James storms up to Dumbledore's office and barges in. He doesn't even bother to apologize for his rudeness since it looked like Dumbledore was having a meeting. "I want to leave. Now!" He was nearing hysterical.
Dumbledore looks up startled at the sudden intrusion. "James. Good to see you! I'm glad you could make it!"
James was now breathing hard, fighting to control his rage. "I want out of his place. Right now. I will not stay another waking moment. I will not be brained washed like Luke."
Dumbledore blinks. "I'm sorry James. I cannot let you leave." He motions to the other person in the room. "I would like for you to meet our new assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Sirius Black."
James freezes. It couldn't be. Sirius was dead. They had told him...Another lie. "No...he's dead. You told me he was dead!" His eyes blaze with hatred towards the elderly headmaster.
"It was for your own good, James. He was hidden away until they caught Peter and cleared him." Dumbledore says softly.
Sirius eyes the youngster. There was something familiar about him. But what was it? He couldn't put his finger on it.
"No...no. This can't be happening. You're dead. I saw the curse. It hit you and you fell through the black veil." He clutches his right arm as a searing pain shoots through it. "No. It can't be." The once bitter boy collapse onto his knees as sobs rake through his body. His arm still tightly clasped over his right arm.
Sirius stands quickly his eyes widen. The boy had been at the attack. But surely he would of recognized him. He swallows. There was only a few people that saw what happened. His very own cousin who threw the curse and Harry. But surly. He eyes the boy. "H...Harry?" He chokes out. His mouth suddenly dry. He drops to his knee's and wraps his strong arms around the boy, rocking him. "I'm here now. Everything is ok." He looks up at Dumbledore. "What have you done to him?" He stands with the boy cradled in his arms and rushes out of the office and towards the hospital wing. He lays the boy one of the beds, gently. "Madam Pomfrey!" He calls out.
The nurse appears. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Black?" Her eyes then land upon the very sickly looking boy on the bed. "Oh my!" She begins working on him immediately. She draws the curtain shut and shoo's Sirius out.
Madam Pomfrey emerges what seems like hours later. A grim look set on her face.
Sirius is pacing up and down the corridor but stops seeing the nurse. "How is he?"
Madam Pomfrey frowns. "The boy is suffering from severe emotional distress not to mention malnutrition. He is stable for now. But something had to have happened to cause him to take poor care of his heath. Something of great significance. He is resting now so you will have wait to see him until he wakes." She leaves a livid Sirius in the corridor as she returns to her patient.