took the cup back, apologizing liberally. The shock from the pain woke him up a bit and made him a little more coherent. Remus had lifted the cup up to his lips. In the back of his mind, he felt a bit sheepish as his ex professor was feeding him because he couldn't hold a mug of tea. He felt weird letting Sirius do that.
The tea burned going down, but his throat felt soothed by it. "Thanks."
"It's no trouble." Remus told him.
"What time is it?" he asked, despite his throat.
"It's… about time for classes to be over. Sirius should be back soon."
"You don't have to stay. I'm sure Sirius will be back soon." Harry broke into a fit of coughing, wishing he would stop, as he knew Remus wasn't going to leave him alone now. He didn't mind the company, he just didn't want Remus to feel obligated to stay with him.
Another addition to the list of embarrassing moments witnessed by Remus. He always seemed to be there for bad moments. He didn't have enough willpower to care though.
Remus replied lifting the cup up to his mouth again, and rubbed his back. His coughing subsided after a while, and Harry turned around and leaned his cheek into the pillows once again. Remus turned toward the table that had been loaded up with muggle junk that would supposedly help him.
He handed him a small plastic cup that contain a red syrup. "Drink it." Harry took the little cup to his mouth. He knew it would taste horrible by the smell of it. He tried to down it all, but it didn't come out of the container quick enough so he had to take two gulps of it.
Harry sputtered, as the taste almost made him gag. It was awfully bitter, with a bad artificial aftertaste. "It was cherry." Remus told him. Cherry?! It was almost mockery. Harry let out a bitter laugh, and regretted it. He didn't want Remus to feel bad when he went to all the trouble.
Remus didn't seem to mind. "If it tasted as bad as it smelled then it was probably made by Snape." Harry chuckled with him.
Sirius walked into the room, looking really tired. "Oh, hi Remus. Harry… how are you?" Sirius asked him.
"As good as one can be with the flu." Harry said. "Remus helped me out." Harry told him.
"You didn't have to stay with him Remus." Sirius told him.
"Speak for yourself." Harry muttered under his breath, though he needn't bother as both of them heard him.
"Thanks a lot anyway." he said.
Remus turned back to Sirius. "It was no trouble Padfoot. But I don't think it's smart to leave him here by himself. His fever is pretty high, and that could be dangerous if he's left alone." Remus said.
"I know. And I tried to cut my last lesson short so that I could get back here to see how he was holding out." Sirius told him. Remus looked skeptical, like he thought Sirius could do more for him. "Well what else can I do Moony? I can't take off on my first week. Dumbledore told me himself that I couldn't." he told him, almost pleadingly trying to prove he was a good godfather.
"You could ask me." Remus said. "It's not like I have anything better to do." He told them.
"You would do that?" Sirius asked him. "That would be awesome, Rem." He said. "Thanks."
"You okay with that Harry?" Remus asked him. But Harry wasn't paying attention. His head had begun pounding worse then ever, and he scrunched up his face, burying his head in his pillows. "Harry? You alright?"
Harry let out a moan, and began coughing heavily. "I'll take over Remus. You can use the fireplace to go home, or you can have my couch if you want to stay here." Sirius stated then came over to tend to Harry. "Harry, how are you feeling?"
Harry looked up at him with blurry eyes. He was shocked to be staring at his father. "Dad?"
His father looked completely bewildered. "Harry? I'm not your father. I'm Sirius."
"Well then who are you, and why are you impersonating him?" Harry asked confused and slightly angry.
"I'm not your father!" the person stated incredulously. "I told you, I'm Sirius!"
"I believe you. But who are you, and why do you look so like him?"
"I don't look like him… I told you I'm Sirius Black."
"My last name isn't Black… is it?" Harry asked. His head was pounding heavily, and he was feeling very confused and agitated. "Well, if you look like my father, and your name is Sirius, then my last name would be Black. I think." Harry's head was starting to hurt. "I've got a headache."
His father/Sirius was looking more confused then ever, and finally just looked down at him and stated, "You're insane. That, or you have a really high temperature and you're hallucinating."
"I'm insane?" Harry asked him confused. "Then my name is Insane Black." Harry giggled.
His godfather shook his head, and walked to the table and picked up a bottle of Aspirin. He took out two pills and handed them to a confused Harry, and told him to swallow them with water. Harry proceeded to do so, managing not to choke on them.
"Are you hungry?" James asked him gently, feeling his forehead. "How about some soup?"
