Chapter 11
"Oh—oh my," Judy said, her face paling. She let Jedediah go and went over to Harry, bending down and putting the boy flat on his back. She looked him over, and he seemed to be fine. Unconscious, but fine.
"YOOZ!" Jedediah yelled, pointing his finger at Judy. "You! Yooz killed him! And yooz raped! MURDER! RAPE! HELP! HELP! MURDER, RAPE!"
"Shut up!" Judy yelled, standing up and grabbing Jedediah's arm as he continued to yell, "Murder, rape, help, help!"
"Leggo me!" Jedediah tore out of her grasp and ran—more like stumbled—out of the pub and slowly (but he thought he was as fast as lightning) made his way to the castle.
"MURDER!" Jedediah yelled while hiccupping as he burst through the doors. Nobody was in sight. That made him mad. This was important, why wasn't anybody around? Somebody murdered Harry and raped him. There had to be someone.
"HELP! Someone, peaz!" Jedediah tried again as he stumbled through the corridor. Finally, he saw someone walking through the corridor and tried to get their attention. "HELP! HELP ME! HELP!"
The figure hurried down the corridor to where Jedediah was.
"Blacks," Jedediah said, adding a plural to Sirius's surname. "Help. Rape! Judish raped and murdered!"
With a frown, Sirius studied Jedediah closely. "You're drunk."
"Potty!" Jedediah yelled furiously. "Judish murdered Potty! Down the pub!"
"What?" Sirius frowned. "You're talking craziness. And you're drunk. C'mon—"
"Harry!" Jedediah tried again, trying to stand himself up. "Harry murdered by Judish!"
Sirius helped the drunk boy up, his face looking unsure. "What do you mean Harry was murdered by … Judish? Was he … was he with you? Tell me what happened."
"Come," he hiccupped, pulling on Sirius's arm. "Follow. Come."
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"Thank god," Judy said in pure relief as she saw Sirius and Jedediah come into sight. "A sane person at last! This boy, can you help me with this boy?"
"There!" Jedediah yelled, dramatically pointing his finger at Judy in triumph. "Judish! Murdered Harry!"
Judy scowled. "My name is Judy, not Judish. And I murdered no one—he fainted."
Sirius quickly went into the pub and saw Harry sitting on the floor, unconscious, his back resting against a seat. He bent down and put an arm around Harry's shoulder, trying to get him up.
"Tell me what happened, Judy," Sirius said to the waitress. "Tell me everything."
"These two boys came into the pub asking for something to get them drunk the fastest. I was too busy to take any notice of them, so I gave them some. They asked for refills of the stuff, I gave it to them. Just doing my job. Then," Judy started to look angry. She pointed at Harry. "This one here asked for spoons."
"Spoons?" Sirius repeated, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Yep. Spoons. Wanna know why? He took two spoons—not plastic, might I add—and started banging them on his bloody head! Singing songs!"
"Walk like a man," Jedediah spoke up, leaning against a booth with a smile.
"Yeah. Walk like a man. Not very good, either. Of course he was drunk, I don't know how well he sings when he was sober, but when I tried to get them out this one—" she pointed to Jedediah, who looked triumphant, "—started saying that I was raping him. Then the other stood up, then fell down. Unconscious. I think it was the spoons."
Sirius went down on his knees, Harry in his lap, and started gently hitting Harry's cheek. "Come on, Harry. Wake up."
The boy didn't respond.
"Here," Judy said, coming over with a tall glass of what looked like water. "Just pour it over his face. Ice cold usually does the trick."
Sirius tipped the glass above Harry's face, letting the water fall onto Harry's face. Slowly the boy opened his eyes, looking sick.
"My head hurts," Harry complained. He sat up and then threw up in front of him, holding his stomach as he did so.
Judy made a face at the mess, but went over and got another glass of water for Harry to take slow sips on before she cleaned up the vomit.
"Merlin," Harry muttered, looking exhausted as he leaned into Sirius. "Never ever again …"
"Sip this," Sirius said, putting the glass of water to Harry's lips. "You're still drunk. Not as drunk as before, I think, but still a bit drunk."
Harry shook his head, moving his head away from the cup. "No more drinks."
Then he abruptly sat up and puked again.
"Come on," Sirius said with a sigh, helping Harry up. "Up to the castle. You too, Mr Works."
Jedediah drunkenly followed, throwing at glare at Judy the waitress.
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Sirius had taken Jedediah to the hospital wing, and then took Harry to his chambers. Maybe after the vomiting stopped Harry could tell him why he got drunk, if he already didn't fall asleep.
But when Sirius went into Harry's room to see him, the boy had already fallen asleep. So, Sirius gently climbed in beside him until Harry awoke.
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"Harry?" Sirius called out the next morning as he woke up to find an empty place beside him where Harry had slept the night before. No answer from Harry, but the sound of spewing from the bathroom gave Sirius his reply.
Sirius waited with a cup of water in his hands for Harry to come out of the bathroom, and when he did, Sirius immediately gave it to him.
"Drink."
Harry took the drink, but eyed it suspiciously, like it might be a Potion. As if reading his mind, Sirius gave Harry a look and said, "It's not a Potion if that's what you're thinking. It's plain water."
Harry took a small sip, then walked over and set it on the nightstand.
"I better go," he said curtly, without giving any reason as to why.
"You get drunk," Sirius said, looking at Harry, "and I lay beside you all night watching you, barely getting any sleep in case you wake up in the middle of the night needing something, and after I do that you just want to leave? That's it?"
Keeping his face impassive and straight, Harry gave his shoulders a small shrug. "Thanks."
"No, no," Sirius said, shaking his head. "Sit down and tell me why you decided to get drunk. That's not like you at all."
"I met Jedediah in the halls," Harry said briefly. "He told me where he was going and invited me along. I wasn't in a very good mood then, as you know, so I said … yes."
"So you went with Jedediah Works to get drunk and bang spoons on your head singing 'Walk Like A Man'?"
Harry gave his head a half-nod. "I—What? I really did that? No wonder I have a lump on my head."
"I just don't understand why you'd do that," Sirius said, shaking his head. "Why?"
"Why?" Harry repeated, looking furious. "You're seriously asking me why? I just learn that you proposed to a bitch—the worst kind out there! The only person she likes in the house is you! Imagine, once you two get married, how she'll treat Remus and I! It'll be horrible, then we really will have to move out!"
"That's … not true," Sirius said. "And don't call her a bitch, Harry. She's not."
"Whatever," Harry said, shaking his head. "You just don't see. That or you don't want to see. I mean—why Allyson? Why not Amelia Eve? She was nice. Why Allyson?"
Harry glared at Sirius one last time before turning around and leaving Sirius to think.
And he did. He let what Harry had said go through his mind, and after a few moments of trying to think, he realized the same thing: Why Allyson?
But, he already knew the answer to that. Just the way she acted, so friendly and playful at times, almost like a teenager. Those things made her attractive to Sirius, and if only Harry and Remus saw the things in Allyson that he saw in her, maybe things would've turned out differently.
Sirius was definitely not going to leave Allyson, though. No. Whether or not Remus and Harry didn't like her, he was still going to marry her.
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A/N: I realize it was a bit short. Sorry. I'll update soon.