"Hey...wake up Kiddo." Sirius said. Sitting on the edge of Harry's bed and brushing a peice of hair of his forehead gently.
"hmm." Harry groaned. Obviously not wanting to wake up anytime soon.
"Come on Harry. It's noon time to wake up." Sirius said being a little more forcefull this time. He would be glad to let the teen sleep, but Remus reminded him that Harry had to get a normal schedule and they had to talk.
"Fine." Harry siad quietly. Sitting up on his elbows he saw the fuzzy picture of Sirius on his bed. 'Damn weres the knife?' Harry asked himself slightly panicking. Then let an inner sigh of relief when he remembered putting it under his pillow. Sitting up more he grabbed his glasses from the nightstand. Bad Move.
"Harry...whats that on you arm?" Sirius asked seeing the small red cuts going up and down his arm.
"The Dursleys new cat likes to scratch. I had to take care of him. He doesn't like people touching him. Bad thing when I have to pick him up to move him outside." Harry asnwered easily. He had worked on this lie so many times he was surprised at how easy it was to lie to Sirius.
"Oh..Ouch." Sirius said shrugging of the strange feeling he had that Hary was lieing to him.
"Yeah..Ouch is right." Harry said. Bringing his legs over on the other side of the bad and wincing as they hit the cold floor. Harry looked around to see that he was in a plush room. It was larger than the living room at the Dursleys, and had plenty of bookcases, chests, and a dresser.
"Your clothes are in there. Be down in the kitchen when your done. The bathrooms right over there." Sirius said angling his head towards a door. "See-ya soon buddy." Sirius said. Nodding his head at Harry and departing closing the door softly after him.
Harry sighed a sigh of relief. He was almost caught. All his hard work to hide his pain would have ceased to exist. He would probably be more of a burden if they knew. He didn't want them to hate him. Standing up stiffly he walked to the bathroom and gasped as he saw the large room. It was huge. The sink had three faucets. One for soap one for hot water, and one for cold. The tub was a Jacuzzi. It had many different faucets that were labled with different bubble bath names. The shower was separet from the bath and took up almot half the room it was large and had several faucets coming from the walls. Everything was large and looked immensly expensive.
Harry walked quietly to the tub and started the hot water. Adding a small amount of cold water so is wasn't scolding. He also turned the knob that read 'Berry Bubbly Bath Botanicle.' It gave a fruity refreshing scent. After Harry was sure the tub was filling he walked back into the room and searched through his belongings they had found, finding at the bottom Dudley's mini Ipod he had stolen a while ago. The stupid git had forgotten about it a while ago. Walking back to the tub he stopped the water, stripped himself of the bloody, dirty, and tattered clothing gently. Wincing everytime a peice of cloth rubbed against his many cuts and bruises. Putting the earbuds into his ears he turned the music on full blast. Drowning out all foreign sounds. The shrill voice of his favortie artist Evanescence blasted in his ears. Cleasing his mind of all thoughts. Stepping caustiously into the water he gasped as if hit his bruises and cuts but still sank lower until his whole body was submerged in the hot fresh fruity water. Harry ignored the pain and focused on Evanescence.
After listening to six songs from various artist Harry finally got out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around his waist he looked through the cupboards. Puttibg down the Ipod and searching for medicasl supplies. Finding a few he cleaned his cuts and wrapped his right wrist in a tight wrap. It was the one thing that throbbed the most.
Walking into his room he searched through the drawers brimming with clothes until he found black pants that were slighly baggie enough so they wouldn't rub against his cuts, that hurt a considerable amount less. A plain white tee shirt that fit okay. The first thing he had warn in a while that fit perfect. A black hooded sweatshirt and finally a apair of socks and new tennis shoes he found in his closet.
Walking into the bathroom he found a tooth brush and toothpaste and scrubbed vigously at his teeth for ten long minutes, after repeating this process again he tried to comb his hair but it wasn't coparating as usual. Making sure he was clean, his cuts were coverd, and his wrist wrap was tigh he walked out of his room and down the hallway desending the stairs slwoly.
