Second part, thanks for the support The Forgotten Weasley, Iniysa, Icy Tears!
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Chapter 2. Realization and Passing Out.
Harry could hear voices they sounded muffled and far away, he was in a warm bed, he expected Ron to throw something at him in a minuet and wake him up properly moaning that they would be late for breakfast.
But as consciousness creped up on him he started to remember, and the pain returned he felt like his heart was being squeezed in a fist.
He was alive he hadn't died like he had wanted, it left him hollow, empty, no emotion no cares only nothingness then he felt the bitter humour of it, a strange abnormal feeling that consumed him he wanted to laugh out loud and cry mournfully.
His shoulder throbbed and he flinched, the talking stopped and he felt a hand on his fore head and mumbled complaints.
He didn't dare open his eyes he couldn't face anyone.
"Let him rest Poppy, it will be hard for him when he wakes up, let him rest." Came the distinct voice of Dumbledore.
"But the implications of it Albus what are we to do with him, we can't let the world know of this." Professor McGonagall's shrill voice seemed to go through his head making the pounding in his skull even worse.
There was a sigh and then a huffing noise. "I have only done this once and I swore I would never do it again, it's too much Albus, when it was Mr. Lupin it was hard enough but this is Harry Potter!" Madam Pomfrey sobbed.
Harry felt like crying, he didn't want to believe what these people were saying, or what his mind was telling him he couldn't even bring himself to say it in his head.
"But you did the tests it can't be changed Poppy, Harry Potter is a werewolf" McGonagall said bluntly but with sorrow in her voice.
Harry cringed and suddenly he went deeper into oblivion.
He came around again he wasn't sure how long he'd been out this time but it was light, he came to his senses almost instantly and the pain hit him he sobbed and shuddered, there was a rush of feet and the nurses voice calling out. "Get the headmaster."
The nurse took his hand and took his pulse then felt his fore head, then she felt around his wound and his eyes snapped open and he gasped in pain as he tried to move away.
"Its okay calm down Harry relax, your safe now, your safe. Can you drink some potions for me?" She asked in a much kinder tone than he had ever heard her use before.
He let her prop him up and poor the potions down his throat.
He didn't taste any of it.
He shivered and tried not to sob.
His chest hurt and his back ached and he felt like he'd lost his arm, his shoulder caused him no pain anymore. He wanted to go back to sleep and think no more, but Dumbledore seemed to appear at his bed side and looked down at him, sadly.
Harry knew what was coming, and he didn't want to know.
"Harry?" The aged wizard asked in a soft voice.
Harry opened his eyes and then looked at the ceiling; he didn't dare look at Dumbledore not now.
"Harry, do you remember what happened?"
Harry breathed in sharply and closed his eyes.
"Harry you know what this means, I know it will be hard to come to terms with but you will, you may think it too soon talk about this but its not, this is not something you can run away from. You must understand and be ready for what is yet to come." He finished, Harry had let his headmasters words wash over him he herd them and he waited for them to sink in.
"What now?" He crocked.
Harry finally looked into Dumbledore's eyes and he saw the man's age reflected in his dim blue irises.
"We can do little to help but you will not be alone, it may be hard to understand at first but you can and will be okay." He smiled.
"I will send a letter to Sirius and…"
"No….I'll tell…him" He looked away, he didn't know what to do and he wanted to hit himself for saying that, he couldn't tell Sirius, he know he of all people would understand and not judge, but he knew he would worry and with all that had happened last year he didn't want to scare him anymore.
Harry just wanted to sleep it all away.
Dumbledore continued. "It will be best than no one knows about this for the wellbeing of all, that also includes Mr Weasley and Miss Granger, you are strong and will get through this, we have devised a story as to you absents, you were attacked by one of the native acromantula recently discovered in the forest, I'm sure that your fellow students will not question your ability to go out after hours, you were attacked on you way to Hagrid's hut, do you understand?" It sounded more like an order.
