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A couple days later
/Maybe he's running late/ Harry decided, as he waiting at the sidewalk in front of the school for Sirius to pick him up.
This had been happening more often lately. Harry was honestly starting get worried about Sirius. His godfather had seemed to have given up... on something; Harry had no idea what had caused it, but he had a feeling it had something to do with him.
Sirius still made it to work, most days, although his boss had started to call home, leaving messages on the machine. Often, Sirius didn't leave the room. When he took Harry to school it was like their roles had reversed. It was Harry that actually tried to start conversations, so used to Sirius trying to talk to him. Usually Sirius just grunted then went quiet again.
And Harry had no idea what to do; he refused to talk about it with Dr. Atrum. This was about Sirius, not him.
So, Harry sat on the sidewalk and waited.
After a while, Harry realized he wasn't alone. He look up behind and saw Cho. Instantly, he felt resentment towards the girl. "What do you want?" Harry asked, almost growling. Actually, he wanted to get up and walk away, but didn't want to give her the satisfaction of him running away again.
"Can we talk, Harry?" She ask quietly. Cho completely expected him to tell her off, but he didn't.
"About what? We're not together."
"I know. I'm sorry." She was quiet for a moment, fidgeting. "I really did like you."
"How can you say that?!" Harry looked incredulously at her. "You honestly expect me to believe that."
"I understand that you don't believe me. I did, do, like you, just not as a boyfriend." Cho grimaced at the admission. "You really are different from the other guys. I was telling the truth when I said I like that about you." She trailed off and things were silent for a moment.
"What about the bet? You still used me, even if you are sorry." Harry stood up, suddenly, and faced her. "I let you have take my virginity over a bet. What about that?!" He yelled. It was like a damn was breaking, letting small streams of his anger out. "You know, I could say you raped me that night, if wanted to. I don't care about the so called code of 'masculinity'. I could do it."
"But you wouldn't, would you." Cho wasn't asking. She really didn't think he was the type to do something like that, even if she did deserve it. "And you never exactly told me no."
"I didn't want to have sex with you and you knew it." Cho couldn't deny it.
"Could you ever forgive me?" She pleaded one last time.
"Are you really sorry?" Harry stared at her, still looking angry, but not as much as before.
"Yes. I am." She had to get him to believe her!
"What about your friends. Do they know you're doing this?" Cho's silence told Harry what he needed to know. Her reputation was more important. "Than you can get away from me."
Harry started to walk away; he would just get home on his own.
"I'll tell them, Harry! I'm sorry!" Cho yelled, but Harry didn't turn around. /I really do want to be your friend/, she thought as she watched him walk away.
/Starting today, I'll be a real friend. I'll show you./ Cho smiled slightly.
It felt like a weight had been lifted from her heart as she thought those words.
Cho knew she could do it, for him.
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Harry got home to find the house a wreck; it hadn't looked this bad in even when he first moved in. Chairs were turned over, a mirror was broken, and several other things around the house were destroyed. Glass bottles were also strewn here and there, some were whole but a couple looked like they had been thrown and had broken. There was also a nauseating sour smell in the house, causing Harry to wrinkle his nose.
The worry that Harry had before suddenly intensified. Was Sirius here? Did he do this?
His heart raced as he searched the house, leaving Sirius' room for last. It was a place he had never been in; Sirius had always closed the door behind him.
Harry knocked first, hoping the man had just came home to rest after work and accidentally fell asleep. That would explain him not picking Harry up. But what about everything else. There was a possibility, but not one Harry wanted to think about...
Nothing answered Harry's knock so he opened the door slightly, glancing inside. It was dark inside and the smell was worse. He tried to calm down as he opened the door more. With the light from the rest of the house he finally made out a boot on the bed. Finally, Harry pushed the door all the way open. He could do this. There was nothing to be afraid of, it was only Sirius.
Harry's reassurances crumbled at the sight in front of him, causing the boy to grip the door handle to keep from falling to his knees. The man looked dead.
Sirius was sprawled on the bed, shirtless. His black hair was in even more disarray than usual completely covering his face, which was hanging over the side of the bed.
Sirius had told his almost immediately after they met that he had his own problems; was this what he meant?
All of a sudden, a groan came from the still body. Harry instantly started at the sound, quickly moving around the the other side of the bed, so he could see Sirius' face.
Harry felt sickness rise in his stomach the moment he saw the vomit on the floor, right under the man's head. "Sirius!" This time he did fall to his knees, avoiding the mess.
Without hesitating, he reached for Sirius' shoulder, shaking him slightly. He did move immediately, so Harry started to shake him again, when Sirius groaned again.
"Sirius." He said again, as the man began to stir.
"Harry?" Harry heard the man finally mumble, nothing else came.
"Yes. It's me." Harry said, his voice had a slight tremor. There was no returning answer, Sirius continued to lay there, semi-conscious. "Sirius?"
A minute went by, with Harry still prodding the man. He still didn't move. Calling his name didn't help either.
"Sirius! Please wake up!" Harry frantically pushed his one last time, before running for the phone. He couldn't think of anything else to do.
After dropping the receiver a couple of times, he finally managed to dial the number and waited anxiously for someone to answer.
"Police department." A woman spoke from the other end.
"It's my god-father. There's something wrong with him!" Harry yelled into the phone.
"Please calm down." The voice on the other end replied. "Now could you describe what the problem is?"
"Yes, umm... I think he's unconscious. He's been drinking, a lot. And... he got sick at some point."
"How is his breathing?" The woman asked calmly from the other end.
Harry ran his finger's through his hair, in nervousness. It was a reflex he had picked up from Sirius. "I don't know. He's in the other room. I think he was when I left. Should I go check?" Should he have stayed in the room? No, he had to leave to call. There was no phone in Sirius' room.
"It's ok, that's enough information. Now, you said he was drinking?" The woman asked.
"Um... yes. I'm not sure how much, though."
"Did anything happen before he passed out?"
"I don't know. He was like this before I came home." Harry answered, not understanding why she was asking.
"Good. Now, make sure he's not on his back. An ambulance will be at your address momentarily."
Harry didn't wait to hear the rest, instead placing the phone and then running back to Sirius' side.
He was still unconscious.
Harry had no idea what to do, now, so he sat down beside Sirius and did the only thing he could.
Wait.
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