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Chapter 19 What Dreams May Come
Harry sat up in his bed and looked at the alarm clock. 2:17 was a little too early for him. He and Sirius were going shopping in Diagon Alley for school supplies at nine o'clock. Rubbing his head Harry tried to remember the dream he was having before he woke up.
Something about masks kept coming to his mind. Halloween was about three months away but he was going to be at school that day.
Maybe it had something to do with Sirius. Somehow his dreams always had something to do with his godfather, his death, pain, or the most recent one, his funeral. Harry closed his eyes and felt fatigue wash over him. His dreams would not leave him alone at night, so sleeping was a gift from Heaven. Laying his head down, Harry felt his pillow was wet. Sighing to himself he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the light his eyes burnt as they tried to adapt to the sudden change.
Looking in the mirror Harry saw nothing surprising. Blood-shot eyes, tear streaked cheeks, and the ever messy hair. Then he felt light headed and dizzy. Grabbing the sink, Harry looked back to the door, calculating the fastest way to get back to his room. Sirius was standing there, looking at him.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't feel very well. Will you help me back to bed?"
Sirius just looked at him like Harry was just up to get a drink of water.
"You have legs. Don't you know how to walk?"
"Yes, I do. But I'm afraid I'm going to pass out or fall down."
Sirius grinned at him.
"It's not wise to be afraid. Why?"
Harry's head was swirling.
"Why what?"
Sirius walked into the bathroom and took Harry's shoulders in his hands.
"Why are you afraid!" He yelled, shaking Harry roughly.
"Because you're scaring me!"
"And that would make you fall? Don't be stupid." Sirius said and pushed Harry backwards.
As he fell Harry hit his head on the closed toilet seat and passed out. In his head he cried out for his mother.
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When Harry woke up he was sitting up, being held by his godfather.
Instantly Harry tried to pull away from him. Sirius didn't have to try very hard to keep him still.
"Harry what's wrong?" Sirius asked in a soothing voice, trying to calm him.
"Why didn't you help me?"
"When?"
"When I woke up and felt sick." Harry said in a small voice and looked away.
"I didn't know you were up." Sirius said, now checking Harry for a temperature.
"Yes you did. You scared me. You pushed me back and I hit my head."
Sirius was now looking at the back of Harry's head.
"Harry, I don't see any…wait, what?"
"I hit my head." Harry said, tears coming to his eyes.
"When I pushed you?"
Harry nodded.
Sirius looked at Harry and shook his head.
"Harry, I wasn't even up tonight, and I definitely didn't push you."
Harry felt around on the back of his head and didn't find so much as a small bump.
"Maybe it was a dream."
"You've been having a lot of bad dreams haven't you?"
Harry nodded.
"Are they mostly about the same thing?"
Harry shook his head.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
Sirius sat back for a minute then went to call Remus.
Harry wanted to tell Sirius about his dreams but he was afraid he wouldn't believe him, or that he was just being paranoid.
Closing his eyes, Harry was quite and still as he listened to his godfather talk downstairs.
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"Remus I don't care! Harry has been losing sleep from it. I think he's even hallucinating."
"Sirius, there's nothing I can do. Maybe Dumbledore can give him a dreamless sleep potion or something."
Sirius ran a hand through his hair and looked at the clock. It was 4:00 in the morning.
"Okay, I'll call him later."
"Might as well call him now, I don't think he ever sleeps."
"Okay, thanks. Oh, Remus, I didn't wake you up did I?"
"It's a little late to be asking don't you think?"
"Sorry."
"It's okay, see you later."
Sirius nodded and instantly called Dumbledore.
"Ah, Sirius what can I do for you?"
"Can you please come talk to Harry?"
Dumbledore's face disappeared from the fire and he stepped out.
"What seems to be the problem?"
Sirius explained while they walked up the stairs to Harry's bedroom.
"…And the reason I'm worried is because this has been happening for a while now and I do remember hearing something about how Voldemort used to plant dreams or something."
Dumbledore's face contorted in thought before he tossed the thought away.
"I do not believe Voldemort is a factor here Sirius, but we would be wise not to dismiss the idea permanently."
Sirius tensed as Dumbledore opened Harry's door, as if Voldemort himself would be waiting.
"Harry, Sirius informed me of some upsetting dreams you have been having. Cary to share them with me?"
Harry looked up at Dumbledore and saw his godfather standing behind him.
"They're just bad dreams, everyone has them."
"Would you like me to give you a dreamless sleep potion?"
Harry nodded and Dumbledore sat a medium sized vile on the bedstand.
"Take a small amount every night to assure no dreams. The more you take it, the more dreams may be postponed even after you stop taking it. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"You're welcome, why don't you take some now and I'll make sure Sirius lets you sleep in today."
Harry took the vile and swallowed some of its contence. The liquid was cool and warm at the some time, it made his head fuzzy, and he felt extremely tired.
As soon as his head him the pillow, Harry was asleep.
"That's all you're going to do for him? Dreamless Sleep potion?" Sirius asked the elder wizard, raising his voice.
"It may be the only thing he needs. However, I would suggest you monitor his sleep pattern and sit in his room to see if he talks or moves a lot while he sleeps. It could just be anxiousness. He is starting school soon."
Sirius didn't say anything but did follow Dumbledore's suggestion and went to watch Harry.
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The sun was shining brightly in through the window when Harry woke up. The dreamless sleep potion worked. Either that or he ran out of dreams.
Sirius was asleep in the chair next to his bed when Harry decided to get up. It was noon, but he hoped they could still go to Diagon Alley.
"Sirius. Sirius, wake up."
Harry watched as the struggle in Sirius's mind finally clicked and he shot out of the chair.
"What? What's the matter?"
Harry just looked at him for a while as Sirius started to search the empty bed.
"Harry where are you?"
"Behind you.'
Sirius turned around and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, as if checking to see it he was real.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I was just wondering if we were still going to go to Diagon Alley today."
Sirius blinked is eyes and chuckled.
"Yeah kid we can still go today if you want."
"Yeah, when can we go? Now?"
Sirius grabbed the back of Harry's shirt before he could bolt to the bathroom.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
Sirius pulled him into a hug.
"You'll be okay kid, I promise."
"I know Sirius."
Sirius squeezed Harry tighter and then pushed him lightly out of the room.
TBC
This is the second to last chapter! The last one should be up tomorrow!
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