Harry nodded affirmatively.
"How long… have I been asleep?" He managed to ask.
"Just over a day."
Harry nodded again.
"If you are done Headmaster he still needs his rest." Madam Pomfrey stated.
Dumbledore nodded and fixed Harry with one of his serious stared peering over his half moon spectacles.
"Sleep well Harry." And with that he left.
Harry watched the old man walk out of the room his eyes getting heavier and heavier, till they closed and he was dead to the world once again.
When he finally opened his eyes again, it was dark and only the far torches were lit.
The room was empty save him, a screen was partly drawn around his bed and he was covered in many blankets he was feeling hot so he pushed them back, that simple task took nearly all his energy, why was he so tired, he had already guised that it was a side affect of his condition. He winced.
He traced his fingers up to his right shoulder and felt the cause bandages the hot throbbing of the wound seemed to spread through his whole body.
He let his hand fall back onto the bed.
As he lay there staring up at the high vaulted ceiling, he thought about what had happened it was all sharp in his mind, he could see everything in perfect detail.
He had to get his mind off its track, at least for the moment. He searched around his head for a different topic.
Ron, Hermione, they would be worried; no he couldn't think on them he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Sirius, oh he so wanted Sirius to comfort him, the only thing he had that was even close to family. His vision blurred with tears, he closed his eyes angrily.
No something else, he needed to think of something else.
He still hadn't done his transfiguration homework. Now it was getting bad, he was thinking about homework!
He cleared his mind and continued to look at the white wash ceiling.
Then his mind moved onto what Dumbledore had said to him earlier.
He'd made a story up of his predicament, for the wellbeing of all, or the wellbeing of him, the wizarding worlds hope against Voldemort, that's how Firenze had put it, he was their hope. The thought of that made anger swell in his chest, he was always the exception, sometimes it was a good thing, and others just infuriating.
He shook his head pathetically, he was getting angry for no reason he put it down to fatigue.
His thoughts moved to more morbid memories, he wished he could have died in the forest, it would have ended it all, his hellish life at Private Drive, his endless encounters with Voldemort, the people who died because of him, and now he was…was a..a werewolf.
His head spun he had just admitted it, but his logical mind spoke up, it was part of him now he could never be rid of it, just like his ability to speak parseltongue, just like his scar, the scar that made him famous.
He would live with it, Professor Lupin did and he was happy and a good man, Harry could do it.
He knew it would be hard he couldn't deny that, and with a determined look on his face he fell asleep.
Dumbledore was pacing his study he was angry, he had so much on his mind and now Harry.
He was angry at the boy, why was he even in the forest at that time of night, and what had disturbed him even more was how Firenze had described the boys state of mind. He had wanted to die, he had never knew Harry had felt that way, he knew he still blamed himself for Cedric's death. But was he suicidal?
The more he thought about it, he couldn't be angry at Harry.
He would have to tell Sirius about this he may be a convict on the run but in his heart he was still Harry's godfather, he would have to know, better from him, than some other way, he would be furious but at who?
He looked out of the window, it was dark out side, Remus and Sirius would arrive soon, he had told them that Harry had been hurt and that it would be explained when they arrived.
Ten miles out of London there was a small house in a secluded village, it was dark outside and in the house.
One man paced the room endlessly, getting more and more restless.
"Sirius, just wait until morning it wont be long, I just need to rest a little longer, I now your worried, so am I. You need to calm down." Remus looked at his untidy friend sternly.
Sirius sighed in defeat and slumped down to the floor.
"I just don't understand, Dumbledore was so brief he didn't say what happened I want to know why." He growled.
Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It could be nothing major or it could have been something to do with Voldemort, to dangerous to put in a letter, when we get there it will be explained. Please just relax." He sighed again and closed his eyes.
