Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Sorry for the long post. My Internet has been down for the past few days, so I couldn't post this chapter the day after "Fading Fast" as I had planned.

Also, I am planning a new story called "The Gift Of Time", which I should start soon. It's about Harry traveling to the Marauder era after a potions accident and all that jazz. I planned it while my Internet was gone.

The Perfect Family

Chapter Fourteen

Cherry Mondoux

Harry opened his eyes, becoming slightly shocked at the surroundings. He was in a weird room, which he couldn't recall seeing before. It was all big and grand; the type of room only a king would have. He turned over to the side and saw his godfather, Sirius, lying down next to him, asleep. That was when he began to remember what had happened the day before.

He had finally been released from the hospital and Sirius and Remus had taken him home to live with them. This was Harry's new home. He found it kind of hard to believe. He had never had a room this large before. Sure, he had seen Hogwarts and everything, but he never had his own room there. He had to share it with four others. This room was actually his. He had never expected to have such riches of his own.

He turned his head to look at the Muggle clock that had been placed at his bedside, right on top of his night table. It was already eleven thirty! He turned over to his godfather, who must have entered his room after Remus' transformation the night before.

"Sirius, wake up!"

Harry began to shake his godfather, receiving no reply. Sirius moaned and turned around in his sleep, but that was all. He showed no signs of waking up.

"Sirius, come on!"

Harry laughed as his godfather let out a whine of annoyance and cuddled into the blankets. He began to snore slightly. Harry sighed and blocked Sirius' nose with his fingers. Almost immediately, Sirius jumped awake, gasping for breath.

"What was that for?" Sirius gasped, still making sure that he was able to breathe.

Harry laughed.

"I was trying to wake you up; you wouldn't wake."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven thirty-seven," Harry replied, looking at the clock.

Sirius jumped from the bed and ran to the door. He left the room; return seconds later with only his head in the room.

"I'm going to change. I'll be back in five minutes."

Sirius ended up taking longer than he had said. While Sirius was gone, Harry pulled himself into his wheelchair, which had been sitting next to his bedside the whole night. They hadn't bothered to fold it up, and at the moment Harry was grateful for that.

He wheeled himself into his closet, which he had slight trouble opening and grabbed the clothes that he wanted to wear for the day. He didn't have any problems with the top, but he didn't know how he would get the pants on. He soon changed his mind and decided for a pair of jean shorts. He lifted his legs up from the chair, by pushing himself up with one of his hands and began to pull off his pyjama pants with his other hand (A/N: And underwear, but I don't want to get into that!). He realized that he could still slightly move his legs. Once his pants were off, he began to pull up his shorts. Once pulled up, he did up the zipper and began to leave the closet.

As he was leaving the closet, Sirius began entering the room. Once he saw Harry, a guilty look appeared on his face.

"Oh Harry, you had to get dressed yourself? I'm sorry that I took long; Remus is still a little ill from yesterday and I went to help him."

Harry waved it off.

"It's okay, really. It's a good way to start my therapy. I'm happy it happened."

Sirius suddenly looked proud. He walked over to Harry, grabbed the two handles behind his chair, and began to push Harry out of the room. As they entered the kitchen, Harry saw Remus sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands.

He looked awful, to put it bluntly. He was pale, he looked tired and the bags under his eyes showed more than usually so. Harry pushed Sirius away from him and began to steer himself over to Remus.

"Remus, are you okay?" Harry asked as he approached his friend.

Remus lifted his head up slightly from his arms. He looked over to Harry with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, though."

"A little tired?"

Remus chuckled before putting his head back in his hands. Sirius moved one of the chairs and put Harry and his wheelchair in its place. He then sat down on the other chair.

"So, what do you guys want to eat?"

Remus shook his head, muttering about wanting nothing, while Harry rubbed his stomach.

"I'm full," Harry said.

"From what?"

"I'm just not hungry."

"You should eat, Mrs. Mondoux should be here soon."

Harry looked slightly confused.

"Who's Mrs. Mondoux?"

"It's the girl they hired to help you. She's going to help you get back on your feet again and be your psychiatrist for all the stuff you have problems with."

"Oh…"

Harry was slightly scared. He didn't really want to express his feeling and tell all his secrets to some woman that he had yet to meet. What if she was mean? He'd feel a lot comfortable talking to Sirius about all of this stuff.

"Why can't you be my psychiatrist? I don't wanna talk to some weird lady."

"I am not a professional Harry. But you can still come to me for anything. You can still talk to me about all the stuff you tell her about, and I can help you with that. But I am not the one with the degrees, so you'll have to talk to her. I might not be able to go as far as her with you."

