Chapter 2- As the Sunsets, the Sad Song Begins
Wild Horses
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day
Remus came out of the fireplace into the master bedroom with Harry in his arms looking more deathly than before. He crossed the space between the fireplace and the shabby yet clean bed. Sirius fluffed up the pillows, and Remus gently laid Harry down unto the bed. Harry was pale with blood and sweat mixed together all over him. His breathing came out short and raspy. Remus went out of the room to get the first aid, while Sirius gently rolled Harry onto his stomach. Remus came back into the room and Sirius quietly so as not to disturb Harry from his not so peaceful sleep asked, "Why aren't we healing him with magic?" Remus looked vainly at Sirius then just as quietly replied, "Because all the healing spells I know can not heal muggle wounds." Remus opened up the large white and red box and took out some alcohol and a cotton ball. He drowned the ball in the cleaning fluid and started to dab. Harry's eyes flew opened and he began to scream. "Harry! Harry! It's okay! We're just cleaning your wounds!" Sirius assured Harry, because the young man seemed to think that he was being tortured again. Harry some what subsided his blood curdling screams although he was still groaning and wincing under the burning fluid. When Remus finished, he exclaimed, "Padfoot, these cuts are too deep! We're going to have to do the muggle thing, you know, the stitches." Sirius looked confused until comprehension donned him. He nodded and Remus said, "Let's move him to the kitchen we can do this on the table, its large and flat, it will be easier." Sirius nodded again, apparently too worried to talk.
Remus picked up Harry and carried him down to the kitchen. He laid Harry down and gently said, "Harry, Harry, we are going to have to put stitches in your back. Just calm down, we can't Stupefy you, the stitches could pull when we wake you. Can you handle it?" Harry looked up, wincing at the slight pain and replied, "I've survived this long." The painful realization struck Moony and Padfoot like a stray Oblivious charm. Sirius gave Harry a weak smile, then gently turned him over on his side. Remus grabbed the first aid box and pulled out the stitching supplies.
Lupin made the first stitch. Harry arched his back and yelled out in the pain. Remus kept going, it would take longer if he kept going and stopping. Harry kept screaming and tears slid down his face. It took Lupin 30 minutes to do the 8 long whip cuts.
After it was over, Sirius gently put ice on the fully covered wounds. Ten minutes later, Sirius took a soft towel and dabbed at the now melted ice. A few seconds later, and Harry could move freely without death-like pain. He put his hands under his chest and lifted up. His back still had a dull ache, and Harry could very much feel that ache. He slowly swung his legs to the edge of the huge table, and slid forward. HE carefully got off the table, and hobbled over to the kitchen door, ignoring Sirius. "Are you okay?" Sirius asked. Harry paused, but didn't turn around, and said, "What the bloody hell do you think?" Sirius grew speechless and Harry flung the swinging door open and passed through and Sirius watched, hurt, as the door swung back, forth, and into it's rightful place. Harry walked up the stairs, and collapsed in the hallway. He held his face in his hands and tears started sliding down his face.
Remus watched through the crack of the door at the silent sobbing raven haired boy for a few minutes pondering how one innocent child could ever deserve the pain that he had been through. He closed the door silently, then apparated downstairs to Sirius.
Sirius turned at the form of Remus. There was sadness and pain mingled on his love's face. Remus crossed the room to his lover that was leaning against the counter, and buried his face in the man's face. Sirius took Remus' chin in his cupped fingers, and kissed him passionately. Remus fell into the embrace, and sighed at the feeling of Sirius' tongue gently sliding over his lips. Remus allowed entrance.
Sirius was saddened for his Remus. Just then, after gently rolling his tongue in Remus' mouth lovingly, he felt hot, sticky tears sliding down his face. Sirius pulled away, looking sorrowfully at his man and asked, "Love, what's wrong?" Remus, his eyes still closed, his mouth gaping, said, "I.. NO… No one should, should be treated like that, like they were scum. No one, NO ONE, should ever, ever be treated like that. The pain he's been through, nothing… no one… ever could take it away." the tears slid more rapidly down his face. Sirius brushed a kiss along his love's cheeks. He then held the man in his arms, and they rocked, side to side. Remus looked up after a little while and slightly kissed his Sirius' lips, thankful that he had him in his life.
Harry remained in the hallway crying into his arms, rocking back and forth. He felt like he had been there for hours, when really, it was only for minutes. "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?" Harry jerked up at the sound of his godfather's voice, and jumped up though fell back down at the pain of the fast movement. Sirius started coming forwards, to comfort the boy, but Harry crawled backwards, and hobbled up, and limped to the other set of stairs, and scrambled down, embarrassed to be seen crying.
Harry found the back door, and flew through it. Harry ran. He ran. And he didn't stop. The pain escaped him, he felt like a wild horse, feeling the breeze through his hair, his weak limbs, and didn't stop for a long time. When he did, he found himself near a peaceful river. He came to a halt at the river's edge, and suddenly felt angry. Harry jumped in to the shallow river, and started kicking the water, screaming. Finally, he felt himself give in, and fell to the ground, face sweaty, and tearstained. He was crying again, the river of tears seeming never to quit. He stayed in that fetal position for hours. Little did he know that a black shabby dog was in the bushes, watching sorrowfully, and deeply saddened, as this boy collapsed, in a bundle of stress, depression, and what would soon become deadly thoughts.
A/N ha ha, yes I know it is bitchy (maybe) to end this sorrowful chapter so soon, but more is on the way. I cried writing this chapter, so much that is happening in this Harry's life is very much related to mine. Thanks, please review, and the chapters will get longer, hopefully.
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