Sirius looked over at his old friend he looked so tired and he suddenly felt guilty, he was going on like this and Remus was recovering from his Luna ordeal. He pitied his friend, his life was so hard and the world was all to prejudice, he was sad he couldn't do more for his friend.
"Sorry Moony I just can't stand it that I can't really be there for him it all just to complicated." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling stressed.
He looked up at his friend dosing in his chair and he smiled in spite of himself.
He changed into a big black dog and lay down next to the chair Remus sat in to wait for morning and some information.
The sun came through the curtains and he squinted and wined then tried to shuffle out of the light to go back to sleep.
There was a chuckle above him and he opened an eye to peer up at Remus' smiling face, if he was in human form he would have cursed quite crudely, but instead it came out as a low growl, sometimes he hated the man.
How was it possible to be so happy first thing in the morning?
"Come on then if you want to get there and still see Harry before breakfast."
At that he was up in an instant, back in human form he smiled though it looked more like a grimace, he was still thin but had bulked out over the time he had spent with Remus, his face was less gaunt, but the lack of sun for twelve years still left him pail and his eyes still had a cold haunted look to them that would never leave, Azkaban's lasting mark.
Remus was already holding the port key that Dumbledore had sent with his letter, it would take them strait to their old headmasters study.
The clock chimed six, and the port key activated within seconds they were in the study surrounded by the dosing headmasters of old, and there behind his desk was the current headmaster fingers intertwined and elbows on the desk, waiting for them patiently.
Remus saw the look on Dumbledore's face, then he looked at his friend he looked scared.
"Headmaster….. Where's Harry?"
…,…,…,…
Harry had come around again after he was shook gently awake by the nurse.
After another round of potions he was left alone once again.
He would have slipped into sleep again, but then he heard a sound that made him snap awake.
It sounded like a dog running through the corridors, he could hear it so well, so clearly it was getting closer and closer. Then the door was nudged open and the padding of paws coming closer, and he felt a pressure to the right of the bed, then a stern looking black dog was looking at him, front paws on the bed, it wined and shuffled closer to him, and Harry flung himself forward and raped his arms around Sirius and buried his face in his fur.
Sirius only just managed to stop himself tumbling backwards taking the boy with him.
He had run all the ways hear as soon as Dumbledore had spoken.
"He in the infirmary…..Its not good Sirius."
The old mans pricing gaze had been enough.
It must have been bad Harry seemed so emotional.
He was more than a little scared, what had happened? He daren't change yet the boy was crying into his fur and he was stressed he had to know what was wrong.
He could see Harry had a bandage on his right shoulder and he could smell the dried blood. He wined and rested his head on Harry's uninjured shoulder, unsure of what to do.
Remus and Dumbledore had followed the black blur to the infirmary, when they finally reached the doors to said room and stood there watching the boy hugging the shaggy black dog who was wining quietly to the distraught teen, then he realised and he went stiff. He had been a Werewolf since he was five years old, and he knew another when he was in the presents of one.
He turned to Dumbledore.
"Harry…He…"
The Headmaster did not look at him just nodded.
Remus breathed in shakily and looked back at the two. "No" He whispered.
Harry finally looked up and into his godfathers blue grey eyes; he didn't want to let him go. He drew back enough so he could change to his human form.
The relief in Harry's eyes when he saw Sirius was what made the godfathers heart leap and tears of sorrow to spring in his eyes, he blinked them away furiously.
"Harry?" His voice was raspy.
Harry shivered and looked into his godfathers eyes and smiled sadly.
Sirius didn't want to ask, he had seen Harry like this before, just after the Triwizard tournament, when Cedric Diggory had died, but there was some thing deeper this time an understanding, and yet confusion and the most of all there was fear of the unknown.
Harry had put on a brave face, but his eyes still showed his emotion.
"Hi Sirius." Harry tried to smile again, but there was pain in such a smile.
Sirius frowned there was something different about Harry he couldn't put his finger on it but it was there and he couldn't help but feel he had felt this way before.
