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Chapter 4

Sirius had let her go. He let her leave and retreat to a sanctuary, the dormitory, where he could not follow her.

Feeling quite unmasculine he began to weep. He wept for Helen's pain, traumas, and sufferings. All of which, he knew nothing about. Gathering himself and wiping a tear from his cheek, he raced after her, desperately trying to find the corridor she had taken.

Luck on his side he had taken the correct turn and saw her walking into the girls' lavatory. Sirius caught the door just before it shut and walked in. Helen didn't notice his entrance and she continued her silent tears and frequent hyperventilating sounds, gasping for a decent breath. She was once more quiet as Sirius walked toward the bend where the toilets were.

He walked upon a heart wrenching sight. Helen was kneeling all the way to the ground on her knees and facing the opposite direction. She was inspecting what appeared to Sirius as burn marks on her arms. Something she didn't do.

The memories caused her so much pain; she relived it every day and every night. She stood up in a slightly unbalanced way. Also something she didn't do. She was exceedingly graceful, as she had been in ballet all her life. Sirius advanced towards her. She wobbled for a moment and began to fall, unconscious. Sirius caught her and held her tightly. He sunk to the floor under the beautiful blonde's weight, his back against the wall. He was telling her over and over again how much he loved her.

He knew that they couldn't stay there in the middle of the girls' lavatory; soon ideas began whizzing in his head. He decided that he didn't want to involve any adults, leaving the Hospital Wing out of the question. His next course of thought was, action. He took her to the Shrieking Shack.

Helen had some weight to her limp form, but she wasn't heavy. He set her down on the rumpled bed. His next plan was, Lily. She was very bright and was training to be a Healer and had great skills in the art, ranking her in the advanced category. Sirius, hoping that Helen wouldn't awake and become frantic, left with a heavy weight burdening on his chest and heart. He loved this girl and would die if something happened to her.

Sirius ran with Lily down the hallway. All that he told her was that there was an emergency with Helen.

Sirius waited out in the hall of the Shrieking Shack, for what seemed like an eternity, as Lily tended to the still unconscious Helen. He was impatient to know how things were going. The knob of the decrepit door opened and Lily stepped out looking grave indeed.

"…She's delirious. She keeps mumbling about that guy who died this summer, I think she used to date him." Lily was explaining compassionately and carefully to Sirius. "But Sirius, my God. Whatever he did to her really messed her up. She thinks he's still alive and is going to hurt her, again. She will be fine in a few hours' time however. Her heart rate is slightly irregular." Lily smiled supportively. "She'll be fine, but something is… I don't know how to put it…"

"Wrong with her emotions and mental state?" Sirius finished for her. "Something horrible happened to her. I think it had to do with her last relationship."

Sirius spent the night at the foot of the bed in his animagous form, a black dog. Helen soon fell into a fitful slumber at around 3 am. She had screamed his name once. He changed back into a human. He went to her side, and gently woke her, praying for the best.

"Sirius." Helen breathed.

Her blonde hair was slightly frizzed on top, but the hair that framed her perfect skin was plastered to her neck and forehead. Sirius embraced her, terrified. Helen was exhausted and immediately slipped into a peaceful sleep in his muscular arms. All Sirius could do was lie there, his chin resting tenderly on the top of Helen's head.

Sirius thought out loud whispering into Helen's ear, "What can I do to make you forget? How can I help you? Sweetheart I love you so much. I have never told anyone that before. No one. I wouldn't waste words with that much meaning on just anyone." He sighed sorrowfully as the last solitary tear found its way to his cheeks' surface. "How can I get you to tell me, without hurting you? I love you. How can I heal you?"

A/N: This story is going kinda slow and not really the way I want it to go. It's kind of supposed to be really sad now and really uplifting later. If any of you that are reading this have any ideas on how I can improve please let me know. Constructive criticism welcome. Review! xoxo