Harry stopped himself before he nodded. "I thought I was insane." Harry asked him naively. Sirius looked like he wanted to bang his head against a wall. "I'll have some soup."
His godfather walked over to the table and rang the bell. Instantly, a house elf materialized in the room. Harry's eyes widened. "Wow! Was that real magic? Awesome!" Harry said in an amazed voice. "Do it again!" The house elf looked at him with confusion.
"What would sir like?" the house elf asked.
"Ha ha! You sound like a chipmunk." Harry laughed, but then he began coughing. Sirius gave him some water, and he settled down.
"He'll have some soup. What would you like Harry?" Harry mumbled something about fairy puffs being part of a balanced breakfast. "Whatever kind you like."
Harry watched again in wonder as the house elf popped in and out of the room. He clapped his hands in amusement. Sirius ran his hands through his hair. He took the soup from the house elf, and brought the tray over to Harry. He spooned the lumpy green muck into Harry mouth, only to have it returned to him, via Harry's spit reflexes.
"EW!" Harry stated loudly. "That was horrible. Was that poison?" Sirius cringed as he wiped the green… stuff off of his face.
"It's pea soup. Or at least I think it is." Harry stared at the repulsive substance with his nose scrunched up. His godfather charmed the spoon to shove the stuff down his throat as he went for cover. Harry's nose was scrunched up in disgust at the horrible tasting substance. The house elves where good cooks, but pea soup was just something that couldn't be helped.
"I don't think that was wise, Sirius. When he chucks that stuff back up, who do you think it's going to be on?" asked someone in the doorway.
"Ron?" Harry asked. Ron Weasley was standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"Ron? No Harry, it's me Remus." He stated.
"You changed your name to Remus, Ron?" Harry asked.
'Remus' and Sirius exchanged looks, and Ron turned back. "Yes. I did."
Sirius shook his head. When the spoon had begun serving him air, he ended the charm with a quick 'finite'. Harry sneezed three or four times in a row, then sniffled. James got another washcloth and water to put on his head. "My head still hurts, dad." His godfather cringed at the name.
"I'm Sirius!" he said
"About what?"
"Sirius, he's sick. Let him call you whatever he feels comfortable with." Remus said.
"I just don't think that James would appreciate that."
"Why are you talking in the third person, dad?"
"I think that James would be glad that he sees you as his father, Sirius." Remus countered.
"He doesn't see me as his father! He's sick. That's it. He's hallucinating, and I look like his father to him!"
"Thank you, Sirius. You just proved my point for me." Remus replied smugly. Sirius rubbed his temples.
"All right, all right, I surrender. Call me whatever you want to Harry. Just don't call me Snuffles."
Harry nodded, but stopped suddenly, and groaned in pain. "Does your head still hurt? Hand me that Aspirin Moony." He told him, putting his hand on Harry's forehead.
"Your fever is still really high. Or, I'm pretty sure it is. I mean, your head is really hot." Sirius told him.
"Uh, Sirius. I bought a thermometer, okay? You don't have to guess." Remus, meanwhile, was looking at the Aspirin. "Did you read this bottle?"
"Yeah. It said take two pills every six hours while the symptoms persist." Sirius responded trying to figure out the Thermometer thing.
"Did you read the part that says that you shouldn't give Aspirin to children who have the flu?" Remus asked him.
"Uh… didn't see that part." His dad pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. "Is 106 bad?"
"Yes Sirius. It's very bad. We have to get his fever down or he could start having convulsions." Remus told him. That seemed to sink in, because his godfathers eyes widened.
Meanwhile, Harry was shivering intensely. His fever had gone up a lot, and he had become very chilly. He wrapped the covers around him tightly. "Sirius, take off his shirt." Remus instructed. Sirius looked quizzical, but didn't question him. His godfather pulled the shirt over his head, and wrapped the blanket around Harry.
"Did you see his arms?" Remus asked Sirius, who looked at Harry apologetically.
"Yeah, I know about them Rem."
"What are you doing about it?"
"Remus, It's something between me and Harry, okay?" he turned his attention back to Harry, who was still shaking.
"Grab a sponge and start rubbing him down with the water. I didn't get any alcohol."
"Honestly Remus! This is no time to be thinking about drinking." Remus chose not to respond to that.
"Do you have a tub?" Remus asked.
"Yeah. In the bathroom."
