Run away
LuvaboyDanHesmyman's challenge
By Blueberrie
Disclaimer: see chapter one and two
Chapter 3
He hadn't meant to hurt him, he'd been hurt enough in his short life. But he had to get him out of that hospital, before the Dursley's did. Blue eyes darkened dangerously, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were a pasty white.
The haggard man looked out across the deserted countryside at the setting sun. The sky was a sea of colour; deep crimson mixed with amber, purple and blue. Day was quickly turning into night, bringing with it all the horrors that lurked within the shadows.
The fading light sent harsh shadows across the convict's faces, making him seem older then his years. He looked tired and fed up, but his eyes, his eyes were hollow pits full of nothing but guilt and sadness.
The small figure beside him stirred, Sirius shuffled towards the small boy slightly. Sirius lovingly stroked the boy's wild black hair; a small smile tugged his lips. He held his breath as he eyed a large bruise on the side of the boy's head. "I had to do it, I'm so sorry Harry, but they were coming for you, I'm sorry." His voice was raspy from disuse. Sirius continued to run his fingers through the young boy's hair, overwhelmed in happiness. He finally had his godson back, and everything was going to be ok.
Sirius felt Harry tense beside him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his godson spring up to his feet and back away from him, his eyes wild in fear and anger.
"Harry…" Sirius said cautiously, risking a step towards the frightened boy, holding his hand out to the boy. Harry sank away from the hand.
"S-stay away f-f-from m-me." His voice shock, a feeling a dread growed in the pit of his stomach. The man in front of him hesitated, hurt shone in his eyes. Harry eyed him carefully, did he know him? He seems so familiar. He shock himself forcefully, Sirius Black is a mass murderer, how many people had he killed? 13? 14? What's to say he won't be next?
"I won't hurt you Harry." His captor's voice cut through his thoughts like knives. But he sounds so sincere.
Harry looked at Sirius strangely; recognition flickered in the boys emerald eyes. "Padfoot?" the boy's question was barely above a whisper.
Sirius blinked, how could he remember that? He was just a baby. Harry misunderstood the man's hesitation, "You're not…I'm sorry, you just reminded me of someone who I…" the boy broke of into serious thought. Someone who I used to know? Did I know him before the crash? Before my parents died…but he was a dog. The assumption of Padfoot being a dog came naturally to him. The boy stared into his clear blue eyes, which were full of hope and love. He has the same eyes, harry automatically thought, but they used to be full of laughter and mischief…."You have his eyes…But you can't be him…" he spoke to himself.
Sirius jumped to his knees in front of the boy, grasping his little hands within his. Harry flinched at the touch. "Do you remember me? Harry? Padfoot?" his eyes were full of hope and longing.
Harry backed away from him, this heart beating in his throat. The need to feel loved ebbed away. What was I thinking!? This is Sirius Black! Mass murderer! Harry backed away even further; he's going to kill you a dark voice in the back of his mind taunted dangerously. Adrenaline pumped through every vein in his body in the matter of seconds, his heart was beating furiously in his throat. He's using your stupidity to gain your trust; he's not Padfoot. The truth hurt, if Padfoot was real, he would be with him right now, he would have never lived with the Dursley's.
Sirius, the man Harry was convinced was about to kill him looked at him, his blue eyes full of concern, the eyes that were so much like someone he used to know. A whole load of 'what ifs' flew around the young boys head, what if this is really Padfoot? He seems to care…He closed his eyes momentary, images of a motorbike flying, laughing blue eyes, on the face of the very man before him, only younger, images of those same laughing blue eyes on a huge black dog.
"Harry? I'm not going to hurt you, I swear. I promised that to your mother and farther the day I found out that you were going to be born, and again when I was made your godfather." Green eyes locked with his, his eyes were so much like Lily's, a gateway into their emotions. "You have your mother's eyes, but you look like your father, James."
"You knew my parents?" Harry asked, he stepped forward into the moonlight, his eyes mirrored his face, a sense of longing clouded his face. An empty feeling in the pit of his stomach faded slightly, it had been there for as long as he could remember. The feeling was slowly being replaced with a thirst for knowledge.
Black's expression was unreadable, "Yes...I d-did." His voice cracked, his demons were coming back to haunt him.
"Did you kill them?" Harry blurted out, dread dripped of every word. He instantly regretted asking. 13 people, he killed 13 people. You're next…the voice was back, and this time he wouldn't ignore the warning. After looking at Black's face one last time, he ran. He ran like he had never run before.
Wind blow painfully in his face, branches whipped through his hospital garments, ripping through the thin blue fabric, drawing blood. His breath came out in ragged, irregular gasps. The wound his uncle had given him had healed unnaturally fast; every doctor he saw said so. But a biting pain was creeping back into his lower stomach, and it was getting more and more painful with every breath he took.
Harry slowed down painfully fast; he could hear the heavy breathing and footsteps of his persuer. The small boy clutched his old wound feebly, his head felt light and he was sure he was about to collapse any second now, but he had to keep going, to get away…
"Harry!" Sirius shouted, he was out of breath, Harry noted, if only he could keep going a little bit long…he might lose him…
From this new bout of determination, Harry burst out of the woods with a tremendous amount of speed. Harry slowed down almost instantly; in front of him was three hundred metres of grass and a steep slope of about seventy metres. The moonlight lit up thick woodland of bushes and trees of all sorts at the bottom of the slope. The slope itself was littered with trees, tree stumps, bushes and thick long grass that came up to Harry's thigh.
Harry ran down the slope, with Sirius hot on his trail, calling to him. The pain in Harry's stomach came back with a biting vengeance. His vision clouded with pain and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The boy stumbled on a raised thick tree root; he fell forward, crashing his wrist on a tree stump. The-boy-lived cried out in pain as his wrist bone broke with a tree like snap. Harry heard his name called faintly from far in the distance as he crashed through 20 feet of woodland. He fell down a 2-metre drop into a ditch and landed to rest painfully on his shoulder. He felt a warm wetness run across his face and soaked into his hair, he heard the blood rush in his ears, he heard a ear splitting call of his name. He felt the presence of the one he was trying to escape. He heard him cry out his name and break down into heart wrenching sobs. Was he dead? Was he dying? He was soaked to the bone…in blood…his blood? Pain flooded every nerve in his body, he opened his mouth in a silent scream.
Tears flowed down his blood-streaked face. Then he know no more.
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