Just as Sirius was a bit discouraged, so am I. Not all that many reviews have been coming in, so is anyone really interested anymore?
Chapter 5-
Harry stood at the brink of the Rmeus' doorway. He watched the two men on the bed sleeping, perhaps, more peacefully than they had in a long time. He hated to destroy that peacefulness but it was time for dinner and Sirius' daily medication. Harry approached the bed and gently shook Remus' shoulder. The werewolf woke up and turned toward Harry.
"Harry? I'm sorry I must have fallen asleep."
"It's okay, I hated to wake you but it's dinner time. I can bring it in here if you guys want."
Remus looked over at Sirius and skillfully unwrapped himself from Sirius' clutches. He stood and stretched, various bones popping.
"I'll come help you. My old bones need a stretch."
"What if he wakes though?"
Remus turned. "Well I can't leave him a note..."
"Look I can just levitate it up here no prob-"
Remus cut in. "Dobby?"
With a pop the house elf appeared, looking disorganized but yet this was normal. He wore a brightly colored green vest with yellow buttons. His hands were covered in blue gloves and on his head he wore a torn purple top hat.
"Yous called for Dobby, sirs?"
Remus grinned in amusement at the house elfs' sight. "Yes Dobby. I was wondering if you could watch Sirius for me while Harry and I went and got breakfast."
Dobby bowed. "Sirs it would be a honor to gets your breakfast for you."
Harry butted in. "Thanks Dobby, but we really need the exercise."
Dobby turned his wide eyes on Harry. "Of course Harry Potter sir. Dobby will watch Mr. Black, Sir."
"Thanks Dobby," Remus replied patting the elf on his skinny shoulder.
Harry and Remus headed toward the kitchens. As soon as they got near the portrait with the fruits Remus slowed down a bit.
"Harry I wanted to talk with you."
Harry stopped and turned around, for he was a couple feet in front of Remus. By the expression on Remus' face and his tone Harry could tell that it wasn't life or death but all the same it still was a bit serious.
"Ok, talk," Harry replied.
Remus cleared his throat and leaned against the wall. "Well when the school year starts Sirius can't stay here. As you know though he was cleared after all, there are too many who don't believe he's innocent. I've been looking for a house and Professor Dumbledore is helping me. We may have found one, but it's a bit far from here."
Harry nodded not sure what Remus was getting at. He waited for the man to continue.
"Harry, also we'd like you to come and stay with us."
Harry grinned. "You guys didn't even have to ask. I would have come anyway even if you said no."
Remus chuckled. "Well then, I can see we're going to have to charm the entire land around the house to keep you out."
"I'll find a way in, after all I'm the son of Hogwarts' greatest Marauder."
Remus laughed. "Well one of them anyway, Harry."
Harry lifted his hand and tickled the pear. The portrait opened with a squeak and Remus followed Harry inside.
Sirius opened his eyes, or he thought he opened his eyes. The world was competely black either way. Sirius felt his heart pound a bit faster. He breathed in slowly and exhaled the same to try to calm it.
If yer know to calm 'em.
Sirius shook his head breifly. He hadn't thought about anyone else in a long time. He wondered what Hagrid and the others were doing. He hadn't spoken to Albus, though he knew the headmaster was in the school. He didn't think anyone, but a select few, knew he was back. Sirius supposed though that this was best.
Sirius rubbed at his eyes, he could already feel a headache coming. He then reached behind, twisting his upper body to reach only empty space. When that postion became too painful Sirius twisted back around.
Remus wouldn't leave him without some sort of note. Forgetting for a moment Sirius reached around trying to feel for any sort of parchment. When he found nothing, he didn't panic like last time. Instead, he tried something that he hadn't really been able to do by himself. Sit up straight.
Sirius scooted near the headboard of the bed and reached behind him to grasp the very top. He took a deep breath and then pulled. His muscles strained and he had to quit. Sirius's breath quickened in anger.
"This is not fucking fair," Sirius muttered a bit breathlessly, "What good am I if I can't even sit up?"
Not one to give in without a fight, Sirius tried it again. This time though he managed to pull himself part of the way up. He was already tired and his body complained loudly but he didn't stop. Sirius redid his grip on the bed and pulled himself all the way up. Sirius let his arms drop down on the bed and he drew in ragged breaths.
He had done it. He had sat up on his own. Sirius grinned, then did something completely stupid in his euphoria.
He pushed his legs, one leg, then the other over the side of the bed. His legs dangled and Sirius expected he would have felt the coldness of it if he could feel. Though this balance only lasted for a few seconds. The weight of his lower body pulled him and before he knew it he was tumbling off the bed. Sirius lurched and threw his hands out blindly. (no pun intended, lol)
He fell with a loud thump on the wood floor, just missing the rug area. Despite his current situation, Sirius laughed with no good reason. Perhaps he had finally gone insane, as James always told him he would.
Padfoot, I swear. I know they'll have a room with Sirius Black written on the outside door. You'll be in there, singing and laughing your head off, for no good reason.
Sirius stopped laughing. He heard little footsteps then a squeaky voice fill the air.
"Sirius Black sir! Dobby only steps out for a second, Sirius Black sir."
Sirius felt dumb for a minute. Dobby? Then he remembered Harry telling him about the house elf.
"Ah, yeah Dobby. Yeah." Again he felt dumb. He felt like..he felt embarrassed.
"Yous okay Sirius Black sir? Why yous on the floor sir?"
Sirius swallowed. "It's okay..I'm just stretching. You can go back to the kitchens now, it's okay."
"But Dobby was told.."
"It's fine. Just go!"
Sirius instantly regretted his tone but didn't say anything. "Yes Sir, right away sir." There was no sad tone in Dobby's voice though. A pop sounded and Sirius relaxed.
Now he had to find a way to get up before someone else came.
Sirius relaxed, laying his head down on the floor. He concentrated with all his might trying to move his foot. He didn't feel anything and he couldn't see-
Sirius slammed his fist against the ground. He did it again, three times, four, five, six..
He yelled out in anger. To an outsider it may have looked like an overgrown toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Sirius hit the ground one more time, the pain in his hand stopping him. He clutched his hair and tightened his grip. Remus would come and find him on the ground helpless. That's all he was now, helpless and pathetic.
Sirius turned and lay on his stomach. He reached out with his arms and began to pull his body forward, or try to anyway. It was hard, but Sirius kept at it. He thought if he could reach something, maybe, just maybe he could pull himself up.
A few minutes went by and Sirius stopped. He let his burning arms relax, but not even a mintue later he went back to it. Sirius slowly inched his way in the same direction, with no clue where he was going. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and his hand hit the leg of something hard.
Sirius felt it and with renewed strength he pulled himself around. It was a side table. He pulled himself, until he felt the this he was in front of it.
Now the real task began. Sitting up. After that, Sirirus mused, he didn't know.
Okay, I was going to add some more but i think I'll stop here.