"All right. I want you to bring him into the bathroom and fill the tub with water. Make sure it isn't too cold. Put him in there for a half an hour or longer. You should take his temperature at regular intervals, and see if his temperature goes down. He should be fine when he reaches 103, but I recommend you keep it low."
"Are you leaving?" Sirius seemed pleading.
"Yeah. Two people giving a fifteen-year-old a bath is pretty needless. Just do what I told you." Remus left for the fireplace. "I'll be back tomorrow."
"Why did it take you so long to leave the first time?" Sirius asked.
"I wanted to make sure that Harry wasn't going to die from fever at your capable hands." Remus told him.
Sirius lifted the still delusional Harry and brought him into the bathroom, and filled the tub up. Harry's head kept rolling to the side, and he could seem to keep his balance while his godfather was fixing the water. When Sirius had undressed him and put him in the tub, Harry seemed to wake up from his hallucination, and was confused. Where had his father gone, and why was Sirius in his place? And why the heck was he in a tub?
"Sirius?"
"Oh, I'm Sirius now?"
"I'm sorry." Harry muttered. He managed to turn into a position facing Sirius, and he rested his arms and head on the side of the tub. "I'm sorry for calling you my dad. That must have made you feel uncomfortable."
Sirius was sitting on the floor next to him, leaning against the toilet. "It makes me sound really stupid when you say it."
"Sorry."
"There is nothing you can do about my own stupidity." Sirius told him smirking. Harry managed a half-smile.
Harry looked
around for a moment. "Why am I in a bathtub? And why are you in the bathroom
with me?" Harry asked though he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.
"You're in here because you have a horrible fever that we need to bring down. And I'm here with you to make sure you don't pass out and drown or something." Sirius stated nonchalantly. Harry nodded.
"How long do I have to stay in here?"
"Until your fever goes down, a half an hour has past, or you look more like a prune then McGonagal." Harry smirked. Sirius some how made any situation seem calm.
Harry looked down at the floor mat in the bathroom. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"What subject of nothing? Ron?"
"Remus."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for him to see."
"It seems like he always catches me at bad moments. I mean, when I fainted because of the dementors, and that time when the Dursley's died. Then you asked him to baby-sit me-"
"I did not ask him to baby-sit you! I asked him to come over and look after you for a little while." Sirius defended.
"It's the same thing, Sirius. This is just great. I hallucinated, and called him Ron. And now he knows about the cutting."
"First of all, Remus doesn't care about any of that. Really. And I witnessed a lot of that stuff too. You don't care about my opinion of you."
"Yeah but… You're different. Isn't it time to get out yet?" Harry asked trying to change the subject.
"It's been fifteen minutes, Harry."
"Well maybe my fever has gone down. Hand me the thermometer." He stuck it under his tongue.
Sirius shook his head when he looked down at the temperature. "You're at 104. I think you should stay in a little longer."
Harry sighed. "But really, Har. He doesn't think any less of you. I know about it and I don't think less of you for it."
"Why not? I mean, if I found out you were doing this to yourself…" Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if affronted. "I… wouldn't care either." Harry spook truthfully.
"Then why do you think Remus would care? The people who love you most won't judge you by your weakest moments, but by your strongest."
The comment hung in the air for a while. "How is it that you can seem so naïve once moment, then turn all philosophical the next? It's like you have a split personality or something."
"I've got to live up to my name on occasion. But do you understand me Harry?" Harry nodded slowly.
"This is probably one of the weirdest conversations I've had in my life."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Sirius asked him, though Harry knew he knew.
"Because I'm talking to my Godfather. While in a bathtub. With a fever of 104." Sirius once again raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Harry suddenly had a bout of sickness come over him. "I'm going to throw up, Sirius." he said. Sirius stood up, and looked around frantically for something for him to throw up in. When he could see nothing, he lifted Harry out of the tub and kneeling him in front of the toilet, lifting the lid up.
Harry brought back up the green stuff he had been force fed for dinner. "I'm pretty sure that was going to happen regardless of the fever." Sirius told him.
Harry was not exactly in the mood for his jokes. He was wet, cold, naked, had just puked everything he had eaten, and tears where running down his face. "If Draco Malfoy could see me now." He said to himself. Sirius laughed, but Harry glared at him.
"It was time for you to get out anyway." The adrenaline that had run through him in his need to reach a toilet had run out, making him exhausted, and weak. His head dropped, hanging limply. Harry began shivering from the cold. Sirius, sensing this put his hand on Harry's forehead. He nodded, signaling that it was okay, and then wrapped a towel around him, sitting him on the toilet seat. Sirius got him a pair of his sweatpants, and some boxers for him to borrow.
