A/N: Well … This chap may not be as long as the others, but I hope everyone enjoys it just the same. My finger isn't hurting anymore so I have now starting typing up my 7th chap…
Please read and review it *grins* …
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Chapter: Pain, reunions and back to school
*Thoughts are stated inside asterisks and are written in italics*
Pain, reunions and back to school
The days passed by very slowly on Harry's part. His mind
could not seem to adjust to what was happening in the world around him. His
brain was so focused on his now painfully healing wound and staying awake in
the boring infirmary, that whenever anything remotely relating to the way
things were outside of that small room came his way, his mind just blocked it
out.
Harry's day with Ron and Hermione had been rather pointless and uncomfortable
if he may say so. After their little chat the night before they had basically
caught up with each other enough and when it came to the next day they had run
out of things to say. The silence was unnerving for Harry and after forcing
some conversation between the three of them (feeling as if he'd explode from
the tension in the room if he didn't), they bid their
farewells and returned home for the last couple weeks of the holidays.
He whiled away the hours staring out of the window over the cleanly cut grounds
of Hogwarts. And as he did this, the events that happened just under a week ago
kept replaying in his mind, causing him to have recurring nightmares, replaying
Arabellas death over, and over again. Every night that week he had awoken in
the sheer darkness that lingered around him in his lonely nights, in a cold
sweat breathing heavily. And every night he was met with the furious mutterings
of the school nurse,
"Should invent stronger potion…moving about to much…agitate his injury…poor
boy…"
Harry himself was recovering slowly; the wound in his side from where the wood
had penetrated his body was going to leave a rather ugly scar. His thoughts had
been confirmed when he overheard a conversation involving said injury. Madame
Pomphrey had tried her hardest to heal it, but it had dug deep, and her magical
capability was far below the level needed to heal it therefore leaving Harry
feeling very uncomfortable indeed.
His first few days were under the usual fussing of the nurse. But as time grew
on, he began to feel restless, and one evening he decided he would take a
little stroll to stretch his legs...
Listening for any sound of short, sharp footsteps coming his way, Harry slipped
out of his covers and placed his bare feet upon the cold hospital floor. He let
out a hiss as a cold shock shot through his body.
Holding his side gingerly he set himself on his feet and tip-toed to the door
leading to the entrance hall. He turned to the office door to his right and
seeing it was closed he gently pushed open the hospital wing door and after
closing it once more he let out a contented sigh and lent against the door. *Finally*
he thought, *I'm free of that hell!*
He made his way down the corridor and was vaguely following the familiar path
to Gryffindor tower when he came across a room he had never seen before. The
door was made completely of glass and it was glowing with a strange blue. But
as he took a step forward he realised the blue glow was coming from inside the
mysterious room. As he peered into the glass he placed his hand on the door
handle and was surprised when the door was flung open, dragging him inside with
it. Grimacing with the pain that shot through his side at the sudden pull, he
looked at his surroundings and was shocked to see hundreds of ghosts drifting
around. They however did not seem to notice him, as they kept on floating
without turning his way.
Shaking his head slightly he turned and saw a tatty black
veil hanging over a rather large dais and shuddered when images of Sirius'
shocked expression as he fell through the one at the department of mysteries
found their way into his mind. *I didn't know there was one at Hogwarts as
well* he thought curiously as he took a step towards it. *Maybe I could
just take a peak inside and Sirius will be sat there, waiting to be found.*
He climbed up the stepladder leading to the surface, unaware of a certain ghost
looking on in horror. As his hands found the top he began to pull himself up.
The atmosphere in the room had changed somewhat and the ghosts were now
watching with keen interest as one of their own began climbing the ladder after
the young man.
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*Please Harry* he thought desperately, *Don't
do this.*
He was just about to make a grab at Harry's leg when it was
taken out of his reach…
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Harry was just peering into the darkness below the veil when he felt a familiar
yet cold presence rapidly approaching. Deciding to ignore it he leant over the
side just an inch more and reached out to touch the surface. Just as his fingers
skimmed the sheen along the top he felt a tug around his navel area and was
thrown back off of the offending object and began to fall to the floor. He
could feel …something… clinging onto him. But it was not a warm or safe
feeling, it was like he had just been plunged into an ice cold shower and was
slowly drowning as the time lingered on.
He turned slightly and was just about to hit the ground when he looked into a
pair of wide pearly eyes, half hidden by a mane of messy hair, hanging limply
around the once handsome features. He gasped as recognition met his eyes and
felt at peace when he collided with the ground, blacking out almost instantly…
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Looking at the fallen figure below him, he sighed wearily, and leaned in for a
closer look. *Oh Harry* he thought sadly. *Why do you always get into
these situations?* He gently brushed away the locks of hair clinging to the
boys forehead and unconsciously began rubbing the scar hidden beneath. As he
stared at the face of the young man a look of satisfaction came across his face
as he thought *I always knew you would be a looker…just like James*
He chuckled softly as he gently lifted the body into his arms. He had to get
him back to the infirmary. That's the only place he could have come from. Why
else would he be at Hogwarts during the holidays if he wasn't in the hospital
wing? He quickly told the others where he was going and after closing the door
behind him he wandered up the deserted corridor, Harry hanging limply in his
arms.
