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Chapter Two
The young boy Sirius woke up, gasping for breath and with a cold sweat upon his brow. His eyes were wide with fear of his fading nightmare. Quickly putting on his glasses, his eyes darted around his bedroom, looking for any sign of the dark figure, but there was no one there. He was alone.
"Not again," Sirius groaned, falling back onto his pillows.
That was the fourth time he had been woken up by his nightmare and every time he had had it, it seemed to leave a lasting effect upon him. Leaving him with both the fear and the helplessness of his dream self. In other words, it was getting worse and he had no way in which to stop it.
"I can't keep going on like this," he muttered, rubbing the tiredness out of his bleary eyes. He was startled to feel the presence of tears mingled with cold sweat. Strange. This was the first time he had had actually cried after the dream. Sirius frowned as he wiped the tears away with the corner of his duvet.
Knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep that night, Sirius got out of bed, pulled on his new woolly jumper, with the letter 'S' knitted in the middle, over his pyjama top, and headed down the stone stairs towards the kitchen. He was surprised to find that his father was already sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some warm milk.
"Couldn't sleep?" his father asked, looking up.
Sirius nodded silently his head as he sat down beside his father.
"You seem to be making quite a habit coming down at this time, don't you?"
Sirius looked at him in shock. How did he know that he had been coming down?
His father smiled as he brought out his wand and a bit of old parchment from the pocket of his dressing gown. He pointed his wand at the parchment and said: ' I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.' The parchment suddenly sprung to life with the words: 'Messers Moony, Wormtail (A/N Pretend this name has been crossed out) Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present to you the Marauder's Map.'
"I've seen you come down on this," his father explained with a prankster twinkle in his eye.
"Where did you get it?" Sirius muttered with awe.
"Your Uncle Fred and George," Harry replied, looking fondly at the map. "They gave it to me after I tried to sneak to a village called Hogsmeade in my third year."
"Wow!" Sirius laughed. "How did Aunt Hermione act when she found out what you were doing?"
Harry smiled.
"Not too happy, but fortunately your Uncle Ron managed to persuade that I was safe as long as I kept out of sight."
He took of his milk and glanced at his son once more.
"So what are doing down at this time of night?" Harry asked.
"No reason," Sirius shrugged. "Just had a nightmare, that's all."
"A nightmare that has kept you up for the last four nights?"
"Dad, it's nothing, okay? I can deal with one stupid dream!" Sirius snapped, wrenching his gaze from his father's.
Sirius sighed. What if he was wrong? What if he couldn't deal with it? It was true that he hadn't been able to sleep because of it, but that didn't mean he couldn't cope with it? Right? There had to be someone he could tell. Someone. But who?
(Hmmmmmmm.........who can Sirius talk to? How can he cope? Sorry, it's sooooo short, but I'll do a continuation of this chapter next time! And you'll find out soon enough!.....oh, and NO FLAMES! MORE REPLIES! Thanks!!))
