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Hello! Thank you for all your lovely reviews and advise! Some people thought it was a bit to graphic and if you have a weak stomach, I advise you not to read this chapter or the next one! If already wrote chapters 1- 3 but I donno what to do for chapter 4! So that could take quite a long time. Also I'm not a very fast typer so bare with me!
Silent Tears
Chapter 2: Nightmares
The first thing I did when I awoke from my deep slumber was raise my hand to my throbbing head. Still holding my head, I slowly opened my sore eyes. I blinked, trying to clear my vision before realising I didn't have my glasses on. I looked around the room, wincing slightly from the strain it created on my neck muscles. To my left was a white bedside table, whose colour looked brighter than it actually was because of the black-rimmed glasses placed neatly on the top.
I reached out for them, but my tight muscles wouldn't permit it. I couldn't reach them. Frowning, I tried again, this time straining my arm, forcing it to stretch further. A look of deep concentration and determination crossed my face as I felt my body start to roll slightly. Forgetting about the aching feeling it caused my body to move, I reached even further making my body roll. With a thud I landed on the hospital wing floor.
Scolding, I got up quickly, brushing the imaginary dust of the stripy pyjamas I been put in, and grabbed my glasses. Giving them an accused look, as if they'd pushed me off the bed, I put them on.
As the hospital wing came into focus, I turned around and noticed five people standing in the room all with amused expressions on their faces. I felt my cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. The grins on their faces seemed to get wider. Sighing in defeat I awkwardly climbed back onto my bed. My limbs groaned and starting aching once again.
While sitting up against a pillow, I studied the occupants of the blindingly white room more closely. I looked at the person nearest to my bed and was relieved to see it was Dumbledore. I smiled for the first time in weeks. Standing next to the old wizard was Remus, looking as shabby as ever. My smile widened. The next person I laid my emerald eyes on made my smile wider, threatening to consume my whole face. There stood Sirius looking strong and healthy, a grin plastered onto his face.
Moving my eyes once more I gasped in shock. My smile immediately fell. There stood my mother and father. They were young and powerful standing together arm-in-arm, just like in the photos.
Bt something was different. They weren't smiling. As I studied them, their skin began to become a ghostly white. Burns, cuts and bruises started to form all over their pale, white bodies. They got thinner and thinner until their skin disappeared revealing white aging bones. All the time their panicky screams filled the floor. At the same time they both raised their heads looking directly at me.
I screamed as I looked into the empty sockets. Closing my eyes I continued to fill the room with my terrified music until I felt hands shaking me.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
I opened my green eyes and looked into the blue eyes of my Godfather.
"Are you okay? You were-"
His sentence was cut off and a gurgling sound erupted from hid mouth. His eyes rolled as he fell onto the floor, painting it red. Looking up I saw Dumbledore standing there with an insane look in his eyes. In one hand was Sirius' still beating heart.
Dumbledore turned to a shocked Remus, who took a step backwards as the powerful man walked towards him.
"Albus?" asked Remus uncertainly.
The headmaster responded by lifting his wand. A horrible insane laughter erupted from his lungs. Remus fumbled in his robes trying to find his own wan all the while taking steps backwards as Dumbledore closed in on him. I watched as Remus was backed into a corner, fear in his eyes as the old wizard snatched to werewolf's wand from his shaking hand. Tossing it aside, Dumbledore turned his attention back to Remus.
I knew I should help him, but I couldn't. it was like I was frozen in fear. I didn't even notice my screaming had stopped until I saw Remus experience the same thing Sirius had only moments before. Opening my mouth my shouts and screams almost defended me I didn't even hear the thud of Remus' body hitting the floor or the footsteps of my former headmaster coming towards me. Not until I was magically thrown across the room did I silent myself.
My body had started to throb painfully all over and many of my old wounds had been reopened. I looked up from my awkward position on the floor and saw a pair of cruel blue eyes looking down at me.
He slowly held up the two heart he had just stolen and began to squeeze them until the blood of my old friends poured all over me. Once again I started shouting and yelling. I started struggling, trying to get away from the warm blood, but a pair of strong bloodstained hands held me in place. I realised they were Dumbledores as his face came closer, the twisted smile still on his face.
Then his face changed and a beefy man with no neck and a moustache appeared. At this point words formed from my mouth.
"No please! Stop! Please!" I repeated these lines over and over again.
"Sirius! Help me please!"
At this point I felt someone shaking me, hard. I awoke to see the worried face of Padfoot hovering above me. His hands were on my shoulders, from where he'd been shaking me. I didn't wait to take in my surroundings, I just flung my sore arms around Sirius' neck and did something I hadn't done since before I could remember. I cried.
If I had been more observant I would have seen Madam Pomfrey standing in the background looking confused, Dumbledore next to her a puzzled expression on his face, and Remus looking shocked with a look of disbelieve in his face. I would also have noticed a women with fiery red hair run in closely followed by a man with round black-rimmed glasses. The man gave Sirius a questioning lokk which was answered by a shrug after which he returned to rocking the strange boy in a comforting manner.
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Well another day another chapter! What do you think? I knew some of you don't like the gory bits but they are the only things a can write properly. You should read some of my sentimental stuff! It'll give you a right laugh!!! Well remember to review! And I more thing. The next chapter will be worse so beware! And I might to be out till Monday or Tuesday. Okay? Bye!
