The two men who were arguing just a second ago were now united with the same purpose again, both looking where Harry was lying. All three of them noticed that something was still not right.
Please, nothing more. This was enough. Sirius thought, jumped up and ran to the side of the bed. Remus stepped to the other side.
Harry's left arm started to move rapidly, brushing against the white sheets on the bed. Remus's eyebrows closed together, emphasizing his werewolf presence. He exchanged a puzzled but at the same time worried look with Sirius. In no time, the bed sheets started to turn red. Sirius let out a loud gasp. Dumbledore seemed to have rushed to the spot and muttered an incantation that neither Sirius or Remus have known. The blood was removed and Dumbledore turned Harry's arm gently.
At that precise moment Sirius cried out again and couldn't bare to look any longer. He sat on a chair next to the bed, his hands covering his eyes.
There, on Harry's left arm, was a large skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth, all bloody, imprinted into his skin.
Remus's eyes widened. The Dark Mark...
There was silence.
Dumbledore was bombarded with thoughts. He is back. Some of his followers must have noticed it for sure. He already has a troop of Death Eaters around him. There's going to be a battle in the end...
Remus was struggling with himself, keeping his eyes shut. This is going to be just like last time…
Sirius was shaking. The boy has had enough. He doesn't deserve this. He deserves a childhood, a mum and d… Sirius lost it. His sobs were echoing around the cold and silent office.
All three men almost leapt when the door suddenly swung open, revealing a long and black figure. Snape.
Sirius brushed of his wet face in no time. He made sure to hide his weakness in front this man. He straightened up, turned against Snape, as if he was shielding Harry. His hand was touching his pocket.
Snape shot a look of utter disgust towards Sirius.
Then, he faced Dumbledore.
"The aurors have taken him back to Azkaban. We have found Alastor. The Minister will be waiting for you this morning."
Dumbledore nodded without much interest about this information. "Do you have the necessary potions, Severus?"
Snape's lip curled, but took out all he had and walked towards Harry. Sirius stepped in his way. "I don't want him touching my Godson."
"Don't worry, neither do I." Snape sniggered. Sirius already took out his wand, his face red with wrath, but Dumbledore was quicker and cast a shield charm between the two of them.
"There is no time for this. Sirius, this is necessary, you know that…"
Sirius was fuming, but stepped aside. He knew Harry needed help immediately. He just couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this man. He watched as this git was muttering diagnostic spells and pouring healing potions to Harry's mouth. But Harry's face was getting slightly less and less pale, flooding with colour again.
"I have temporarily stopped the acromantula venom from spreading further, but the potions will wear out in about two hours. His knee is shattered, but will be repaired with the potion I just gave him. He might wake up soon. Considering his arm I… don't know what to do with that." Snape stopped clutching his left arm as well. Dumbledore noticed.
"Okay, this will be enough for now. Please, go and inform Poppy to come here in about an hour. I hope there aren't many people questioning her about Harry's whereabouts. Tell her to keep quiet as much as possible. I don't want Harry to be surrounded by so many people just yet."
Snape shot a furtive glance towards where Harry was lying and left the room without a word.
As the doors closed, Sirius turned back to Harry ruffling his hair. "It's going to be okay Harry. We are here with you…"
Harry shifted a little. Sirius inhaled. He must have heard him. Harry's face twitched a little. He suddenly opened his eyes. Sirius and Remus both held their breaths.
It all seemed a bit blurry. Remus took his glasses and gently placed them on top of Harry's nose.
Three figures were looking at him. Harry recognized them all. He was avoiding eye contact but he accidentally managed to look right into Sirius's eyes. They were red and swollen, yet there was some flash of hope.
Harry managed to voice the only thing that was on his mind.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault."