Breathe No More

Chapter 19

A New Home

A/N: This is in the process of being revised and corrected of all spelling errors. It is currently at chapter 9, though I have posted no chapters up again other than the 1st. Sorry, but I plan on finishing the fic before I revise it. Thank you for understanding. At least I did chapter 1.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I do however own Gailie Salazar Rowena Slytherin. Please don't sue me for that because I can pay you nothing in return. But would you like a penny?

Previously:

"Sirius, this is Harry James Potter—he fortunately came to my house today," Remus grinned at Harry, who grinned sheepishly, embarrassed. He had only happened to come across Remus' tiny cottage because he was running away from a memory. "and Harry, this is Sirius Black—your Godfather."

Now:

Harry's eyes widened, as did Sirius'. He gaped at his Godfather, who was only staring at him in wonderment. This was James' son, this was Pronglet, the boy who he had failed to protect. But now that he was out of Azkaban for good, he would do his best to protect Harry—if he was forgiven, that is.

Tears blurred Harry's vision as he ran without a care into his Godfather's arms. Sirius wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him close. He knew everyone was watching but didn't care, really. He needed this, Harry needed this.

Hermione and Draco paused as they were halfway downstairs. The blond's eyes widened as he realized who was down there. "Who's he?" Hermione asked, clearly confused. "Why is he hugging Harry?"

"That is Sirius Black, he was imprisoned for supposedly betraying the Potters hideout to Voldemort, killing Peter Pettigrew (a friend of the Potters), and murdering 13 people with a single curse," Draco replied.

Hermione's eyes widened. "So he is Harry's Godfather!"

Draco gaped at her. "How the bloody hell did you figure that out?"

"I LISTENED when Remus told everyone who he was," Hermione said and Draco rolled his eyes. "Unlike SOME people who don't care what happens."

"Oh, shut up," Draco glared playfully, and Hermione giggled. That alerted the others and they looked at them oddly from their positon on the middle of the stairs.

"Hermione? Malfoy?" Ron asked in confusion. Seeing their expressions, his eyes widened. "You're friends, aren't you?"

Ginny squealed and ran up to hug both of them. They laughed and hugged her back.

"Well, Dray, I guess not all 'mudbloods' are—how did you put it? Cruel and smarter than you?"

Hermione burst out laughing. "You really do have a high opinion on yourself, don't you, Draco?"

"Yes," Draco said. "Ginny, you're ruining this!"

Ginny only giggled. "Well, let's go down, shall we?"

The three made their way downstairs and soon Hermione found herself in Harry's arms. She yelped and threw her arms around him, squeezing him to death. He laughed and placed a kiss on her lips, causing Sirius and Remus' eyes to widen—they hadn't known he was in a relationship, at age 12. Wasn't that a bit young?

"Well, isn't this a happy day!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed after Madam Pomfrey had left, leaving some Potions for Harry to take for the soreness in the cut that Pettigrew had left behind. Mrs. Weasley placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let's all go into the kicthen—I've just made some tea. Come on, now."

Harry walked with her into the kitchen, feeling nervous to the fact that everyone's eyes were on him. He started helping Mrs. Weasley set the table. It had been sort of a habit at the Dursleys. What with Vernon telling, no, more like ordering him to do it.

"Oh Harry, dear, no, no, no, you don't have to do that," Mrs. Weasley said as she saw him setting the table.

"Oh, thanks, but I just wanted to help out," Harry said, smiling weakly. While he was setting up the cups and plates on the table, he felt as though Sirius' eyes were drilling a whole into his head. Was he so intent to find out Harry's secret? He didn't even know Harry for very long and all ready knew he was carrying a heavy burden and a deep secret.

"No, no, why don't you go on upstairs and take a shower? Come on now, up you go," Mrs. Weasley stated, taking the cups from Harry's hands and pushed him towards the stairs gently. She watched him as he walked up. He was like a son to her, and to watch him go through pain and suffering—it was horrible. She wished there was something she could do for the poor child, hopefully Sirius will be able to do that, she thought.

Ginny and Draco meanwhile were sitting on a couch in the living room, still in their disguises incase they were interrupted by an Auror or someone. Draco had a hand on Ginny's shoulder who was watching Harry's retreating figure. She also saw Sirius staring at him as he walked upstairs. Almost longingly.

Remus turned to look at Hermione. "How long have you two been dating?" he asked her.

"Um—three weeks in counting," Hermione replied. "I was really scared there—I thought he was going to die."

Sirius looked at Remus in confusion. "Harry is a fighter, Hermione, child. He will pull through anything."

"What happened?" Sirius asked in confusion.

"Did you ever wonder how we found Wormtail?" Remus asked. Sirius nodded. "Well, then. Wormtail was hiding in here, he was Ron's pet—what was his name, Ron?"

"Scabbers," Ron replied. "He used to belong to my older brother Percy."

Remus nodded. "Then when Harry fortunately came to my cottage, he showed me a picture of us four and Lily. I told him who you and Wormtail were—he obviously didn't know—and I told him how we got our nicknames. He told me that his friend Ron had a pet rat, and I came over here to check it out. It was indeed Wormtail. He had been hiding here for the last eleven years. But before we could take him to the Ministry to get you out of Azkaban, Wormtail grabbed Harry and forced a knife to his throat, saying he'd kill Harry if any of us went to get help—" this earned a growl from Sirius. "Fortunately, the Dark Mark on his arm began hurting so before he could apparate we placed Apparition charms on the house and a stunning spell on him so he couldn't run away. Then we took him to the Ministry. And well, you know the rest."

"So…how is Harry feeling?" Sirius asked worriedly.

"Well, Peter managed to cut Harry and threw him to the ground," Remus replied. Sirius growled. "Madam Pomfrey fortunately was available so we fetched her and she came immediately to heal Harry. But I think his throat will still hurt for a few days—hence why she brought the potions over. But I do think he might be still feeling…overruled, or…what's the word?"

"I don't think there is one," Hermione replied. "But deep down I think he's hiding more secrets than any of us combined. One of the reasons why he ran away and found Remus' cottage."

"Why?" Sirius asked.

"I think it's best if he tells you himself," Remus replied. "I've learned and I'll do anything I can to help him through this ordeal—he is, after all, Prongslet."

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A/N: Yay! Another chapter done and over with! I know it is kind of tiny, but I really had nothing to work with, but review anyway!