Tears
Chapter 5: Yelling & Seclusion
"Huh? It can't be." Harry whispered barely audible to the other occupants in the area; disbelief clear in his voice and facial expression.
"Harry—" Sirius started, but was immediately cut off by a livid Potter with his emerald eyes flashing angry thunder from irritation, pain, but twinkling from unshed tears that threatened to cascade southwards into the highly polished wooden floorboards.
"Stop, don't you Harry me you fucking fraud. You can't be Sirius. HE DIED! He fucking died." Harry yelled with the tears finally over flowing his eye rims, at last the crystalline salty water droplets fell downwards running down the length of his rosy colored cheeks that were flushed from the knife-like screams and rage.
Just after Harry's outburst a gust of northern wind erupted from nowhere and swept the area, chilling two of the occupants in the room almost at the same intensity as a dementor would. The strength of the icy wind was numbing Draco and Sirius to the point in which the both of them could not recall the problem at hand and started worrying if they would get frostbite.
"Harry," Draco started with a small clatter of his teeth, "control your damn fit of pique. You're unstable and going to freeze us to death and then afterwards, turn us into frozen statues. Look ice is forming all over the place even your tears." Draco finished saying wile trying to quiver the least as possible. He did have his pride after all.
Just as Draco finished his statement, Harry started to calm down. Taking deep and even breaths of air, slowly the temperature started to rise. It was getting warmer ever so gradually.
"Draco," Harry started, whispering the name with a suppressed unreadable force in it, "why? How could you? You of all people, I thought we were friends. I thought we were the brothers we never had. I can't believe you. You were the one person I trusted the most, aside from Ginny. I would have given my life for you." Harry whispered with his face expression full of betrayal and unable to comprehend the reason why Draco of all people could have done this.
Then Harry turned to the person that claimed to be Sirius, Harry's expression changed from one of a wounded man to one that could not be deciphered, an unreadable expression graced his face which in turn was the same feeling he felt at that moment. "Look, I don't know who the fuck you freaking are and frankly I don't give a shit, but what you did just now was fucking low. How much did Draco pay you? I bet it was a good sum." Harry almost yelled with antipathy, wile the temperature was slightly rising with each passing second.
"Harry if you would just let me expl—" Sirius started again, but just as before was cut off before he could finish his first sentence.
"Shut the fuck up Ciaren. I don't want to hear it." Harry said, suppressing the urge to advance on the man and hurt him the old muggle way.
'After speaking with Ciaren, I still called him Ciaren as I refused to acknowledge the man as Sirius for my logic, it was not possible to come back to life.'
'However, I did not pay any attention to the other man, what I wanted to know was how could Draco, my supposedly best friend, my brother in every way excepted for blood(well not exactly), could be so cruel, cruel enough to bribe a man to pass by as a younger looking Sirius.'
'I was baffled as to why Draco would pull such a stunt. Were all those years we spent together trying to know each other like an open book were just a show? A damn fucking bullshited charade in order to hit me with what he knows would affect me the most?'
'Those were my thoughts in the mater. Betrayal from a brother, now I know it was an entirely contradictory effect that Draco wanted me to experience.'
'The matter at hand might have been the contradictory of what I thought, but I, at the time was ignorant of that. What I needed at that time was to get away, to be absent from that bullshit.'
"Harry let us explain." Draco pleaded(and that was saying something), his face expressing sorrow mixed with hope.
Ciaren on the other hand looked defeated, as if he had already known the outcome. He looked like a sad and almost a broken man.
As soon as Draco finished speaking the rising temperature that had began to make Draco and Ciaren have a light sheen of sweat over them, had started to decrease gradually turning into a normal room temperature.
"Fine Draco let's hear what you have to say." Harry responded in a tight voice and a flourished colored face.
'I wanted to listen to what Draco had to say. I really did, but the thought of him confirming what I feared was to over whelming that I could not for the life of me listen to Draco's explanation.'
'But then you may ask, "Couldn't you see Draco's facial expression, since you did describe it earlier that it looked as Draco was showing hope, his voice pleading with you?" Well for that I have a very easy answer, I was blinded with the possibilities that I feared would arise, that I did not pay much attention to Draco's body language.'
"Well... Harry you see—" Draco did not even have the opportunity to finish his sentence before he was interrupted by Harry's silent whisper that almost went unheard.
"Don't..." Harry whispered morosely in a form of a silent whimper.
With confusion Draco began again with, "Harry?" Draco said the name as a question. "I—" but instead of being heard, Draco's voice was droned up by the bursting noises that were being made from the raging fire that was burning with what was left of the logs in the hearth. The fire was previously casting of light that was equivalent of that of ten lanterns.
"Stop, I can't fucking do it. Up until now... I previously believed that I could listen to whatever your explanation could be, but I am not able to. Not if it confirms what I... what I fear." A deadly silent pause hung over the tree occupants of the room, but it was soon followed by the interruption that Harry had provided.
Speaking again, Harry stated, "I need to go. I need to get the fuck out of here." The ebony haired young man said with a note of desperation in his deep smooth voice.
With that said Harry made his way towards the hearth and wield his power to calm down the enraging flames that he had produced. Soon afterwards, the fire was subdued to exactly its previous state.
"Look, I am curious as to what your explanation could be, as to how someone could be revived and be years younger that before." Harry said in a flat tone of voice. "But I can't just believe that without proof and if by some means you do have evidence I am not ready for it."
Harry, having said what was on his mind apperated away.
'I left to the only place that could give me peace of mind for the moment. I apperated to Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, were I could forget what had just occurred for a few precious moments and then when I am ready to open my eyes towards this situation I would see what course of actions I will have to make.'
A/N: Finally the end, well at least for this chapter. It took long enough. I am currently starting in chapter six. I usually don't have the title if the next chapter until I'm at least half way done, but I had this title a little before I started writing ch.6, counted as a tinzy itzy teaser. It's called (or at least part of the title)"Moon Dancer". Let me see what you make out of that. Also sorry for taking a long time in up dating. Oh and Mikki thanks for reminding me about this story, I've had a lot in my plate lately.