Hello! Thank you for all your lovely reviews and advise! Some people thought it was a bit to graphic and if you have a weak stomach, I advise you not to read this chapter or the next one! If already wrote chapters 1- 3 but I donno what to do for chapter 4! So that could take quite a long time. Also I'm not a very fast typer so bare with me!
Silent Tears
Chapter 2: Nightmares
The first thing I did when I awoke from my deep slumber was raise my hand to my throbbing head. Still holding my head, I slowly opened my sore eyes. I blinked, trying to clear my vision before realising I didn't have my glasses on. I looked around the room, wincing slightly from the strain it created on my neck muscles. To my left was a white bedside table, whose colour looked brighter than it actually was because of the black-rimmed glasses placed neatly on the top.
I reached out for them, but my tight muscles wouldn't permit it. I couldn't reach them. Frowning, I tried again, this time straining my arm, forcing it to stretch further. A look of deep concentration and determination crossed my face as I felt my body start to roll slightly. Forgetting about the aching feeling it caused my body to move, I reached even further making my body roll. With a thud I landed on the hospital wing floor.
Scolding, I got up quickly, brushing the imaginary dust of the stripy pyjamas I been put in, and grabbed my glasses. Giving them an accused look, as if they'd pushed me off the bed, I put them on.
As the hospital wing came into focus, I turned around and noticed five people standing in the room all with amused expressions on their faces. I felt my cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. The grins on their faces seemed to get wider. Sighing in defeat I awkwardly climbed back onto my bed. My limbs groaned and starting aching once again.
While sitting up against a pillow, I studied the occupants of the blindingly white room more closely. I looked at the person nearest to my bed and was relieved to see it was Dumbledore. I smiled for the first time in weeks. Standing next to the old wizard was Remus, looking as shabby as ever. My smile widened. The next person I laid my emerald eyes on made my smile wider, threatening to consume my whole face. There stood Sirius looking strong and healthy, a grin plastered onto his face.
Moving my eyes once more I gasped in shock. My smile immediately fell. There stood my mother and father. They were young and powerful standing together arm-in-arm, just like in the photos.
Bt something was different. They weren't smiling. As I studied them, their skin began to become a ghostly white. Burns, cuts and bruises started to form all over their pale, white bodies. They got thinner and thinner until their skin disappeared revealing white aging bones. All the time their panicky screams filled the floor. At the same time they both raised their heads looking directly at me.
I screamed as I looked into the empty sockets. Closing my eyes I continued to fill the room with my terrified music until I felt hands shaking me.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
I opened my green eyes and looked into the blue eyes of my Godfather.
"Are you okay? You were-"
His sentence was cut off and a gurgling sound erupted from hid mouth. His eyes rolled as he fell onto the floor, painting it red. Looking up I saw Dumbledore standing there with an insane look in his eyes. In one hand was Sirius' still beating heart.
Dumbledore turned to a shocked Remus, who took a step backwards as the powerful man walked towards him.
"Albus?" asked Remus uncertainly.
The headmaster responded by lifting his wand. A horrible insane laughter erupted from his lungs. Remus fumbled in his robes trying to find his own wan all the while taking steps backwards as Dumbledore closed in on him. I watched as Remus was backed into a corner, fear in his eyes as the old wizard snatched to werewolf's wand from his shaking hand. Tossing it aside, Dumbledore turned his attention back to Remus.
I knew I should help him, but I couldn't. it was like I was frozen in fear. I didn't even notice my screaming had stopped until I saw Remus experience the same thing Sirius had only moments before. Opening my mouth my shouts and screams almost defended me I didn't even hear the thud of Remus' body hitting the floor or the footsteps of my former headmaster coming towards me. Not until I was magically thrown across the room did I silent myself.
My body had started to throb painfully all over and many of my old wounds had been reopened. I looked up from my awkward position on the floor and saw a pair of cruel blue eyes looking down at me.
He slowly held up the two heart he had just stolen and began to squeeze them until the blood of my old friends poured all over me. Once again I started shouting and yelling. I started struggling, trying to get away from the warm blood, but a pair of strong bloodstained hands held me in place. I realised they were Dumbledores as his face came closer, the twisted smile still on his face.
Then his face changed and a beefy man with no neck and a moustache appeared. At this point words formed from my mouth.
"No please! Stop! Please!" I repeated these lines over and over again.
"Sirius! Help me please!"
At this point I felt someone shaking me, hard. I awoke to see the worried face of Padfoot hovering above me. His hands were on my shoulders, from where he'd been shaking me. I didn't wait to take in my surroundings, I just flung my sore arms around Sirius' neck and did something I hadn't done since before I could remember. I cried.
If I had been more observant I would have seen Madam Pomfrey standing in the background looking confused, Dumbledore next to her a puzzled expression on his face, and Remus looking shocked with a look of disbelieve in his face. I would also have noticed a women with fiery red hair run in closely followed by a man with round black-rimmed glasses. The man gave Sirius a questioning lokk which was answered by a shrug after which he returned to rocking the strange boy in a comforting manner.
(((((((
Well another day another chapter! What do you think? I knew some of you don't like the gory bits but they are the only things a can write properly. You should read some of my sentimental stuff! It'll give you a right laugh!!! Well remember to review! And I more thing. The next chapter will be worse so beware! And I might to be out till Monday or Tuesday. Okay? Bye!