Chapter Three

Drunken Fun

Harry woke up in a warm bed, light burning his eyes. He blinked, and then he noticed a weight at the side of his bed. Harry looked at the source of the weight, and saw Sirius sitting there.

"Sirius?" Asked Harry. His voice was rough, and it burned to talk. Sirius looked up, and smiled.

"Hey, Kiddo!" Sirius said.

"How are… How are you still a-alive?"

"Later Harry, Now you need to rest." Sirius ruffled his hair up, and then walked out of the room.

Harry watched Sirius leave. He was Happy Sirius was alive… and also confused. Harry shut his eyes.

Voldemort was looking down at forty or fifty hooded figures. All of them were cowering.

"You have failed me…" Whispered Voldemort.

"Master… We are so-sorry…" Came the voice of Bellatrix.

"I don't have time for your sniveling apologizes!" Sneered Voldemort.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Asked Voldemort.

"Yes… Sirius Black is alive." Whimpered Narcissa. Voldemort didn't answer. His eyes flashed at the name Sirius Black.

"I want you to find out everything you know about how he's back!" Snapped Voldemort.

"You may go…"

Harry's eyes snapped open. He got up and tried walking to the door. Harry held a hand over his ribs as he walked. He felt like he was back in that fire. He was burning…

"Harry!" Said Sirius. Harry had just walked out of the door, and walked over to Sirius. As Black stood up, Harry flung his arms around Sirius and hugged him.

Suddenly, he started bawling. Tears flowing down his face and dropping lightly on Sirius's shoulder.

"Harry! Harry! What's the matter?" Asked Harry.

"I-I miss-missed you so-so mu-much… I-I thou-thought you we-were de-dead!" Cried Harry.

"But I'm not Harry…" Stated Sirius.

"I was mi-miserable whe-when you fel-fell down that ar-arch way…" Said Harry. Then Harry stopped talking. Sirius didn't want to say anything that would make Harry cry again, so he didn't say anything.

Harry's breathing evened out and he fell into a deep sleep. Sirius kissed him on the head. He picked him up and took him into his hospital room. He ly him on the bed then put the covers over him. Sirius turned around and left.

When Harry woke up, the sun was up, and was shining brightly. Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up. Harry looked around and saw Ron, Hermione, and Ginny standing, smiles were playing on their lips.

"H-hi… gu-guys..." Whisper Harry, his voice was still very sore.

"Hey Mate, You look like hell!" Said Ron.

"Ron! Don't listen to him Harry, I think he look fine!" Grinned Ginny. Harry blushed, while Ron and Hermione exchanged looks.

"What?" Asked Harry.

"Nothing!" Hermione gave Harry a fake smile. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Right…" Coughed Harry. His voice was getting sore from talking.

"We better leave you, Mate." Said Ron. The three of them turned to leave, but Harry called them back.

"No! Don't go! Please s-stay."
"Alright, Harry! On one condition." Addressed Hermione.

"What's the condition?" Asked Harry, letting out a hoarse cough.

"If you stay in bed." Stated Hermione. Harry nodded, and smiled as the Trio sat around his bed.

They talked for hours, talking about Quidditch (Much to Hermione's dismay), Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Voldemort. The only stopped when a nurse came waltzing in, and told them that Harry needed sleep. Ron had carried Hermione out of the room, as she had fallen asleep.

Harry had a very disturbed sleep. He kept dreaming about Voldemort. Harry guess some of the dreams were visions.

He woke up by a shrieking laugh. Harry opened his eyes slowly and saw Ron, Hermione, and Ginny talking, and laughing. Their faces were red. Ron was the first to notice the stirring form of Harry.

"Harry! We were w-wondering when yo-you'd wak-wake up!" Laughed Ron. He looked drunk. Hermione stood up and walked over to Ron. Ginny however, stayed put, and started laughing. She kept on laughing, till eventually, she fell of her chair, and lay spread eagled, still laughing.

"Are you guys drunk?" Asked Harry.

"Dru-drunk? No-no!" Cried Ron. Harry gave his a serious look.

"Alright… W-we ar-are!" Said Ron, eventually, after a lot of staring.

"Ron! Ginny! Hermione! I thought you were much more mature!" Accused Harry.

"We… We are!" Grinned Ginny, weakly. Hermione started laughing, then suddenly, fell to the ground, and started vomiting.

"Ar-are you alright?" Asked Harry.

"Y-ya… I-I'm ju-just fine…" Whispered Hermione, her voice was very hoarse. Hermione stood up. Her face was pale, and her bottom lip was trembling. Ginny started laughing, before she shut her eyes, and collapsed on the floor.

"Ginny!" Screamed Harry. Then, he heard two more thumps, and saw Ron and Hermione lying on the floor in a crumpled heap.

"Oh, Great…" Harry said to himself.

"Sirius! Sirius!" Called Harry. "Sirius!"

Sirius came storming into the room, his long Hair plastering his face. Sirius looked at the three bodies lying on the floor.

"Death Eaters?" Asked Sirius.

"More like Alcohol…" Answered Harry. Sirius slipped his wand into his belt, and frowned.

"Molly! Arthur!" Called Sirius. They waited for a few minutes, and after an ackward silence, the door opened, and in walked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"What happen?" Asked Arthur Weasley. He looked tired and sick.

"They passed out, Harry says cause of alcohol." Sighed Sirius.

"Figures! Ron is the type to do that… But Hermione and Ginny1 Clearly unsuspected." Stated Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, it is…" Sirius rubbed his eyes. The three adults jumped when Harry let out a sharp cough.

Sirius turned around. Harry had a hand over his mouth and was coughing harshly. His face was a deathly pale, his eyes weren't shining like always, and for once his hair was straight.

Just then, Harry fell into the darkness that surrounded him. He shut his eyes and fell onto his pillow, blood seeping from the corner of the mouth, not knowing what was wrong with him; he slipped into the darkness, almost taken by the darkness, not being able to find the light… not anymore.

(A/N) I couldn't think find a better name for my chapter, but enjoy. This one is a bit longer. Please Read and Review.