It was a shock for him when he found out that he could touch things still. In
fact, it was a blessing in his opinion. And the situation he was in now just
proved that thought correct; although rather peculiar…he never thought he could
touch humans? That didn't matter though, he had got his wish to see and hold
Harry one more time, before he said his goodbyes. He knew he could not stay,
and that's what made him so sad.
Opening the hospital door … he slowly made his way to the rumpled up bed and
placed Harry gently back down. After giving him a kiss on the forehead he moved
over to the vase next to Harry's bed and picked it up. *I've always wanted
to do this* he thought while smiling slightly and threw the vase as hard as
he could at the wall. The sound it made was enough to wake up the headmaster it
seemed, as when he was running, well…floating, down the hallways, he saw Albus
running in the direction of the infirmary.
*I hope they notice Harry's injured.* He thought worriedly as he drifted back
into the strange blue room.
"Sirius… there you are! Did you get him back alright?" A tall man came his way,
question shining through in his transparent eyes, which turned to worry at the
solemn look plastered on his friends face.
"I'm sorry Sirius. I know it must have been hard to see him and not be able to
say anything. But sometimes life just…" he was interrupted however by the
other.
"Yea well, I don't think life just does things that are meant to be, ok? I
think that it does everything to spite me. And yes it was hard to see him
there, leaning over that death trap just because of me." At seeing the
uncertain glance his way by the tall man he continued…"Yes it is my
fault. I was foolish enough to get cocky during a match with my dear cousin.
It's my fault I wasn't paying attention and fell through the veil. Now Harry
wants to see inside one because it's how I died. So it is my fault that he
could have fallen…" he trailed off, head downcast, with tears shining in his
pearly eyes. He looked up when he felt a hand hovering over his shoulder in a
friendly way. He thanked him for his support and went and sat back down
with his newly acquired friends.
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"Poppy…What's wrong with him?" Dumbledore asked. Concern etched deep within his
voice. The nurse looked totally baffled and when she had checked the boy over
one last time she sighed and said,
"I don't know Albus. It's just so… Oh I don't understand. If he had been in
here all night, like I thought he was. Then there is no way he could have
sustained such injures. Which only suggests that he must have gone somewhere?
Where, I don't know?
His injuries show proof of a very hard impact with something and from the
position of his bruises and other injuries I'd say it was caused by falling
from a long way up, maybe 20-30 feet?" She stopped again and checked his legs.
"His ankle is broken, I'm guessing he used his legs to try and break his fall.
Why he didn't use his hands I don't know? And his back has severe bruising …
I'm surprised it didn't break!" She sat down on the bed and rubbed at her eyes.
"The poor boy Albus, he must have been in so much pain. How could he have gone
somewhere and got these injuries and still make his way back? It's just not
possible. But there's no one else in the castle is there? Except for Hagrid and
I'm sure he would have told somebody if he had found Harry in such a state?"
Her eyes, pleadingly stared into the headmaster's, looking for an answer, but
finding none. She fussed over Harry's sheets once more and bustled back to her
office.
He turned and stared at the boy lying crumpled in front of him. He knew
he could not have brought himself here after such a fall, even if he was very
powerful. There was no way that he could do that at this stage in development.
But who did?
A sudden idea struck him and he leaned over the boy and cast an ancient spell
on him. A pearly white glow surrounded him, and a streak of black shot through
it at lightening speed. To say Albus was shocked was an understatement. *So it was a ghost?* He thought
offhandedly, *No…a poltergeist, but what
on earth does that black streak mean?* The only poltergeist he could think
of was Peeves, and he was sure that if Peeves had witnessed such an event he
would have been shouting something or other down the halls of Hogwarts. He then
noticed a tiny white strand clinging to Harry's hair. He plucked it out and
placed it in a clear bag that he conjured up. *I'll take a closer look at this in my office* he thought curiously.
"Get well Harry." He gently patted down the soft tendrils of hair making their
way down Harry's forehead and waltzed back to his office…
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He felt awful. His back was aching terribly and a sharp shock of pain flashed
through his leg when he made to move it. He groggily propped himself up on the
pillows provided and blearily opened his eyes. He tried to remember what
happened before he got here, *I was on
the dais and then…* he trailed off his thoughts as he remembered what came
next. He sat there his eyes open wide and his mouth hanging open. This is how
Madame Pomphrey found him.
"It was Sirius!" he said in disbelief.
"What dear?" She looked at him worriedly. She knew that the death of the boys
godfather had been a very hard shock to him and could not stand it if the boy
were to become mentally unstable because of it. She looked questioningly at him
when he broke into a huge smile.
