Sirius didn't get much sleep that night, having been woken up many times from Harry silently crying from the pain that the Dementors had cause him. Each time Sirius would soothe him and rock him back to sleep. After the little boy had fallen asleep he would rub healing salve on the spots the little boy had pointed out.

"It's okay Harry." Sirius soothed for the 10th time that night to his distraught godson. Harry's muffled crying was unnoticeable to any one that wasn't in close proximity to the boy. He cried so silently that Sirius barley heard him.

'Padfoot... It hurts I don't know why. I have a bad dweam and then I start to hurt.' Harry cried into his guardian's head. Sirius nodded his head.

'I don't know why that happens Pronglet. Do you want to go back to sleep or do you want me get Poppy?' Sirius asked back knowing the answer.

"I'm... I'm sorry I'll go back to sleep." Harry said allowed looking at the floor. "Please don't call her." Sirius chuckled.

"I didn't mean it as anything bad silly. I just mean that I can have her look over you to make sure you're alright that's all." Sirius glanced over at the clock, it was nearing 3 am. He felt Harry nod his head then rest it against his chest falling asleep once again. "Good night harry."

Sirius stared around the room, it looked the same from when he had been in school. There were to rows of starch white beds on each side of the room. He could remember the countless times of when he was stuck in these very beds...

dream thingy...

"Sirius I can't believe you!" A brown haired man yelled at his friend I told you, you shouldn't have gone all that way up to the ceiling!"

"Shh Remus! Dude that was great! We should have thought of a better plan but it still worked! Did you see the look on Snape's face when he saw those pictures that he drew of Evans? They were hysterical! Then the way we charmed them into moving! No one is ever going to forget that one!

The brown haired youth shook his head. "It was so dangerous, something worse could have happened other than you breaking your arm for being on the rafters..." He got interrupted by a slightly round boy with blond hair.

"No he couldn't have Remus. In Hogwarts, A History it states that the floor is made to soften any fall on it. He only broke his arm by landing on it funny. If he fell on his stomach, he wouldn't be in here." The boy stated mater-o-factly.

The scene slowly morphed into the Dursley's living room. Looking around Sirius noticed that Vernon was kicking around a pile of rags. Stepping closer he realized that what he was kicking wasn't rags it was his godson.

"Get away from him you ruddy bastard!" Sirius yelled lunging at the man. Sirius fell right through him onto the floor right in front of Harry. There were two of them. One of them stayed where he was seeing right through him and the other one scrunched back away from Sirius.

"Pronglet?" Sirius asked cautiously waving his hand in front of the little boy. Harry flinched at the hand.

"Paddy..." Harry cried launching himself at the older man. "Make him stop." He cried. "Please make him stop." Harry had tears rolling down his face as the past him was hit again and again.

"Hold on Harry I have an idea okay?" The Harry in Sirius' arms nodded his head as another blow landed on his past selves' stomach. Sirius sat the little boy in front of him and rested his forehead against Harry's. "Let me in Harry. I know you can please concentrate!" Sirius whispered holding Harry's head to his own. Harry closed his eyes and opened his mind to Sirius.

Sirius sucked in a painful breath feeling what his godson was going through. Trying to ignore the pain Sirius stumbled through Harry's mind looking for where the boy's magic was stored. Finally finding the extremely bright thread the held his power. Sirius carefully reached into it looking for a fault in the line that was causing Harry to feel his memories. Sirius kept his hand in the magic for what seemed like forever walking around with it looking for something dark that could be connected to the Dementors. A black chunk of blackness was a year down Harry's magic rope. It reeked of Dementors, this was what he was looking for.

Gathering all the power that he could and still be able to get out of Harry's mind, he pulled it all together into a bright ball. The darkness that surrounded the line quivered at the intensity of magic that was building. Sirius finally not able to put any more power into the ball he threw it at the black ness and watched as it melted away. Sirius smiled as the pain that was ebbing through the line was now lessening.

"Okay then." Sirius back tracked back to his dream self and let Harry go. Then he noticed that they were no longer in the Dursley's residence but in the field with all the flowers and the greenery.

"It doesn't hurt any more Siri!" Harry squealed hugging his godfather tightly.

Sirius looked worriedly down at the black haired boy. Harry sensed Sirius felling and pulled away from him. "I didn't hurt you at all did I?" Sirius asked worriedly, Harry shook his head. "Good, we have to wake up now alright?" Harry hesitated as storm clouds drifted of them. "We don't have to go right now though." Sirius said hopping that the clouds would drift away.

"I'm sorry." Harry murmured fading.

"NO! Harry stay here." Sirius yelled Harry snapped back to focus shaking.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you mad... I thought...-"

"It's okay Harry, your safe here. I wanted to talk to you." Sirius patted the spot of earth next to him. Harry sat down cross-legged looking at Sirius. "Why don't you want to wake up?" Sirius asked playing with a dandelion.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, his big shirt falling aside showing bruises on it. The quickly covered it, not missing Sirius' worried look. "I don't know..." Harry started. Sirius gave him a look. "I'm scared you'll leave me alone... you won't like me any more." Harry murmured quietly quickly waking up. Sirius followed suit extremely worried about his godson.

End dream part thingy... I don't know what it is really.