Sirius was in shock of what he was hearing... Were they telling the truth? Was he really free? Could he let his hopes up and believe that he was free, no more Dementors after him, no more polyjuice potions? Could he walk out of his house and not worry about some one calling the Aurors for him?
"wha? How?" Sirius stuttered not letting himself get his hopes up.
Dumbledore smiled and gestured for the Aurors to get something out of an adjoining room. Moments later they come back in holding a glass container with a fat rat scampering inside of it. Sirius at once recognized the rat and lunged at it, Nick and Remus were there in a moment grabbing hold of Sirius keeping him from actually doing the crime hat he was imprisoned for.
"Sirius don't. Let the Dementors have him. Don't do it." Remus spoke into Sirius' ear. Once Sirius heard his once best friend's voice he ripped away from the two men. Glaring at the two men standing in front of him keeping him away from the traitor.
"Don't touch me." He growled. "Don't ever touch me again." He wiped where they had touched off with his hands as if he had gotten there germs all over him.
"Is there anything you would like to add to the list Mr. Sirius?" Fudge asked trying out of the mad house as soon as possible.
Sirius glanced around the room. "I have one thing to say. But first I want to make sure that there is nothing at this moment that Crouch can do to me can he?" Sirius asked glaring at Crouch who fidgeted in his chair.
Fudge shook his head. "No he can not, unless you cause it." He nodded to the aurors who pulled there wands out into the ready to react to what Sirius was about to say.
"Crouch has a son." Sirius began Fudge nodded his head they already knew that. "His wife is dead right?" Sirius asked Fudge shook his head at this.
"No she is not. I saw her just yesterday at a dinner party, alive and well." Fudge explained.
"Wrong. The person that you saw last night was Crouches son. They switched places in Azkaban. I was there I saw it all. They thought that I was gone, out of my mind. I wasn't though. I was listening to them... She was sick and wanted her son out of prison. So that man over there said yes and got into the prison and switched them. She died and was buried in the whole next to the window, posing as her son."
Before any one could answer Crouch sr. Stood up and shook his head laughing. "This is absurd! My wife is at home cooking dinner!" The quill and parchment next to the Aurors changed to red. Every one in the room had forgotten about the Truth Quill and parchment.
Solemnly Fudge gestured to the Aurors who stunned Crouch with in seconds. "Mr. Black due to recent events there will be a court hearing in a few weeks. We will be in touch."
Sirius was about to ask some thing when painful pangs of fear and grief flooded into his head. He fell to his knees clutching his head.
Back in the hospital wing Harry was huddled in a corner rocking slowly back and forth. Silent tears were coursing down his face. He kept feeling all these emotions that he knew weren't coming from him. They couldn't be. Hate. That was the strongest one he felt. He knew it couldn't be from him because he didn't hate any one. He didn't like a lot of people but he surely didn't hate any one. He was confused how drastically they changed. Then as soon as they had come they were gone again leaving him with his own feelings to deal with.
He quietly baraded himself. "Why did you get attached to him? You knew he was never going to keep you." A little voice inside his head yelled at him. Harry shook his head. "You're a worthless freak...-"
FLASH BACK
Harry cringed as he heard the front door slam. He pulled back into his cupboard trying to get as far away from the door of his cupboard. He heard his uncle unlock each of the locks keeping him inside.
A beefy hand reached in grabbing the front of his shirt pulling him out of the small space. Harry tried not to yell out as he was slammed into the wall out side of his cupboard.
"You worthless freak, do you know where I have been since 3 o'clock?" Vernon Dursley asked shaking the lithe boy by the shoulders. Harry shook his head making his uncle madder. "I've been at your school, discussing this." The biggest Dursley ripped off the shirt that was hanging loosely around his nephew, showing off the purple bruising along the boys arms and chest. "You told you stupid freak." The first punch landed in Harry's gut making his eyes water. A half an hour later Vernon spit on Harry pushing him roughly into his cupboard. "That bitch of a teacher won't be any more trouble, she was paid off easily. Do you want to know why?" He asked not waiting for a reply he plowed on. "Because you're a dirty filthy freak, and no one will every love you for that. You weren't meant to be vermin. Less then that even, a parasite that should be killed off." Vernon closed and locked the door leaving a very alone, and sad beaten and broken boy behind him.
END OF FLASH BACK
Harry's body shook at the feelings that came with hat painful memory. Uncle Vernon had been right no one would ever love him or want him around. He was a worthless freak. Sirius would never come back, he would never be loved again. Never.
Harry cried harder at the thought of loosing Sirius. He had loved him. And he had turned him away by his freakishness. As always his uncle Vernon was right.
Sirius felt tears on his face, but didn't understand why until he caught one coherent though. 'Uncle Vernon was right-' Sirius looked at the people in the room before lunging to his feet and raced to the door. Pulling on it with all his might it didn't budge.
