Chapter 3. Breaking through the wall

'Is he dead?'

'Of course not… Why don't we just leave him here behind?'

Harry heard voices, but his head hurt to much to open his eyes.

What had happened?

All he remembered was that he had turned around and… Nothing.

'Yazz, are you nuts?! We can't just leave him here!'

'Fine… What can we do then?'

Harry opened his eyes and saw two girls bending over him, arguing with each other.

'Maybe help me?' He suggested silently.

The girls screamed of angst and Yazz slapped him across the face, as reaction to her fright.

'Ouch! What did I do to deserve that?'

Sell gave Yazz a stern look and helped Harry up.

She didn't trust him, but it didn't seem as if he was able to hurt them right away, so…

'Why did you follow us?' She asked. At least he could give them an explanation, she figured.

'Why did you ran?' Harry responded directly.

Yazz and Sell looked at each other.

How were they going to respond?

We heard you scream that you'll kill someone and then we saw an owl and we just freaked?

Sell had to smile a bit with that thought.

It sounded insane if she just thought it, what if she said it out loud?

She looked at Yazz en she seemed to get the hint.

'We don't know… We just… Freaked.'

Sell slapped her hand to her forehead.

Great, now they officially were considered insane, thanks Yazz. She thought angry.

'You freaked?' Harry said while he was getting on his feet.

Oh well, no point of turning around the belly, now is there?

Sell sighed.

'We heard you scream in your sleep that you were going to kill someone and it seemed as if you meant it. Then that owl came and we just freaked. There, satisfied?'

If it had been physically possible, Harry's eyes would have popped right out of their sockets.

Sell and Yazz looked to Harry, both had no expression on their faces.

Harry on the other hand had thousands of expressions flashing on his face.

Amazement, fear, angst, horror, anger, misunderstanding…

But most of all regret and sorrow.

He became very pale and his thoughts seemed to be very far away, so they both noticed.

They felt uncomfortable, as they always did when a situation seemed to get emotional.

Both of the girls, but Sell the most couldn't handle emotions very well.

Their own, they could, but when it came to other people's emotions, they seemed numb to it.

Yazz put her arm around Harry and seemed to try and comfort him, but didn't seem to succeed.

She was wrong.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to collapse with all the weight on his shoulders and he started sobbing like a little child.

Sell looked at him, almost disgusted.

Ever since the accident, she couldn't handle such situations very well.

She was of opinion that emotions weren't to be shown openly, but yet…

Harry didn't seem the kind of weak boy, but the strong one.

What made him seem to desperate?

Yazz pulled him closer, while sharing a look of non-understanding with Sell.

This action seemed the last barrier Harry needed to break and he fell on his knees, pulling Yazz with him.

'I didn't want him to die! Why did he follow me!'

Harry felt as if he needed to say it out loud, or the grief would tear him apart.

'What happened? Who died?' Sell asked curiously.

Harry looked up. It seemed he could trust them, how weird it seemed.

They were going to be able to understand, he felt.

'My godfather… Sirius…'

The tears were streaking down his face and Yazz's sweater became all wet, but she didn't really care.

Both of the girls felt as if their own wall, that they had built to protect them of any more pain, seemed to crack and break.

Sell kneeled down and comforted Harry too.

'Calm down. Tell us what happened.'

She tried to speak calmly, but her voice broke too.

This reminded her much to the times she had cried silently over the dead of her real parents and her foster-parents.

She swallowed her own tears in, she could not and would not have a breakdown here.

Harry too swallowed and hiccuped a bit while he was gathering the strength to tell his story.

He let go of Yazz, only for a bit.

It seemed as if he needed something, or someone for that matter, to hold on to.

He sighed and drew a large breath.

'He was my godfather, Sirius.'

Sell and Yazz looked to the wet face of Harry. His eyes seemed to have lost a bit of their sparkle, they thought he had had.

'He died while he was trying to rescue me from a death I myself have searched for…'

Sell noticed that it seemed as if Harry wasn't talking to them anymore, but to himself.

'If I had only listened and didn't follow the trap. Sirius would've still been here.'

He bowed his head.

'Voldemort lured me and I was that thick to follow his plan like a little child. I should've known better.'

What was he talking about? Lured me? Follow his plan? What was this all about? Some kind of sick psycho?

Sell and Yazz both had mutinous thoughts streaming to each other.

Harry kept on muttering and time past them by, while tears keep on coming.

'He shouldn't have followed… I hate him… But why! Damn him… I don't understand….'

That were some of the things he was whispering, and Sell and Yazz just kept comforting, holding him.

It must have looked strangely to any other person passing by that night, but to the trio it seemed as if sitting on the street, out in the open air, cleared their thoughts, hearts and sorrow and broke their protective wall.

After a couple of hours, Yazz and Sell were slumbering, Harry snapped out of it.

He opened his eyes and was blinded for a moment by the rising sun.

Had they been here all night? Was the first thought that struck him.

Then he looked around him and saw the two girls sleeping.

One with her head halfway on his chest and the other with his arm around her.

What had happened, he wondered.

Suddenly, Sell started to move too.

She opened her eyes and looked straight into the green eyes of Harry.

She too didn't seem to remember what had happened, but she immediately got up and looked round.

'Why are we laying on the street?' She asked to nobody in particular.

She looked to Yazz, she was the one laying with her head on Harry's chest.

'Yazz, wake up!'

Harry closed his eyes and when he opened them again, both the girls were already up.

'We'd better return to the house, no?' Harry said, and he too got up and started walking towards the Dursley's.

The two girls followed him, while they both were remembering the night before.

They were quickly to the frontdoor. Harry was about to ring the door when Sell realised something.

'What'll you tell them?'

Harry turned round and in his eyes she saw, recognised the look of despair.

He was going to be yelled at again, those green eyes told her.

'Well… What if we say we went to the police?'

Sell and Harry looked at Yazz.

'Good thinking.' Sell said.

Harry rang and a couple of seconds later the door opened and their intiere view of the interior of the house was blocked by that Vernon-guy.

'There you are… Get inside.' He snarled. He obviously hadn't seen the girls yet, but they decided to be quiet and follow Harry.