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The Myth of Finger Prints

All characters J.K Rowling blah blah blah. Ok, this is just a version of the end of Goblet of Fire that I wrote. It is not simply a "Harry and Sirius bonding" fic and I am not going to make it slash by making Sirius nice all the time (as ppl do...!). I reckon he's ok as is...with a bit of attitude and (dare I say it) problems in the old "relationship" department!!

Basically, in the confusion after Voldemort's return, Dumbledor has to get folks out of Hogwarts pronto – and that means Harry too! Harry and Sirius get the chance they have always wanted ...but something is seriously wrong with Harry...

Just see what you think ;)

1.The Consolation Prize

"Sirius," said Dumbledor quietly, "you realise, of course, that I will be forced to send the students home?"

"I'll take him." Sirius had replied before Dumbledor had even finished. Harry tried in vain to get up from his chair; sleep was overcoming him and Sirius caught him around the chest as he swayed. Dumbledor frowned as he looked between them.

"He will have to return to his relatives in time."

"Yes but..." Sirius glanced at Harry, whom he was still supporting, and then appealingly back to the headmaster. "Look, he needs to...I need to know he's alright. You know he'll be okay with me!"

Harry, hearing all this at a distance, falling inside the darkness of his own thoughts, could only manage a muttered, "I wanna go with Sirius." He felt a brief, yet immense, sense of relief when he saw Dumbledor smile slightly and nod.

Dumbledor looked briefly out of his window before turning back to Sirius. "Very well then. If you would be so kind as to alert Arrabella Fig, Remus Lupin...well, the old crowd?"

Sirius nodded.

"Lay low at Lupin's for a while, until I come. And Sirius," he glanced at Harry and smiled slightly, "I needn't say it but, the utmost caution...for both of you."

Harry saw Sirius nod and frown slightly before sleep took him. Someone strong was half dragging, half carrying him towards Dumbledore's fire place. A man's voice shouted something and they were wrapped in warmth, burning and safe and terrifying...

Warmth. It was all around Harry as he woke, which meant he couldn't quite wake up at all. Opening his eyes only revealed an unfamiliar ceiling, one which he was too comfortable and groggy to investigate. Instead he lay, still and quiet, not quite in or out of dreams and listened to a conversation washing over him.

It was only after several minutes his senses began to return, however even this seemed a slow and painful process; he realized, though he had known it all along, that he was laying down rather awkwardly on something uncomfortable and was covered in layers of thick blanket. He tried to move and immediately felt immense exhaustion; every part of him seemed to be aching, completely paralyzed. And there was pain – pain dully burning into him from his leg, his arm, his chest and his forehead...

Harry lay for a moment and listened to his own breathing which was steadily becoming quicker. The pain grew intense in his forehead. Had he just witnessed Voldemort's return? Voldemort was...

Harry jumped up and immediately his leg collapsed under him. He let out a small yell which, though he did not notice, caused the voices (and their distant conversation) to cease abruptly. Although he saw now, on the floor and unable to move as he was, that he was in a small living room, that he had been lying on a sofa, Harry's mind was on more pressing matters; Lord Voldemort has returned! He, Harry, had dueled with him! Did any one know? An old man's face swam in and out of his vision. "Yes," he thought suddenly, "Dumbledor, I told Dumbledor." He felt relief swim through his veins. Relief?

Flashback

"I wanna go with Sirius."

Flash back

Someone was shouting these words at him, yelling! "I wanna go with Sirius! I..."

"It's ok Harry, it's alright! I'm here!"

Harry stopped struggling and opened his eyes; it was as if he was seeing clearly for the first time in years. There was a man standing over him with long, matted black hair, his face pale and panic in his eyes. And it was all coming back and making sense. The Triwizard, the grave yard, Voldemort and Dumbledor and Lupin's and...
"Sirius."

Sirius smiled slightly. "Alright?"

"Yeah...yeah I think so." He tried to get up and fell back again, hitting the ground in frustration.

"It's ok," said Sirius quickly, pulling him back onto the sofa, "I've got you. Just...lay down again. You're tired and you're probably just..."

"What Sirius is trying to say is you're bound to feel exhausted!" This came from a voice in the doorway and Harry strained himself to see Remus Lupin approaching them. He took a seat in a chair opposite Sirius.

"Professor Lupin," Harry confirmed, "hi!"

Lupin smiled. "How are you feeling?" Harry wasn't sure how to answer.

"I'm alright," he lied, "just really..."

"Like you've just dueled with Voldemort?" Lupin glanced at Sirius but Harry attempted a grin.

"Well...yeah. Basically." He tried to sit up properly but his Godfather pushed him back again.

"And people who just dueled with Voldemort are allowed to lie down for a minute."

Someone was laughing and Harry wasn't even sure whether it was him or not. His vision was failing him again and as Sirius pushed him down, Harry didn't even try to stop it, he just sank further in the warmth of the voice. But then the laughter changed; it was high and cold and it had just killed Cedric Diggory.