"It was Sirius. He saved me. If it wasn't for him then I would be dead…" He
trailed off as a flash of something shot through his head and looked at the
sheets pulled up to his waist. He made up his mind in a second. He threw the
covers off and began to run towards the door. Not hearing the startled cry of
the nurse behind him and did not notice his legs giving out underneath him
until he was grabbed by a man with a long white beard. He was leaning against
the headmaster panting and crying in pain. His leg had obviously not been
healed yet. And his back felt like it was about to break. He slowly slid to the
ground to rid the old man of his weight.
"What's the matter child?" he looked at the fallen figure at his feet.
"I need to see Sirius." He looked up desperately at the man standing before
him.
"I do not understand child. Sirius is gone. You cannot see him"
"Sirius is here. I need to see him, to thank him. He's the one who saved me."
Dumbledore began pondering this new information. *Well I suppose that settles it…the poltergeist was Sirius but still…The child needs rest*
"You may see Sirius later Harry. Now you should really get some…"
"I don't need any more rest sir. Please…"he looked desperate, "Please just take me back to say goodbye."
Not being able to argue with the boy while he was in this state, he conjured up a stretcher, helped Harry clamber onto it and set off down the corridor.
When they reached their destination Harry found that there was no longer a blue light shining through the glass door, and quickly manoeuvred himself into the room. His heart plummeted when he found no ghosts drifting around and no Sirius staring back at him. After a long search behind every nook and cranny they gave up and headed back to the infirmary. *Why did he leave?* Harry thought sadly. *Why didn't he say goodbye… or… something?*
With his head hanging dejectedly and eyes staring a hole in the ground he did not notice the headmaster's surprised chuckle or the nurse's short scream. He did however notice when a pair of extremely cold hands found their way around his waist. He jumped slightly and swivelled around, hope blazing in his emerald orbs. When he saw the loving face of his godfather he let out a delighted laugh and hugged him rather stiffly of course, he was half waiting to fall through the pearly form in front of him. But when this didn't happen, he relaxed into the embrace and buried his head into the others shoulder. Just being able to breath in some kind of scent from his godfather made everything better in that moment.
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He was feeling on top of the world at the moment. He was half expecting his godson to go running in the opposite direction when he laid eyes on him, and was very surprised when instead he flung himself at him. He chuckled slightly when he realised Harry must have been expecting to fall straight through him due to the stiffness in the embrace. Why he didn't Sirius was still pondering. He knew he could touch things but did not think that humans would still be able to touch him as if he were one of them *Strange* he thought.
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They stood there interlinked, as one. Not caring about those around them. Breathing in each others intoxicating scent…and then it was over.
They drew back from one another and simply walked away. It was like they had made a mutual agreement between the two of them and both knew that they could stay together no longer. It was a rather astounding sight to say the least, confusing in fact. Godfather leaving godson and vice versa, two people who swore never to leave the other and yet doing so. Though one pair of twinkling blue eyes stared knowingly, yet sadly at the scene before him and turned to make his way back to the comforts of his living quarters.
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It was the morning Harry's 6th year began. He had to admit he wasn't extremely excited about this fact. He was more interested in seeing his two friends, Ron and Hermione again. He felt bad about being so distant with them their last visit and couldn't wait to get back in the swing of things.
After he finished his breakfast he went back to Gryffindor tower and turned on the shower. He let the water heat up before he stepped in and moaned as the steaming liquid hit his aching body. Though it was a strange feeling. Almost as if he were the water itself, as if he was intermingled with it, as if it simply flowed through him. He scrubbed roughly at his form and with the now glistening locks he gently rubbed in the shampoo. As he breathed in the fruity scent he let out a smile and washed all the dirt away.
After drying himself and dressing in a (now fitting) clean, crisp set of robes. He grabbed his wand, stood in front of the mirror and muttered a drying charm. Seconds later his hair was again dry and silky, framing his face perfectly. He clumsily put in his contact lenses and stumbled down the stairs into the common room, and out the portrait hole.
Upon his journey to the great hall he was met with various teachers and muttered his greetings politely. He sat down and silently stared at the rays of sunlight making their way through the glass windows and onto the silver platter laying upon the tables.
The butterflies in his stomach seemed to multiply when he heard the hundreds of footsteps making their way to the hall. And when the doors opened and the chatter of the students brought a warm feeling to his stomach, settling his fears from before, he let out a big grin and couldn't help the feeling that this year was going to be better than the last or at least a bit more interesting…
Boy did he not know how wrong he was…
A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out. My finger was better last week but I couldn't get in the mood to type this story up … I don't know why?
Anyway I hope you liked this chapter…it's a bit weird but I couldn't stand Harry moping about Sirius all the time…and Sirius won't be a major plotline in this story…just so you know.
It's a bit shorter than what I first planned but I didn't want to drag on you know… I thought I was beginning to do that.
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Horrible use of tenses and inappropriate use of phrases...
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Some people have been telling me that I should post the suicide scene … others have said that it will only work if written well…
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