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Complicated Passions

Chapter 2: Rejection and the Patronous

"Sirius I think I'm falling in love with you!" he blurted. Harry quickly covered his mouth. Sirius nodded slowly. Taking a deep breath he began to speak.

"Well Harry I won't deny that I find you immensely attractive in both s physical and intellectual way, but we cannot act on these opinions of each other." Harry stared at him shocked.

"What do you mean we can't act on them," he asked, his courage growing, "why?" Sirius sighed.

"Harry there are why we can't be together. Mainly because I am your godfather and legal guardian." Harry nodded disbelievingly.

"None of that matters to me. I don't care what people say." He stood.

"I need to get to class," he mumbled heading towards the door.

"Harry wait, lets talk about this!" Sirius said. Harry shook his head.

"What's their to talk about? You don't want to be with me because you're afraid of what people will say. You can't love me." With that said Harry left leaving a stunned Sirius to mull over his words.

Harry ran as fast as he could from the room and back to his dorm. He threw himself onto his bed, crying into his arms.

"Why did I tell him? I knew this would happen!" he sobbed.

"I've ruined everything. How could I have been so stupid. Sirius Black love me. What was I thinking." Harry slowly rolled onto his stomach, pushing his head into his pillow.

He looked up slightly at his clock. 8:15. Class had already started.

'I can't go to his class. I'll never make it through. But if I don't He'll think I 'm a baby and can't handle my own emotions or something like that. I'll take a shower and skip McGonigal's class then I'll go to his.' Sighing Harry heaved himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Pulling off his robes he stepped in and turned on the hot water. He scrubbed himself mercilessly as if his troubles would wash away with the water. Wiping away his escaping tears he turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and threw on another pair of robes. Grabbing his wand and books he looked at the clock. 9:10. Ten minutes 'till Defense Against the Dark Arts. Taking a deep breath he descended the stairs and exited the common room. He lowly made his way to his godfather's class room.

When he reached the door he sat outside waiting for Hermione and Ron.

"Harry, where were you?" Hermione asked helping Harry off the floor, "We missed you in Transfiguration." Harry smiled.

"Sorry guys I had a few things to work out,"he sighed. Ron laughed.

"You're lucky you missed the class. It was so boring. I fell asleep twice. Well shall we enter?" Ron asked motioning towards the door. Harry nodded slowly and entered the room. Sirius wasn't there.

The three grabbed seats in the back of the class and began talking.

'So Harry what do you think of Sirius being our new teacher?" Hermione piped, "Cool isn't it."

"Yeah great," he said unenthusiastically.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Ron asked.

"Not now, I'll tell you later." He nodded and faced the front. Sirius entered the room smiling widely. He scanned the class and his eyes rested on Harry. He coughed and looked away.

"Welcome all to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am Professor Black. But you can call me Sirius, Professor, or Hey Ugly, I'm easy." The class laughed.

"Now since it's my first year teaching I'm not really used to how things go on around here so please feel free to correct me if I make any mistakes. Now lets begin. I remember when I came here the teachers always started out the year really boring, so I want to start with something fun. If you don't mind." The class all nodded with approval.

"Good, what do you think about the Patronous. It's a fairly difficult spell, but lets see if we can't master it. Who in this class knows what the Patronous is?" Hermione's hand shot into the air. Sirius smiled.

"Yes Hermione."

"The Patronous is a spell used to ward off Dementors. With a less skilled wizard you will only produce a light mass, but with an educated wizard you can form that light into a figure by using a very powerful thought."

"Great, 15 points to Gryfindor. Anyone up for a demonstration?"

'YES,' the class said in unison. Sirius pulled his wand out of his pocket, but stopped.

"I have a better idea. Lets have someone in the class produce a Patronous. I happen to know someone who is quite skilled in the spell." Sirius looked up at Harry.

"Harry would you please come up to the front." Whispers flooded the class room as Harry stood. He slowly walked to the front.

'I wont show how I feel,' he thought. Standing next to Sirius he whispered.

"I'll kill you for this." Sirius only smiled.

"Now Harry you know what to do." Sirius stepped back. Harry closed his eyes and tried to bring up the memory of his father holding him when he was little. But he couldn't, images of Sirius being released of his charges, Sirius holding him when he had a nightmare of his parents murder, Sirius congratulating him when he had defeated Voldemort

"Expecto Patronum," he screamed the memory of Sirius in his head. The class gasped. Harry opened his eyes and gawked. Instead of a large silvery stag, a light image of Sirius stood in front of him smiling. Harry quickly shook his head as the image disappeared.

Shoving his wand back into his pocket he raced out of the classroom and collapsed outside the door. Seconds later Sirius exited the room and looked around. Spotting Harry he walked over.

"Harry are you okay?" he asked sliding down next to him. He shook his head

"Sirius I just need to be alone for a while. I need to think. I can't deal with all this when you're around. I just… I …" He raked a shaky hand through his hair. Sirius nodded.

"Well if you ever need to talk I'll be here. I'll write you a note that dismisses you from class today. And Harry……..I do love you." Sirius got up and went back into the room. Moaning Harry stood up and walked back to his dorm.

"That was so embarrassing," he sighed sitting down on his bed.

"He said he loves me. But he means in a father son platonic way. Why do I have to like him that way? Why cant I be normal.?" He shifted and lay down on his back, so he could stare at the ceiling.

"I just need to sleep on it. Things will be different in the morning," he decided unconvincingly, "I won't love him like that. I won't hurt anymore." He closed his eyes and let sleep take over his conscious state.

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