"Okay."

Sirius clapped his hands, snapping Remus from his nap.

"Okay, so let's have some food!" He said, trying to lighten the mood.

It didn't help.

An hour later there was a knock on the door.

"That must be her!" Sirius exclaimed.

He jumped up from his seat on the couch and ran to answer the door, leaving Remus and Harry alone in the room.

"Don't worry Harry, it's going to be okay," said Remus.

Remus was lying on the couch, under a few blankets, while Harry's chair was placed right by his side.

"I don't really want to tell a stranger how I feel."

"Get to know her, then. You're going to have fifteen sessions with her, I'm sure that after a few sessions, you will be more comfortable around her."

"Do you really think that?"

"I don't think that, I know that."

Harry smiled, though still slightly nervous.

Suddenly Sirius arrived with what Harry knew was Mrs. Mondoux. She was pretty woman in her early twenties, with dark red hair, and deep, warm brown eyes. She didn't look like the kind of person who would be mean.

"Hi Harry, I'm Cherry," she said.

The woman walked over to where Harry was sitting and kneeled by his side. She reached out a hand to shake with Harry.

"I'm going to helping you with your therapy today."

Harry smiled and shook hands with Cherry. He was already starting to like her.

Cherry turned to Sirius.

"Um, Mr. Black, is there a room where we can work?"

"Yes, of course. Follow me."

Cherry grabbed the handles to Harry's chair and began to follow Sirius into the room that he had fixed up for Harry's lessons. The ground had been charmed to be softer, so that in case Harry fell, he wouldn't hurt himself.

"Well, here it is."

"This should be great," Cherry said, "Thank you, Mr. Black."

"Please, call me Sirius. Mr. Black makes me feel so old."

Cherry chuckled.

"If you wish."

Sirius winked at Harry and left the room.

"Okay Harry, today we are going to get you used to using crutches," Cherry said, "While you are using the crutches your legs will become stronger, and soon enough, you will be walking again."

"So, I just learn to use crutches and then I can walk."

"It's not all that easy. We will have to have more sessions where we will exercise your legs to build up muscles. The crutches will help, but only for part of the process. A lot of exercise is needed."

Cherry opened her bag and pulled out two small blocks. She garbed her wand from the table and muttered a spell. Suddenly, both blocks became crutches. She handed them over to Harry.

"First we will test to see how far you are from walking and find out how much work there is to be done. Then we will exercise your legs and build up those muscles."

Cherry helped Harry up from his chair, and helped Harry place the crutches below his underarms. Then she grabbed onto Harry's waist, and asked him to walk with the crutches the way anyone would if needing them.

Harry lifted himself up with the ends of the two crutches and then swung himself foreword. Both his feet landed on the floor, as they should have. But when Harry lifted up the crutches to push himself foreword a second time, his legs gave out under him and he collapsed to the ground.

Cherry immediately helped him up. She lifted him into her arms and placed him onto to the table. She pulled out a pen and began to write down on the pad of paper that she had brought.

"We will need to work on that a little more. Now we are going to exercise your legs."

She put her hand five inches over Harry's left foot.

"See if you can lift your leg to touch my hand."

Harry began struggling to lift his leg to her hand, but only managed to lift it an inch high.

"Okay. Now I am going to help you strengthen the muscles in your leg and we will try it again, once more."

Cherry grabbed Harry's foot and began to push Harry's leg so that it bent at the knees. Then she pulled it back down. She repeated the process a few times and then moved to his right leg and did the same. After a few minutes, she placed her hand five inches over his foot like she had before.

"Try to touch my hand."

Harry tried his best to lift his leg, and this time, he was able to. With both legs too! Harry was happy and relieved that the session was going well.

Cherry lifted Harry up from the table and handed him the crutches. She helped him stay standing like she had ten minutes ago.

"Now, we are going to get you used to using these crutches. Hopefully, by tonight you will be able to use these on your own."

They began to practice. By the end of the day, Harry was able to move around on the crutches on his own. He was so proud of himself for what he had achieved, not caring that he still had a lot more to go though.

The door suddenly opened as Sirius entered. As he saw Harry moving around with the crutches he let out a gasp of surprise and happiness.

"Oh my God! Harry!"

Harry turned to Sirius with a huge smile on his face. Sirius slowly walked over to Harry and looked him up and down, trying to take in what he was seeing. It was obvious that he was shocked.

"Harry, you did it!"