"Sirius my dear boy what are you going?" Nick asked pulling on one of Sirius' arms. "Come back over to the desk you have to sign a few-"
Sirius wrenched his arm free of Nicks hold once again glaring at the man. "Don't touch me." Nick backed off. Sirius pulled again at the door. "Please I have to get out of here." He begged looking at Remus who started to understand what was going on. He pulled out his wand and followed Sirius out of the Dumbledore's office towards the Hospital wing.
Harry flinched violently when the doors of the Hospital wing flew open. Sirius ran through the doors calling his name. Harry got to his feet, getting ready to leave his hiding place when Remus ran into the room. The little black haired boy stepped back and blended into the darkness.
"Sirius what's going on?" Remus asked searching for what he believed, to be Harry.
Sirius looking under all of the beds stopped and glared at his former best friend. "Get out of here." He hissed resuming his search, looking in all of the bed side cabinets.
The sandy haired man felt his temper rise. "Sirius Black!" He roared making Sirius turn to face him. "I haven't seen you in 6 years will you at least let me say that I am sorry?"
Sirius laughed, "Sorry? You want to say your sorry?" Remus nodded his head. "Well guess what some times sorry isn't good enough. How do you think it feels knowing that your only live friend hates you for a crime that you didn't commit?" Sirius took a step towards Remus. "It won't be enough. You don't know how it feels."
Remus loosing his anger swung at Sirius' jaw. Sirius was fast to react swiftly winding Remus of any and all air. "Get out of here werewolf. You aren't welcome." Sirius spit the words out with distain. Felling a sense of dread settle upon him as soon as they were out.
Remus felt hurt. No not even hurt could describe the way that he felt at that moment. He didn't even register Sirius turning away; he got shakily to his feet and ran out of the doors to the Hospital wing.
Sirius knew for a fact he was going to regret the words and actions that he had just showed. He walked around the front of the room looking for his god son. "Harry. Pronglet? It's just me please come out." Sirius called to the room. There was a rustle of fabric at the back of the room. Sirius walked slowly forward, he didn't want to scare Harry.
Harry walked into the light uncertainly. He had just seen Sirius' his perfect god father hit some one hard. The image played over and over in his head, only imagining Remus as himself.
"Harry? What wrong?" Sirius asked kneeling on the floor eye level away from Harry. "I'm back see? I didn't lie, I told you I would be back and I am."
Harry shook his head. "Your back..." He was utterly confused. "You're back to take me to the Dursley's... you don't want me any more. I'm a fweak." Harry cried not being able to hold onto his emotions any more.
Tears raced down his pink checks at the loss of his godfather. Harry put his head in his hands crying. He didn't hear Sirius come to sit next to him but did notice a light touch hand pulling him towards Sirius.
Harry pulled away, shaking his head. "Please... don't" He cried as Sirius tried to pull him into a hug.
Sirius pulled back raising his hands to show that he didn't mean any harm. "It's okay Harry." Sirius said quietly smiling down at his Godson. Okay then, this is going to take longer than I thought to get him to let me in. I thought I had already. Sirius thought lowering his hands slowly. I know one thing though if it's the lat thing I do I am going to help him with the problems he has, and nothing is going to stop me.
Harry looked at his godfather, long and hard. All he wanted to do at this moment was to give him a great big hug. "Do what ever you want Harry. What ever comes to mind you can do it okay?" Sirius asked. Harry thought about it and nodded his head.
Figuring he only got one try at this he knew what he wanted to do. "Um.. can I have a..."
"hug?" Sirius finished the question and nodded his head and opening his arms to the little boy, who took a running leap into them hugging his godfather tightly. "See that wasn't that hard was it?"
Harry shook his head before releasing Sirius. "I'm sorry." He stated.
Sirius was extremely confused. "For what?"
Harry shrugged his tiny shoulders. "I don't get hugs. I'm a bad boy." Harry said quietly bowing his head in submission to his words. Sirius sat there for a moment thinking for the right answer to say to his god son.
"Pronglet look at me." Sirius ordered softly, Harry looked up at him with teary green eyes. "Nothing that your Uncle has ever said to you matters now okay?" Harry nodded his head yes, Sirius could see the doubt in his eyes. "You can have a hug when ever you want one alright?" Again Harry nodded. "Do you honestly believe me?" Harry thought about this one for a little bit before very slowly shaking his head 'no.' "Why not."
Harry scotched back away from Sirius. "You'll leave. Every one always does. No one stays. They all leave. Uncle Vernon was right. I'm a fweak. No one will ever love me." Sirius felt his anger rise making Harry back away farther.
"No! No no... no...you're not a freak you will never ever be a freak. You are my godson. The best godson in the world. You are loved, you are wanted." Sirius said going a little closer to his godson. "I will never leave you to ever go back to that horrible house. Never ever okay?" Harry didn't give a reply to this question, instead he hesitantly wrapped his arms around his saviors' neck, and for the first time he could remember he felt all of those things that Sirius said that he would, he felt loved and wanted. And it didn't hurt. He was safe in his godfather's arms.