Remus couldn't move and he was finding it hard to believe this was not what he had expected, not Harry, please not Harry, he had already been through to much.
Dumbledore's face was passive but Remus knew better he was deeply concerned.
Remus suddenly looked at it from a different angle, not Harry, but the-boy-who-lived.
What would the world think, Remus had endured the prejudice for most of his life, not Harry, he deserved better.
Sirius was looking into the boys eyes now, he didn't have to be looking at his old friend to know he could tell some thing was different, it was the way his head seemed to have tilted to the side, very dog like, he tended to show a lot of dog like tendencies when in human form.
He didn't know what Sirius would do but he knew he would want to stay with Harry now indefinitely, and Remus would help, if he could do nothing else he would offer what help he could even if it was very little.
"Harry?" Sirius tried again he was looking intently into the boys eyes for an answer, "What… What is it?"
Harry's eyes flooded with tears and he shook his head pulling away, Sirius felt a little hurt.
Harry looked at his godfather as he gazed into his eyes searching, and there it was, something snapped, and Harry knew he couldn't tell him, he couldn't bear the pity in his eyes once Sirius knew, he hated being pitied, he pulled away from Sirius, he just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
He still held his godfathers gaze and he saw the hurt in the older mans eyes he suddenly felt guilty and he frowned at himself and shook his head to clear it and fort another wave of tears, his head felt fuzzy and he couldn't concentrate he shivered and looked at Sirius pleading, he wanted him to make it all go away, make the pain and grief disappear, his head was pounding in rhythm to his wound his head spun for a moment and he wavered then he fell forward he heard Sirius yell and then it all went black.
Sirius was startled when Harry seemed to go limp and fall forward into his arms he yelped then steadied the boy, and pushed him back on the bed and lay him down gently.
Remus and Dumbledore came forward and stood next to him looking concerned, he paid them little mind and focused on Harry who had just passed out.
Sirius turned to Dumbledore questioningly and the old man looked solemn.
"What's wrong with him, he's different… I can't put my finger on why." His gaze burned into the old headmaster and he sighed.
"Harry wished to tell you himself." The man looked him in the eye.
"He was too scared to, why what happened?" Sirius' temper was rising he couldn't control it he was quick to anger and dangerous when so.
He cast his gaze back at Harry, then to Remus; his old friend looked down at Harry with such sadness in his eyes. He knew something.
"Remus?" Sirius began; the man looked up at him he had a haunted look in his eyes one that Sirius didn't like, it took all of his will power not to look away.
"What is it?" He tried again.
Remus looked past him at Dumbledore then back.
"Sirius he's been bitten." Simple word's straight to the point.
Sirius visibly paled, and looked down at Harry, he knew what his friend meant, and it filled him with dread, two words rung through his head. Not Harry.
Then the world seemed to go lopsided and then he was on the floor being supported by Remus, he had wanted an answer and he had gotten one and it filled him with such fear, it was to much, the last he thought, Not Harry. Then his world went black.
Ooooo done! I hope you like it! R'n'R!
HP Story Recommendation: 'The Basement' by Marz1
Wow such a good story an alternate 3rd year fic in Harry's PoV it so funny with an interesting twist, Sirius kidnaps Harry before he gets on the knights bus but you must read.
Two of my fave quotes from it are: At 13 Harry being hugged by Hagrid embarrassing in front of Slytherin auspiciously but "Being nasty to Hagrid is rather like hitting a puppy over the head with a brick"
And concerning Sirius when he disappears for a while Harry worries, "What if they'd caught him, what if he'd gone mad again, what if he'd been hit by a car?"
Some of the parts make you hyperventilate with laughter.
Next time: Now what: Ron and Hermione try to find out what's going on, Harry has a strange dream (nothing new there then) Remus tells his grievances to Dumbledore, and Madame Pomfrey has an 'aw' moment concerning her patient and a certain black dog.