He threw his arms around his godson and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Sirius, I can't breathe!"

Sirius let go as Cherry approached them with her notepad.

"Today's session was a success. Don't have him moving around with those yet; he isn't quite ready yet. Have him use his wheelchair until our next session."

Sirius nodded.

"Is he going to have his Shrink thingy session now?"

Cherry nodded with a laugh.

"Yes, his Shrink thingy session. Yeah, we're going to have it now."

"I'll leave the room to you two."

Sirius left.

"Bye, Cherry, I'll see you later," Harry said as Cherry walked out the front door.

"Goodbye, Harry."

"Thank you for everything!"

Harry closed the door and began to wheel himself into the kitchen. Nobody was there.

"Sirius?"

There was no reply. Where was everyone?

"Sirius? Remus?"

Harry wheeled himself into the big room with all the fancy stuff. In that room he noticed Sirius bent over someone. He seemed to be crying, trying to wake up the person.

"Sirius? What's wrong?"

Harry came closer, gasping at what he saw. It was Remus that was lying on the floor. He seemed to be. No. Dead?

"Is he…?"Harry cut himself off.

Sirius nodded. Harry gasped a second time, tears beginning to fall from his eyes.

"But how?"

"Voldemort."

Harry felt as if he had just been forced under water and couldn't breathe. He couldn't believe it. Voldemort had killed one of his closest friends. The only reason that he would do such a thing was because Harry was living in the house and he wanted him dead. It was his entire fault.

"Oh God…"

Suddenly Sirius began to laugh. Harry was shocked that he could laugh at such a time.

"What at are you laughing at? Your best friend is DEAD!"

Sirius shook his head continuing to laugh.

"He's not dead."

"Of course he's dead, he's right there. Can't you see?"

"He just looks dead, but he isn't. I forced a charm on him to make him look dead."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Harry looked horrified.

"It was all a joke."

Harry spun around and fled from the room. Sirius turned to Remus, thinking that Harry's outbreak was not an outbreak, just him leaving the room.

Remus began to stir.

"What happened?" he asked.

Sirius smiled mischievously.

"I put a spell on you."

"What kind of spell?"

"That one the makes people look dead."

"And why did you do that?"

"To play a prank on Harry."

A look of horror appeared on Remus's face, just as Harry's had been moments before while in the room.

"What the hell could possess you to be so stupid? You know that Harry's is soft with people dying!"

"He's just fine. He left the room a moment ago."

"Did you ever think that Harry might have left because he was angry?"

"No."

"Go check up on him."

"Okay, but I know that he isn't angry."

Sirius left the room and made his way to Harry's. The door was slightly ajar, so he was able to see into the room. His godson was lying down on his bed, his face buried into the pillow. He noticed that his back was shaking slightly. Sirius laughed, at his godson's acting.

"Harry, stop being such a prat."

He walked into the room, and sat on the edge of Harry's bed. Harry inched away from him.

"Harry, stop it. I know that you're faking it."

He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder causing him to pull away.

"Don't you DARE touch me," he yelled.

Harry jumped up from his bed and moved farther from his godfather, using all the strength that he could with his weak legs. It was taking a lot of strength. Sirius could clearly see his puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks. He really did take it seriously.

"It really hurt you, didn't it?" Sirius asked.

Sirius was disgusted with himself for what had had done. How could he have been so stupid to play a prank like this on him? He should have known that Harry was still scared after the third task.

"Damn right I'm mad at you! How could you do that to me!"

"It was a prank; I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well, you did."

Once again, Harry buried his head in his pillow and continued crying. Sirius bent over him and began rubbing circles on Harry's back. Harry pushed him away.

"Get off me! I hate you!"

Sirius' whole body froze in shock. He couldn't believe that Harry had said that. He really had blown it this time.

"D-did you mean that?"

Harry shook his head.

"I don't know, just leave me alone."

"No Harry. Just listen to me. I'm sorry. It was so stupid and selfish of me to play such a horrid prank on you. I should have known that it would hurt you, but I didn't. If you want to hate me, I understand. I've been a horrible godfather."

"No you haven't."

Sirius' eyes widened. Had he heard him right?

"Really?"

Harry looked up to him with a small smile.

"Yeah."

"Come here you…"

Sirius jumped onto the bed and pulled Harry into a hug. He then began to tickle him. Harry began to roll around, trying to fight him off.

"Get off!" he said in between laughs, "Stop tickling me."

Sirius stopped attacking Harry and looked down at him with a smile.

"So you forgive me now?"

"Yeah."

