Chapter Six

"Get out of my way," Sirius growled, glaring at Moony, who was blocking the doorway. "Get out of my way now, Remus! I have to go!"

"You can't go anywhere, Sirius. You'll have to wait until the morning," Moony replied calmly, although he still looked pale.

"But I have to go now!" Sirius exclaimed. "Harry is hurt! He could be…he could be…" Sirius looked devastated at the thought.

"He's not," Moony replied. "They didn't say anyone was hurt that badly, Sirius."

"I have to get to that damn hospital!"

"Maybe we should go," Mrs. Weasley said quietly, looking at Fred, George, Ron and Ginny.

"Will Harry be all right, mum?" Ron asked, looking up at his mother with a blank face.

"Of course, Ron," Mrs. Weasley replied determinedly, before pulling a bag of floo powder from her pocket and saying goodbye to Remus and Sirius. She led them to the fireplace, letting Fred go first. Then George, Ginny, Ron and herself.

"Remus." Sirius looked at his friend pleadingly. "I have to go. Please."

"Can't you wait until everything clears up outside?"

"No, I can't, Remus! I'll…I'll…I'll walk there," Sirius decided.

"You can't walk there!" Remus exclaimed.

"It's not that far," Sirius explained. "The Hospital isn't that far from here. Just down the road…"

"No way," Remus said, shaking his head. "You're going to walk to the Hospital in that storm? You're crazy."

Sirius ignored Remus. "I don't care, Remus. I'm going." Remus reluctantly moved away from the door, letting Sirius go past.

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"I'm here to see Harry Potter," Sirius said quickly to the Receptionist behind the desk. She looked at him quizzically.

"I don't think there's a Harry Potter -"

"He's one of the boys in the car accident," Sirius said, becoming disgruntled.

"Are you his father?" The receptionist - Jessie (that's what her nametag said) - asked.

"His godfather," Sirius replied.

"Yes, I think they just got here a few minutes ago. Room two ninety-eight." Sirius gave a quick nod of thanks before looking for that room number.

Two eighty-nine…two ninety-two…two ninety-six…two ninety-eight, Sirius found, hesitantly pushing the door open. His eyes automatically found a little boy, not Harry, but Matt on one of the Hospital beds. His face was cut and bruised, and he was unconscious. In the bed in front of Matt was Isabella, looking the same as Matt, except her head had a bandage on it. Finally, he came to Harry's bed.

Harry looked about the same as the other two. Bruised, bloodied, cut and unconscious.

"Will they be all right?" Sirius asked quietly to a nurse who came in. She started looking over the three.

"I'm not sure how long they'll be unconscious for," the nurse explained. "Could be a few days, weeks," she paused. "Months, even." Sirius closed his eyes. Months? Harry could be in a coma for months? Some way to celebrate a birthday. "But," the nurse continued, "any of one of them could wake up at any hour, even." She glanced at her watch. "There's an hour left for visitations," the nurse told him before walking out. Sirius grabbed a chair and pulled it over to Harry's bed.

"Some birthday," Sirius muttered, brushing back some of Harry's unruly hair. "Come on, Harry, wake up," he urged. His heart sank as Harry made no movement at all. He lay still, his eyes shut tightly. Consciousness just didn't seem to want him.

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"I'm scared," Harry whimpered to no one in particular, pulling his feet up against his chest. He rocked back and forth. "Padfoot, where are you? I'm scared…" he said again, fog enveloping him. He stopped rocking to take in where he was. The ground beneath him wasn't hard at all, yet almost fluffy; like cotton. His bent over, his eyes widening as he saw no ground beneath him. It just seemed to go on and on and on…and on…

Harry yelped as he lost his balance, falling off of the cushiony cotton. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his heart beat fast as he started to fall. Where would he land? There was no ground. Would he just keep falling and falling and falling? Harry wondered, fear tightening its grip on him. Surprisingly, though, Harry found himself laying on something. It wasn't as comfy as the fluffy cotton, but it was soft, and he felt someone squeezing his hand, murmuring soft and comforting words to him.

… … …

"Come on, Harry, wake up," Sirius said, squeezing Harry's hand a bit tighter. "You have to wake up sometime, kiddo. Come on…just open your eyes. Come back to me, Harry, don't leave me like James did…" Sirius trailed off, closing his eyes, opening them again soon after. James didn't leave him on purpose. It was all because of him…Voldemort…

"Harry?" Sirius said, hope clinging to Harry's name. Was it just his eyes playing tricks on him - or did he see Harry's eyes flutter?

Harry groaned, shifting in his bed. He slowly opened it eyes. "Ow, my head," he complained, rubbing his head.

"Harry…you're - you're awake," Sirius said incredulously. He wrapped his arms around the sore boy and hugging him lightly, careful not to hug him too hard because he still might be sore after the accident.

Warily, Harry pushed away from Sirius, looking at him awkwardly. "Uh, Harry? Who's that?" He looked around the Hospital room. "Where am I? And -" He paused, observing Sirius. "Who are you?"

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A/N: Okay, here is Chapter Six. I'll update as soon as I can.