Harry awoke to sunlight, wait that was impossible, his room had the window boarded up and covered in bricks on the outside, so the neighbors couldn't see his 'freakiness.'
Harry, holding back a groan, sat up and looked around, he was in a large bed like the ones at Hogwarts, but he definitely wasn't there. The room only held one bed, unlike Hogwarts, pictures of Quidditch players and such covered the walls as well as a picture of Remus, Sirius, Pettigrew, and his parents on their wedding day. All of a sudden he knew where he was Grimwald Place, where the Order was located, in Sirius's old house.
Movement at the end of his bed brought him back to reality, something was on the bed with him, and he scooted as far away from the form as possible, not even realizing he couldn't feel or use his legs.
A large black dog, sat up and looked at Harry, then started bouncing up and down, barking. He looked at Harry, tongue rolling out of his mouth panting. Remus came running in, seeing Harry awake, gave the dog a soft kick to stop it from barking.
"Harry, I was so worried." Remus said as he sat down next to the startled teen.
"Rrremus…Padfoot…..Dog……Sirius. Harry looked around wildly, and then pointed at the dog, causing Remus to smother a laugh, though the dog didn't even try to hide its amusement.
"Am I dead?" Harry asked, causing Remus to lose control of his laughter.
"I hope not, because if you are, then we are too." Remus said, looking at the large dog rolling around on the floor.
"What?" Harry looked at Remus then to the dog.
"Oi Padfoot, shut up." Remus yelled at the dog who was still barking in amusement.
"You see Harry, when your relative's house was attacked; we were coming to get you, that is how we got there so fast. It seems Padfoot here appeared up in some sort of cabinet in Hogwarts, I believe the Weasely Twins have used it on part of the Slytherin Inquisitorial Squad last year. Well Padfoot the dimwit he is was found by Dumbledore luckily, wandering around the school in a sort of daze. Oh and Padfoot, you can change back now, I think it's safe." Remus looked to the dog and it changed into the form of his dead godfather Sirius Black.
Harry stared at him a moment, then threw himself at the man, he looked rather thin and pale, but alive. It was then Harry realized he couldn't feel or move his legs at all because he wound up face first on the floor.
"Harry, are you all right?" Sirius said, as he and Remus picked the boy back up.
"Sirius, how the hell are you alive?"
"Well kid, I really have no clue how I wound up among the living again. By the way it's good to see you again." Sirius began laughing, but tears could be seen clearly in his eyes.
"What's wrong Padfoot?" Harry put a hand on his godfather's shoulder, he couldn't believe he was actually there, really alive, not an illusion or trick.
"Nothing Pup, noting, just happy to see you again, that's all." Sirius wrapped Harry in a huge hug.
"I missed you Padfoot." Harry said, tears leaking from his eyes now.
"I know you did, I missed you too, oh Merlin how I missed you." Sirius said, tears streaming down his face.
Harry pulled away, looking Sirius in the eye, "I'm not dreaming this right?"
"Of course not, do you want me to pinch you?" Sirius let out a weak laugh.
"Uh let me think about it…..no." Harry looked around the room, "So this must be your room, Sirius."
"Yeah it is, Pup, how are you feeling?" Sirius asked sounding concerned. "You don't feel any pain or anything, because we have some pain potions if you need them."
"Nope, it's just…..oh shit, Sirius where are my legs?" Harry asked, trying to lift up the blankets to check that they were still there.
"Do you want me to handle this Mooney, or do you?" Sirius asked, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
"You can take this one." Remus was turned away from the twosome, so they couldn't see that he was crying.
Sirius took a deep breath. "What do you remember about the night the wards fell at your relative's house, Harry?"
"Not much, I cooked dinner, and then ram upstairs when my Uncle and Cousin got home, then there was a loud sound, like a crack, that's all I remember, why?"
"Well there was an attack, as Remus already said. When they found you…..you weren't yourself. They were worried you had brain damage, but as far as I can see you don't have any." Both Sirius and Harry managed a small smile at this. "You were trapped under a part of the roof when it collapsed. Remus and Professor Snape could barely get you out. When you finally talked, all you said was, 'I can't feel my legs'." Sirius stopped to wipe some more tears from his eyes. "We brought you to here once you were stabilized; we know how much you would have hated waking up alone in the hospital wing. Since I can't go out in public, or even let many members of the Order know I'm alive, I have remained in dog form. I have been with you since you arrived. I was so worried, we didn't know if you would wake up."
"How long have I been out?" Harry asked hoarsely.
"A week and a half." Remus interjected.
"So what does all this do with the fact I don't have legs." Harry didn't understand this conversation; he was beginning to feel dizzy too.
"You have legs Harry, it's just that….its just that you can't feel them. Your lower back, your spinal cord, to be exact, was damaged. We don't know if you will be able to make a full recovery." Sirius's voice was choked up with tears. Remus whipped his eyes and gauged the teen's reaction.
Surprisingly Harry wasn't that upset, he just kind of sat there, not in shock but in a kind of resignation. It was as if he knew he had to accept defeat. He knew he couldn't change fate. He couldn't beat this obstacle, but he could make the best of it.
Harry, tears on his face grabbed the crying Sirius in a hug, "As long as I'm with you and Mooney I don't care what happens. It's still my destiny to kill Voldemort no matter what. It can't be changed, I still have a chance, and I'll take it. I love you Padfoot, you too Mooney."
Both the older wizards were shocked at the boy's reaction to this devastating news. They were expecting a breakdown, not this. They then knew no matter what, they would help Harry recover as much use of his legs as possible. It was then that they knew what they had to do.