Dear Mr. Jesus (An Abused Child's Prayer)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I also don't own this song, Dear Mr. Jesus (An Abused Child's Prayer), either. The words and music are by Richard Klender. But I do own this plot.

(Continuation….)

[Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die]

Three weeks had passed since Sirius visited Lyra and became her friend. Sirius was now in his room, playing with a small broomstick given by Vincent's mother just recently when his father and mother suddenly came in, both looking grave and sad.

"Hello, Mommy, Daddy," Sirius greeted, looking up from playing with his broomstick. "Look what Mrs. Laziale gave me! Isn't it neat? Vincent and I were… looking… What's wrong?" Sirius asked, noticing the sad look.

"Sirius," Mrs. Black knelt down beside his son. she pulled him close for a hug.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, already getting worried with all the solemn acts.

"Sirius," Mr. Black started. "I don't know how we are going to tell you this, son, but…."

"But what?" Sirius asked.

"Sirius," Mrs. Black said, "your father had just visited the hospital. It… it turned out that Lyra was not just beaten by her parents. She was also cursed. The curse is taking effect now…. She's not expected to live long, Sirius."

"But…" Sirius started, "but she can't…. She cannot…."

Sirius broke down, burying his face into his mother's shoulder as he cried. 


[Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain]

Sirius ran ahead of his parents as he tried to find Lyra's room.

"Sirius! Wait!" Mr. And Mrs. Black ran after their son.

Sirius skid to a stop when he reached Lyra's room.

The little girl was sleeping.

Sirius approached the sleeping figure slowly.

"Mommy, Daddy," Sirius turned to his parents. "She looks like she's all right."

Mr. And Mrs. Black forced a smile.

"Yes… perhaps the doctors helped," Mrs. Black said.

Sirius was about to say something when he was interrupted by a soft groan coming from the bed.

"Lyra!" Sirius rushed to the bed, taking his friend's hand. "Lyra, it's okay! We're all here!"

Lyra didn't seem to hear. In fact, she appeared as though she couldn't see him.

"Go away!" Lyra screamed.

Sirius hesitated, moving back a bit as he looked at Lyra, confusion in his three-year-old mind.

"Lyra?" Sirius said, hesitantly. "It's me, Sirius Black. You forgot?"

Lyra shuddered as though she was scared.

Sirius looked at her, feeling worried. He moved back when Lyra suddenly opened her eyes.

"Go away!" she screamed, staring blankly at Sirius.

Sirius didn't move. In fact, he stayed where he was and would have moved forward if he didn't think of the fear in Lyra's eyes. So he stayed in place, watching.

"Lyra?" Sirius started. "I'm Sirius. Your friend, remember?"

Lyra just shook her head hard, tears streaming down her face.

"It hurts!" she cried. "Stop it! Please! Stop it!"

Sirius took this moment to run to the girl.

"Sirius, no!" Mrs. Black ran after her son but was stopped by Mr. Black's restraining hand.

"Let him go," Mr. Black said softly. "He'll be fine."

"But…"

"Trust in him, dear. He's just three years old, I know. But maybe this is something he can handle more than any adult can."

Mr. and Mrs. Black looked at their son.

"Lyra," Sirius took hold of Lyra's hand again. "Lyra, it's okay. No one's hurting you."

"Don't hurt me!" Lyra screamed, thrashing around, suffering from the mental images as a result of the curse.

"Lyra!"

Sirius, due to his small size was thrown back. He landed on his back.

"Ow!" Sirius moaned.

"Sirius!" Mr. and Mrs. Black ran to their child.

Some doctors entered the room.

"Out," one of the doctors told the Blacks.

"No!" Sirius yelled, "Don't hurt her! Leave her alone!"

"Please, Sir," one of the doctors went to Mr. Black. "You need to bring your family outside! We cannot work with you here!"

"Sirius, come!" Mr. Black pushed Sirius along as Mr. Black and Mrs. Black started to leave the room.

"No!" Sirius tried to run but Mr. Black held him back and carried him. "No, Lyra!"


[I know that you could save her and take her up to the sky]

Sirius sobbed as he looked at the doctors trying to keep Lyra from thrashing too much.

"They're hurting her!" Sirius sobbed.

"Sirius, dear, don't cry," Mrs. Black said. "They're not really hurting her. They're trying to bring her back."

"But why are they pointing their wands at her?" Sirius asked. "You said they point wands when they fight dragons and evil people!"

"Sirius, calm down," Mr. Black said. "Just calm down. They're trying to help. They just have their wands there because they need their wands to perform healing charms."

"Really?" Sirius looked at his father who was carrying Sirius. "Promise they won't hurt her?"

"I promise," Mr. Black said.

Sirius looked at the room where the doctors were. Lyra was still thrashing around, screaming.

Sirius sniffed, feeling scared. He was just watching when he felt a pain in his heart.

