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Chapter 24

The summer passed quickly for the two boys. Towards the end, Remus came and spent the rest of the vacation at the Potter's. During that time, they plotted against the Slytherins, ate cake, watched Remus do their homework, ate cake, went swimming, and ate cake.

All too soon it was time for them to head back to school. The night before was hectic, filled with lots of screaming, threats, and bruises. It would appear that half of Sirius's things went missing and Remus and James were blamed of thievery. It didn't matter that the items were found in various, random corners as the night progressed.

That night, Sirius also talked to Mrs. Potter about the pills that he had been taking for the past few years. All of a sudden he was starting to feel sick, tired, and dizzy.

"Should I be feeling like this?" Sirius asked Mrs. Potter as he sat down at the table after packing everything.

"No, no matter what you've been taking you shouldn't be feeling like you are." Mrs. Potter stopped talking and eyed the boy thoughtfully. "Have you been feeling feverish recently, or throwing up?"

Sirius raised his eyebrows and thought back over the past few months. He had thrown up once, but he had thought nothing of it. He had also had a slight fever a few days back that he had completely ignored. "Yes, I threw up once at the beginning of summer and I've been feeling feverish lately."

This surprised Mrs. Potter. She really had not expected anything to be remotely serious, and had been hoping for the entire matter to be nothing but a figment of the boy's imagination. However, that would not appear to be the case. "Is there anything else that has been bothering you medically?"

Sirius thought again, and his pounding headache abruptly reminded him. "I've been having excruciating headaches and haven't been able to sleep well."

Mrs. Potter sighed. She would suggest taking Sirius off of the pills, but she didn't want to endanger his vocal ability. Everything she had researched said that technically, Sirius should not be talking at that very moment. However, it was also her experience that scientists usually didn't know what they were really talking about. There was no way that she wanted to take a risk with Sirius though. He was like her own son.

"What do you want to do, Sirius? I cannot reassure you that if I take you off your medication that you will maintain your speaking ability. But also, I can't tell you for certain that you'll be physically alright if continue taking it. It really comes down to what you value the most."

Sirius thought for a moment and then looked into Mrs. Potter's eyes. She was startled at the earnestness that reflected from his blue eyes. "I love being able to talk. It is the greatest thing that has happened in a while. Talking makes me happy and feel more like everyone else. Besides that, I really don't think that the pills are what's making me sick. I have, after all, been taking them for three years, and I haven't had a problem with them over that amount of time. Why start now?"

Now Mrs. Potter was confused. Wasn't he the one who came up to her and said he thought that there was a problem with his medication? Of course, maybe his ability to speak was more important to him than his initial health. Over the past few weeks, she observed, he had been incredibly happy and pleasant, except when he was unable to speak. During those periods, the boy would mope around the house and be a sorrowful little bundle of miserable thoughts and emotions.

"Now, Sirius, we also have to think of your health, too, you know. If there is even the slightest chance that you could be making yourself sick over these voice preserving pills, you must not take them," she urged, gently cupping Sirius's face in her hands. He looked into her eyes again, uncertainty shining through them. Then he pulled away slightly and shook his head.

"I'm sure that I'm not getting sick because of the medication," he responded, sounding confident but still looking doubtful. Mrs. Potter sighed. There was no way that she could get him to change his mind. Maybe the medication really was making him sick, but Sirius didn't seem to care, and if he did, he did a really good job at hiding it. Instead of starting a huge argument, Mrs. Potter nodded and bid him good night.

The next morning, Sirius, James, and Remus got up around 9:00 a.m. They were greeted by a nice smelling breakfast and quickly ran downstairs to eat. On the table there were waffles, crepes, and sausage. The boys sat down and ate greedily, as if they hadn't eaten for weeks.

After they had eaten, Mrs. Potter quickly hustled them out of the house and into the car with their trunks. By the time they left it was 10:15 a.m. They were starting to push for time, as the Potter's house wasn't exactly the closest to the station. As such, they arrived at the station at 10:45, leaving them fifteen minutes to get their items on the train and find places to sit.

However, once they got onto the platform, they were greeted by a horrible sight. There, just about to leave, was the Black family. Sirius halted and his gaze turned incredibly cold. When the Blacks saw him, their gazes turned disdainful and equally cold. This was not going to be a happy meeting.

"Well, look who it is," Mrs. Black hissed angrily, her face turning an ugly color purple. Mrs. Potter looked apprehensively between the two. Between the boy who she had come to love as a son and the woman who had made that boy's life hell since he developed a mind of his own.

"One could say the same thing," Mrs. Potter interjected smoothly. Mrs. Black just raised her thin eyebrows and stared at her with great contempt. Mrs. Potter was amazed that anyone could manage such a patronizing stare.

"And who are you," Sirius's mother asked, looking at Mrs. Potter up and down, who was trying not to pull out her wand and curse the woman before her into an oblivion.

"I am Mrs. Potter, now the guardian of your son," she answered, staring at her levelly.

If possible, Mrs. Black's gaze turned colder. "Oh, so you are the mudblood lover who took in my abomination of a son. I'd pity you if you were not such a blood traitor, like my son. If you can call him that."

"I would certainly hope you could call him that. Oh wait, I forgot that your family doesn't have enough love among all of you to give to a dog, let alone a child that you gave birth to. Which is a shame, because you don't know what an incredible person your son is."

"I know enough to know that he is not worthy of love. How can you love something so disgraceful and despicable? It is not possible, Mrs. Potter. You see, I know how to breed good children. For some odd reason, Sirius did not come out correctly."

"Sirius came out just fine," Mrs. Potter was now on the brink of yelling at Mrs. Black. The audacity that she could say such horrible things about Sirius in front of him. Indeed, Sirius, James, and Remus were standing where they had two minutes ago when they first spotted the Black's. Mrs. Potter continued, "I am afraid that it is you that are warped and corrupted beyond belief."

"And who are you to say that about my wife," a man asked as he walked up. He looked a lot like Sirius, except harsher, and colder.

"I am the person now taking care of your son, Sirius," she snapped in return and turned a cold glare on him.

"I don't have a son named Sirius," he answered coldly and stiffly walked away. Mrs. Potter stared after him, her mouth dropped open. Sirius, she noticed, had turned his gaze to the ground and was fighting to hold back tears.

"Boys, why don't you get on the train now?" she suggested softly. They nodded and said goodbye, dragging their trunks and leaving the adults to finish their argument. After they were gone, both women began a verbal attack on each other.

On the train, Sirius was staring out the window, watching them argue. Mrs. Potter was making wild gestures while Mrs. Black held herself stiffly, without moving at all. Both, however, were furious. Mrs. Potter just showed it more.

"Are you okay, Sirius?" James asked, looking at his friend in concern as the train began to pull away.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, bitterness in his voice and tears in his eyes. "I just heard my father disown me while my mother denied ever loving me. Of course I'm fine."

James opened his mouth to argue, but Remus nudged him the ribs, much to his surprise. He shut his mouth anyways, and they both turned away from Sirius, letting him dwell on his own thoughts.

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