Deeper He Falls

On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me in burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've gotta find that meaning
That I've searched for so long

-Alter Bridge-

The door burst open and a surprised gasp sounded from the door way. Harry and Sirius had long since jerked away from each other. Harry slowly turned towards the doorway. Remus stood there, an icy look carved on his face.

"Remus, this isn't—" Sirius began, but the acidic voice of the Werewolf interrupted him.

"Oh, let me take a hunch at what you're about to say? It's not what it looks like? Am I right, did I hit home? Do you know how many times I've heard this from you?" Remus laughed coldly. "I was actually considering starting back where we left off, but now I'm glad I didn't".

Harry had taken to staring out of the window, while Remus and Sirius argued with each other. Harry wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do, the window rattled ominously, and Harry bit his tongue to control his temper, the window stopped.

"Remus…I'm sorry, but he…"Sirius stopped talking, and looked right at Harry.

"He what Sirius? What about your Godson?"

Harry could here Sirius draw in a breath, and Harry twisted his self around so fast, he cold hear the bones crack in his neck. (not fatally, you know when you have a crick in your neck? The way you try and get them out? That's what that meant) Remus' acrimonious accusation hitting Sirius in the face.

"How dare you", Harry hissed at him, walking to Remus and staring up at him. Remus took a weary step back, and Harry glared at him, like a predator would its prey. "Don't you dare throw that at him. Sirius, hasn't been around me long enough to be my Godfather, what makes you think I'm going to treat him like one?"

Harry stared at Sirius, and could see the hurt in his eyes. A wave of anger swept through Harry.

"Get out", Harry whispered, trying to control his temper. Remus just gazed at him, not moving. "Harry—"

"Get out", Harry said again, this time it was louder.

"Harry, I didn't mean—"

"Get out!" Harry's booming voice echoed around the room, Remus slowly turned around, and shut the door behind him. Harry went back to the window, and at on the cushioned bench. He vaguely heard Sirius come up behind him.

"Harry, we need to talk", Sirius sat down beside him. Harry turned to look at him, and his hand came to push a strand of black hair from Sirius' face. Could Harry do it? Could he push Sirius away from him, just to keep him out of danger?

'Isn't he already?'

'Don't you ever go away?'

'Can you go away?'

'Umm…I can't go away; because I'm…well I'm me...'

'So why are you telling yourself to go away?'

'I see your point, back on topic. Can I do it?'

'I—I don't think you have to worry about you, I think you need to worry about him…'

"Harry, I can't, I shouldn't have done that, I love Remus, and I—Harry, no don't do that, I'm so sorry. Please, Harry I—" Sirius stopped at the look on Harry's face. He was trying so hard not to cry, his face was impassive, but Sirius could see the raging sea of emotions, in Harry's eyes.

'What do I have left here?'

'He's confused'

'Don't defend him, you're my conscience'

'Yeah, but I'm your voice of reason, and I'm trying to make you see reason'

Harry smiled painfully, and leaned over to kiss Sirius on the forehead. Harry got up, grabbed his wand, and walked out of the door; he didn't quite know where he was going to go. He just didn't want to stay in this house.

Sorry, about the cliffhanger, I've hit a spot that most writers hate. Writer's Block. Oh, the horror! I know it's short, I'll try to update as soon as I can.