"She's dying!!!" Sirius suddenly screamed, clutching his chest with one hand while the other reached out for Lyra. "She's hurting! Stop it! Don't hurt her! She's going to die! Stop!"

"Sirius!" Mr. Black tightened his grip on his son. "Sirius, calm down!"

"Stop it! Don't hurt her!" Sirius yelled. "Don't!"

Sirius' vocal expression suddenly changed. His words changed, too.

"Don't hurt me, please," Sirius whimpered. "I won't go out anymore…. Please don't hurt me."

"Sirius?" Mrs. Black approached her son and tried to comfort him.

"Please, don't hurt me," Sirius whimpered again. "Go away…. Leave me alone…. I won't be bad. I'll be good. Just please, don't hurt me…."

"Sirius!" Mr. Black shook his son hard. "Sirius Black!"

Sirius' eyes gained focus.

"Daddy?" Sirius whispered, weakly. "Mommy?"

Mr. and Mrs. Black panicked when Sirius slumped against Mr. Black, eyes closed.


[So she would never have to hurt again]

Sirius woke up and found himself in a strange room.

"Sirius?" a soft, feminine voice whispered.

"Mommy?" Sirius turned his head and found his parents sitting beside his bed. "What happened?"

"You fell unconscious," Mr. Black answered for his wife.

"Ankoscious?" Sirius mumbled.

"No, unconscious," Mrs. Black smiled.

"What's that?" Sirius asked.

"Well, you went to sleep for a while," Mrs. Black said.

"Oh…." Sirius winced. "My head hurts!"

"It'll be fine soon," Mr. Black said. "Just rest and avoid thinking too much."

"Okay," Sirius said in a slurred voice. He fell back to sleep, something bothering him in his mind.

When Sirius woke up again, this time feeling refreshed, he found his parents sleeping nearby.

"Wow!" Sirius marveled. "I woke up early for today! Amazing!"

Mrs. Black stirred. Mr. Black, on the other hand, woke up.

"Sirius, how are you feeling?" Mr. Black asked. 

"I'm all right," Sirius answered. He sat up, quickly. "Lyra! What happened to her?"

"She's all right, Sirius," Mr. Black said. "She's all right."

"What happened when I fell ankoscious, Daddy?" Sirius asked.

"Unconscious, Sirius," Mr. Black corrected. "Well, it was strange. Lyra fell unconscious at the same time as you did."

"Really?" Sirius asked. "Is she all right?"

"Yes," Mr. Black said. "Sirius, may I ask…"

"Yes? Ask what?" Sirius asked.

"What were you saying before?" Mr. Black was now talking with a serious tone. "About not hurting you and not going out?"

"Huh?" Sirius looked at his father with a confused expression. "I said that?"

"Yes. Along with some other phrases," Mr. Black said. "They were very disturbing."

"But I don't remember!" Sirius wailed. "Why don't I remember anything?"

At this, Mrs. Black woke up.

"Sirius?" Mrs. Black started, "what's wrong?"

"I can't remember what happened," Sirius sniffed. "I'm losing my memory! I'm going to die!"

"Silly boy!" Mrs. Black smiled gently. "You're not going to die. Sirius, it's just normal to forget."

"But I really, really cannot remember what happened!" Sirius moaned.

"Sirius, when one gets unconscious, it's normal to lose his memory about previous events for some time," Mr. Black said patiently.

"Oh!" Sirius perked up. He smiled charmingly as he looked at his parents. "I knew that."

"Sirius, you funny kid!" Mr. Black tousled Sirius' hair. "You really ought to try out acting."

"Maybe I will!" Sirius exclaimed. "I'll be the best actor in the world!" Sirius suddenly looked bemused. "Um… what's an actor?"

Mr. and Mrs. Black shook their heads, smiling.

"Never mind, dear," Mrs. Black said.

"Mommy, Daddy! May I see Lyra?" Sirius asked.

Mr. and Mrs. Black looked at each other.

"I guess it won't hurt," Mrs. Black said. She offered Sirius her hand. "Let's go, Sirius."

"Yep!" Sirius took his mother's hand and went with her to Lyra's room, Mr. Black following from behind.

When they arrived in Lyra's room, they found the little girl awake.

"Hello, Lyra!" Sirius greeted cheerfully.

"Hello, Sirius," Lyra managed a weak smile. "Thank you for your help."

"Huh?" Sirius looked at the girl, puzzled. "What help?"

"I-I saw you when I was in pain. You were in front of me, shielding me from my parents…. I-I saw how you stood up for me and took my pain…." Lyra said, softly. "Thank you."

"But…." Sirius looked at his parents. "I don't understand."

"I think we do now, Sirius," Mr. Black said, speaking for his wife as well. "We'll tell you. It seems that the words I asked you about were from your little experience in Lyra's mind. You don't remember much. But I guess from what Lyra said, you were the one who helped her from losing herself in the curse."

TBC