Sirius beamed at his godson, and pulled him into another tight hug.

Author's Note: Lol. Did any of you think that Remus was actually dead? I'd like to thank Eric2 for helping me think up the prank. Thanks.

Please review.

YuYuHakushoLover: I read in a medical book that the human body can last up to fifteen minutes without breathing before going unconscious. Also, there was this little kid that was underwater for almost an hour and she survived. So maybe Harry can be a special case, lol. I used to always forget to end my dialogue the right way, so it's like that until chapter nine. That's when I got my betas. I'm glad you liked it.

ShatteredSoul56: I love fluffiness. What does kawaii mean? Do you love Remus? I do. I love my daddy. Remus is my daddy you know? And Snape is my second daddy. I want to see the results of those chocolates as well. But hey, you might see them in the sequel to "Losing Myself". Hehehe.

Jennifer Strong: I hate when they wont let me review certain chapters! It pissed the hell out of me! I'm glad that you liked it.

SiriusWolf: Some people were hot at forty. Like Ringo Starr and Johnny Depp. But anyway, when I think of Sirius as a twenty-five year old looking man. Daniel Radcliffe is hot, but he's getting ugly now. Rupert is getting hotter though! I like rock star style. I hate Emma Watson with a passion. Gary Oldman makes a terrible Sirius. I don't think of David Thewlis when I think of Remus, but I found David really cute. When I think of Remus, I think of a hot young looking guy. Remus John Lupin. I freaked when J.K. said that his middle name was John. John is my favourite name in the world. I'm obsessed with John Lennon too.

HecateDeMort: I'm glad that you liked it. I can't wait to write the sequels to it. I love using computers, and the sequels are all a lot more interesting than this is.

ciberloco: The sequel to this is "Losing Myself" but the sequel that I will be writing is the sequel to "Losing Myself". There are going to be four stories after "Losing Myself". I like writing about people when they get angry.

lyss33: You called your cat Dumbledore? Aw, that's so cute! I have a cat named Sammie. He's sleeping on my couch right now. He's so adorable. I want to hug him. I wanted to give Harry a nice big house!

Tenshi No Hikaru: I miss Dragonball Z. I haven't seen it since I was ten. Three years ago. It never know when it's on, so I can't watch it anymore L

some chick: I like making Remus sleep lol. The sequel was written before I had even planned this. It doesn't go with it very well. I'm going to make the sequel to it link the two a little better, so that it sounds more like they go together. Sirius is calling Harry those words because he loves Harry and he wants him to know that he cares about him. Ignore "Losing Myself", this one is more important to the next story I will be writing than "Losing Myself", though I will me mentioning some parts of "Losing Myself" in it.

foxyie xox: Hermione isn't an original character. And original character is a character that the author invents. I didn't invent Hermione, J.K. did. You want Ron and Hermione to be together now? In the last review you told me not to put them together. I'm gonna make Krum nicer.

Siriuslyfun19212: Omg! I love your name! It's so cool!

RosieCotten: I'm glad you liked it.

Sexy Black: Call me Angie-Pangie again and I will take off your feedback privileges.

opal: Harry squealing is a funny sight! Oh, so cute!

HOBOrules: I hope that Tom gets better. I'm praying for him as well. You're sister is really mean not to care. I have two godfathers. I can bike o both of their houses. One is my godfather who baptized me and the other is the one I got to chose when I was ten. I love them.

Aqua Mage: Yay! I'm getting better and better! Tell me if I start to get worse and worse.

athenakitty: The Dursleys are in jail right now, but you will be seeing more of them in the sequel to "Losing Myself". (Laughs Maniacally).

Eric2: I hope that you liked the prank. Poor Harry. You made me crack up with what you said about the gold plated microwave."Just to point out I don't think a gold plated microwave would work very well. It would probably short out or kill someone if they touched it while it was on." So funny! I sent it to all my friends! I thought of Harry being electrocuted.

TigerLily Padfoot: There are going to be four parts to this story. The sequel is already posted and done. "Losing Myself". There will be a sequel to that and then three sequels the sequel. I said a few times in Author's Alert, which I should stop with because no one reads them.

ChibiYushiYasha: I' m glad that you liked it! My friend is letting me be her beta! I'm so happy. Her account is foxyie xox. We will be writing a story together under a new name. We were thinking something like "Snuffles and Padfoot" as a username. I get to be Snuffles. Yay! J

FroBoy: I can always help you with your story. My friend is always having problems continuing stories and I'm going to be helping her with ideas and editing and stuff. I could help you if you want.