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Chapter 2-
Harry picked around at his eggs and bacon. If Mrs. Weasley had been here she would've forced-fed him in no time. This thought gave Harry's mood a little bit of a lift and he managed one bite before getting up. Harry stepped to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He stood before the sink and took his glasses off. He looked at the blurry form of himself in the mirror for a moment before washing his face and brushing his teeth. Harry put his glasses back on, the world coming back into view.
He decided that he liked the world better blurry than the way it really was.
Feeling even more melancholy than he was before, Harry was relieved when a sudden knock sounded throughout the room. He opened the door not bothering to fake his mood. Besides, since it was Remus, the werewolf would be able to smell the truth anyway.
"Morning Harry," Remus replied with a smile.
"Hey Remus."
Harry gave a small grin. He'd never seen the werewolf this happy. Harry felt rather selfish, acting like this, feeling like this when Remus was on the top of the world. The last thing Harry wanted to do was to bring Remus down off his cloud. Sirius had once told him that Remus never gave a true smile, only to him.
"Did you have breakfast already? I have, but if you want I can go down with you."
Harry waved a hand. "Yeah, I already ate thanks."
"Great..um..Harry did you..-"
"I think so."
Remus looked into Harry's face. "You don't have to Harry. Sirius would understand, no one is making you."
Harry looked away in embarrassment when he realized his own eyes were watering up. He cleared his throat, which had somehow tighten up uncomfortably and looked back at Remus.
"I..I want to."
"Alright."
Remus stepped back and Harry followed him, closing the door. There was little conversation on the way down. Remus seemed to sense his need for quietness. Harry didn't know if he was really ready. A part of him was, ready to see the closet thing to a father he'd ever had. Ready to see the man that was his father's best friend. To see his infamous godfather. Yet, the other part of him was full of rage and deep sadness. It yelled at him, screamed at Harry's core. He left you Harry, he left you to fend for yourself. With nothing to look back on. With nothing of his past.
Harry mentally shook himself. No, he couldn't let that side win once more. Sirius was his godfather and Harry had to see him.
Remus opened the Hospital Wing doors and let Harry walk inside first. The boy walked in, slowly and let Remus resume the lead. He followed Remus, his legs all of the sudden turning into jello and his heart pounding. He was surprised that Remus didnt' turn around and ask what that thumping sound was. Just as Harry opened his mouth to back down they arrived to see Sirius awake and looking somewhat alert.
Remus pulled up a chair and grasped Sirius' hand and gave it a quick kiss. Sirius' face, confused at first lit up.
"Hey...R-Remus. Did..you sleep..well?"
"Very well, love. You have another visitor Sirius."
Harry wanted to shake his head but it was too late. Sirius' head turned toward the place where he stood, but Sirius wasn't staring at him. Harry stood there dumbly. Then something clicked.
"You can't see," Harry blurted out.
Sirius looked back toward the area Remus sat. "You..didn't tell h-him."
Remus looked at Harry. "I'm sorry Harry. I forgot..forgot to explain Sirius'..situation."
Harry looked back down at his godfather. Stop acting like a baby. Harry pulled up a chair and scooted it close, but not too close to where Sirius lay. To Harry' immense relief Sirius' dull eyes didn't look his way. Harry felt that Sirius knew what he was feeling.
"Harry, Sirius can see somewhat, barely though. He sees shadows, blurry shadows. His eyes are sensitive to light. If you didn't notice but the lights in here have been cut down immensly."
Harry looked up. He hadn't noticed, but now that someone had pointed it out he could see just how much. Looking back down at the two he gave a small grin.
"So..is that it? Just your eyesight Sirius."
Sirius looked toward the sound of Harry' voice. With a feeling of dread that for some odd reason surpirsed him, Harry knew that there was something else.
"I'm..paralyzed H-Harry. I'll never..walk again..or..ride a b-broom a-again."
"Paralyzed."
Harry tested the word. It didn't feel right on his own tongue, he could only imagine what Sirius felt when he said it.
"But only from the waist down," Remus added.
Despite the summer of depression, all the anger he felt, Harry felt it vanish. He felt like smiling, like laughing. He gave a grin and grasped Sirius' other hand.
"Well good, I wouldn't want to have to feed you."
Remus and Sirius smiled. Remus was right. Time does heal. Harry gave a broader smile. He told Sirius about what had happened since he left and how stupid his reletives were. Remus pitched in with a couple stories of his own. They spent the whole day there, laughing about the old marauder days.
Harry climbed the stairs to his room, giving a hearty wave to Remus before closing the door. He showered and dressed for bed. Though he did nothing but sit around the whole day it was something of a relief to get into bed and lay down. Harry closed his eyes and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Solid, ghastly images floated beside his head. Sirius raised his arm to brush them away like flies, but when he did his arm met only air. The images swirled and disappeared into the air. It wasn't cold, yet he could his breath. Beads of sweat poured down his face. This was hell, it had to be.
He stood up testing his surroundings before walking slowly. The walls were jagged and rough. He brushed his hand against it and pulled it away with a gasp. He looked at his hand, now becoming red with blood. He looked at the wall, a bit of blood residue on it.
"Bloody hell."
He then started chuckling at his own little joke. His chuckles turned into insane laughter. It was several moments before he could stop. Sirius sucked in breath and then realized that it wasn't just the laughter that was making it hard to breath. The air seemed to be thinning. Sirius took a reluctant breath, slowly inhaling and exhaling.
He walked on. The..cave..seemed to never end. He walked for a good hour before finding a nice rock to sit on. He sat, gasping for the fading air. He turned around to pop his back and gasped. He fell off his rocky seat and scrambled up.
"No way..there's no bloody way!"
He was looking at the blood from his on the wall. His mind couldn't comprehend how he could be in the same place he was an hour ago. He looked to his left. The way that led into the mist. That was the way he had been going for an hour. Turning around to the right, Sirius expected to see the same view.
He saw a rock wall.
Given no time to think on this, Sirius fell to his knees when a high pitched wail screamed through his head. He yelled in agony and curled up in the fetal position. As suddenly as it had begun it stopped. Sirius, panting, uncurled from his spot on the ground to look up.
He looked up to see the torn, damaged body of Remus.
Sirius screamed.
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