"What took you so long?" Sirius asked. His voice taking a mock annoyance tone. Harry just smiled a small smile and sat down.
"Here. Eat up. Molly is coming with Ron and Hermione in a few days. She will want to see you plump and fat." Remus joked. Harry's eyes darkened. He didn't want to see them. He didn't want to talk to them. They didn't exist as far as he knew.
"Harry?" Sirius asked across from him. Seeing the young teens face darken.
"Where were you guys?" Harry asked his eyes downcast but his voice adapting a cold anger.
"When?" Sirius asked hating Harry's tone.
"On. My. Birthday." Harry answered slowly fixing Sirius with a cold glare and his voice hard and angry.
"We were here fixing the house. We were going to bring you here for you birthday but Dumbledore said we couldn't. We are really sorry kiddo. Really sorry. As for Hermione and Ron maybe they didn't know about the hour time thing?." Sirius said trying to defend them.
"No." Harry siad laughing a hollow bark laugh that made Sirius and Remus who had sat down next to Harry visibly wince.
"I told them about the break. On the train ride home. Right before I had to leave for that hell hole. I remember saying that they could send things on my birthday. I remember Hermione promising that they would send everything. I remember Ron saying that Dumbldore made no sense making this ban." Harry said starging at both the adults so hard that they shifted uncomfortably.
"Well...ask them when they get here. Until then why don't I show you the quidditch pitch!" Sirius asked jumping up eagerly. Wanting to change the subject.
Harry seemed to think about this for a second them decided to follow Sirius out the back door and onto the pitch. Only after he left did Remus realize he hadn't even touched his food or drink. This was odd. Usually Harry ate everything he was handed. For some reason he hadn't eaten a bite.
"Lets Go!" Sirius said handing Harry his broom and grabbing a broom from the broom cupboard. Harry mounted his broom and pushed up towards the skies.
The wind rushed past his ears, his wet hair drying as the wind forced it to stream past his head. His eyes watered from the wind hitting them so fast but he didn't care. Pushing his broom up into and almost vertical slope he zoomed straight up until he was high over the trees then never missing a beat he turned around and shot straight down towards the ground. Hooting in happiness he waited until he was at least a foot away from the ground before easily pulling up the broom and leveling out. Only when he had stopped did he hear Sirius yelling.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" Sirius yelled pulling up behind him. His face white with fear.
'oops.' Harry thought.
"Um..I wasn't?" Harry answered unsure. Sirius had never acted like this before.
"DAMN RIGHT YOU WERENT!" Sirius boomed back. Harry winced his voice reminding him far to much like his Uncles Harry's face turned white as a sheet.
"Sorry... Just don't do that again without warning me okay?" Sirius asked soflty and genlty. Mentally he was shocked by Harry's reaction. The boy was practically falling off his broom from fright. Harry nodded in consent then set off at a slower pace around the pitch.
For the next hour they played on the brooms. Finally getting Remus to play also they played tag, capture the snitch, and hide and go zoom(Use your imagination people!). When they were done it was dinner time.
"Harry aren't you hungry?" Sirisu asked as they entered the house Harry started walking up the stairs as Sirius and Remus walked into the kitchen.
"Not hungry." Harry answered then turned back around and walked up into the hallway. Harry felt to sick to eat. His stomach ached like mad and his body felt like collapsing. All he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and relive his pain. Which was exactly what he did. Listening cloesely for the sound of aproaching footsteps. Surprised when nobody followed him up the stair to force him to eat. After an hour he fell asleep his hand under his pillow grasping the knife for comfort. Letting him know he could control his pain. If not anything else he could control when he felt pain and how much.
"Let him go Padfoot. He must be tired. Let him have a good night's sleep then wake him up for a full breakfast." Remus said before Sirius could follow Harry up the stairs. Sirius just nodded his head. Not knowing that if he walked into his godson's room right then and there he probably could have realized and stop the young teens addiction. Unfortunatley he didn't and let his godson continue with his drug.
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