Sirius carried him back to bed, where he magiced the sheets clean. "Try and get some rest, Har." Sirius told him, laying with his back against the wall, and pulled Harry into a strong embrace as he leaned his back against Sirius. "I'll be here when you wake up."
End Chapter XV – Hallucinations and Pea Soup
End notes: I know, I know. This chapter took me five friggin years. I'm sorry. Have you ever had a chapter that you made fifty million corrections to, and nothing seemed right? This is the best it's been, but I'm still not sure. I think I owed it to you though, for being so patient. Thank you all for waiting, and bearing with me. School starts soon, so that means less time to write. I know it sucks. Summer was lovely. I spent it inside writing.
Thank you all for reviewing. I can't believe how many reviews last chapter got. I had to check to see if it wasn't a typo. It wasn't, amazingly enough.
Thank you alastormadeymoody51, BlueBerrie, Srialb, Lin-z1, Xirleb70, Kim, Melanie, Trance3, blackenedsoul, RosieCotten, and Abarraine. Your reviews were great! : D
Responses to reviews: (done by me, BlackPotterGrl)
A.Dee: Was that enough throwing up, or am I going to have to add more next chapter? I fit some nice Remus action in there. I'm trying to see how I can fit him in permanently any ideas?
Sailoranime: Kind of weird isn't it? A few reviews ago you hated the story, but were too intrigued to quit reading. I guess as the old saying goes, good things come to those who wait. Abandonment issues? Do I want to know? Yes, down with the Mary Sues! Sirius wouldn't leave me in peace for enough time to poke J.K.'s head. She is too stubborn to listen anyway. If you ever threw up on someone, you wouldn't have the power of magic to clean it up though. You are the second person who asked me that. Someone else wanted it to happen. I assure you, I'm not going to go into the land of sex. I though about it. I wrote it, but I couldn't find a scenario that wasn't completely wrong. Or, as you put it, sad.
Senshichan14: Do you live in Silicon Valley? I don't think that giving Sirius Internet access is smart. I really don't. HBO is a stretch. I can just imagine the threats for my five-year hiatus. I'm working hard on next chapter. Really!
Moonlady: Hoorah! You are the 100 reviewer. Any requests? Stories you want me to write? Do you want me to give you a shout out next chapter? I am very grateful. If someone told me when I was a little girl that I would be getting one hundred reviews for my fanfiction… Sorry, I was watching the VMAs the other day. Don't worry if you don't get it. I'm sorry, but you cannot alter the outcome of the fic, so don't waste it on telling me to bring Ron back. Sorry. ^-^
Syvixxe: Hermione doesn't really have that big of a role in this story. She isn't one of my favorite characters, but I do like her. I'll try to give her a bigger part.
Tingling_bells: Actually, last chapter was one of my quicker updates. Sorry about this one. Maybe next chapter, or the one after that one will have the brunette in it. I'm not sure. The dreams were only Harry thinking the worst. They weren't supposed to be predictions.
Wolverina: I don't want to mislead you. That will not happen. I'm sorry. I have to be honest though. I did think about doing it. It just seemed too wrong. It's funny you would say that, because I'm planning a big one. It should be really good. Well… not good. You know what I mean. I laughed when I read you review. It use to be PG, and I didn't think you would ask me to include sex in a PG story, but I changed it. Not because I plan to, but because the row between Harry and Sirius might have quite a bit of cursing.
Lt. Jaina Solo Fel: Thank you very much. Your review really lifted my sprits. Sirius's too. I don't like how Sirius was portrayed in OotP. That is how he really is though. I just didn't like him in that.
SiriusLvr: Thank you. Sirius/Harry is my all time favorite. It's so cute. I've been reading it for almost a year. Your welcome. Thank you for reading my fic.
Lady Arwen of Rivendell: If people get mad at me for making Harry so sick, I'll tell them you told me to. I'm, just kidding. I love sick!Harry. It's fun to write. Probably not going to make Voldie torture Harry just yet. Maybe in the sequel. Thank you for adding me to your favorites list. That's really nice to hear.
Mella deRanged: Ron isn't dead yet. He's just missing. I may or may not bring him back. I know it would crush Harry, but it brings for some nice H/S scenes, doesn't it? I just changed the summery. The brunette will be important in later chapter. Sorry for the confusion.
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