Chapter 2: Back From The Dead

Sirius Black was lying in a small, grey room, on top of a metal table. He opened his eyes wearily and moaned at the throbs of pain shifting through his body. He was feeling dizzy and lightheaded and his heart was beating abnormally fast as he was finding it harder and harder to breath.

As slowly as he could, Sirius lifted his neck up slightly, swearing profusely as jolts of pain shot his body. His neck trembled, and at that uncomfortable angle, he looked down at his body.

Shit.

He was lying, naked, with his left leg bent outwards disturbingly. The flesh at the side of his thigh had been sliced open so that the white of his bone was visible and the entire leg was caked in dried blood. His upper body was covered with swollen bruises and on the left side, there were a few bloody gashes of flesh torn away. He whimpered miserably as thehurt intensified while looking upon the mess that had been made of his body.

He lifted his right arm to touch his head and felt around to the back of it.

Fuck.

There was a massive hole in the back of it.

Sirius gently laid his head back down, analyzing the situation. His body ached like hell and he was feeling more and more dizzy and short of breath.

Damn you, Harry. He thought miserably to himself, If only you had fucking tried, I wouldn't be in a… whatever the hell this place is… Where the hell am I?…

All of a sudden the door to the room was slammed open and a chubby little girl came rushing in. Her face was flushed a light shade of pink, looking as if she had been running for a long time. The girl was wearing a fluffy pink dress and her curly black hair was tyed into two high pigtails; she looked about six years old. When she noticed Sirius lying on the metal table, she grinned toothily at him.

"Hello!" She called, while gently shutting the door to room.

She toddled over to Sirius and stood on her tip toes so that she was able to lift most of her head over the table. "Shhh! Don't let mummy know I'm in here," the little girl ordered.

Must be an angel come to comfort me in my dying moments, Sirius thought sarcastically.

The little girl poked Sirius's bloody head curiously. The hole was not visible to her, as he was covering it by lying on the back of his head, but the stream of dried blood that lead all the way to his shoulders seemed to… interest the child.

"Does it hurt?" the little girl asked, frowning.

Sirius ignored her.

"Does it hurt?" the little girl asked again, loudly.

Fuck, yes.

Oddly, she seemed to have heard that. "I'll make it better!" She promised and clenched her fleshy hands into a fist. With her eyes squeezed shut, a pale blue light exploded from her chubby little body and sealed Sirius's body in a ring of pale blue light.

After a few moments, the light faded away. The little girl grinned. "Okay! All done!" She anounced happily, awkwardly pulling herself onto the table by grabbing Sirius' arm. She crawled over so that she was sitting next to Sirius and reminded him, "now don't tell mummy I'm here!"

Sirius lay there stunned. Did that annoying little brat just… heal him? How the fuck did she do that?

He glanced over at the arm the little girl had used to pull herself on the table. It was no longer bruised and cut. He sat up quickly and looked at himself. Everything seemed healed. There was still blood everywhere but all the wounds had mended and disfigurements rejuvenated. His leg wasn't twisted at the awkward angle, the places where flesh had been torn out seemed to have closed over and… He felt the back of his head. The hole… it was perfectly healed.

He stared at the girl sitting beside him. She giggled bashfully up at him.

"How… how did you do that?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

At that moment, the door to the room was flung open forcefully and a very flustered looking middle aged woman stormed in the room screeching, "LOUSIAA! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT ––"

She froze.

Sirius stared at her.

The little girl squealed and clutching Sirius' arm tightly, hid behind his back.

The woman stared at the scene in horror. Her eyes darted from her precious little girl to the naked, bloody man that she was latched on tightly to.

"HAROLD!!!!!!" The woman screamed at the top of her lungs and scurried across the room, grabbed her child and fled.

Sirius's brain kicked into action. If he was caught here, he'd be screwed. The entire wizarding world had known he was dead for two years, and whether or not this family had an adult wizard, they wouldn't be too happy to see him rise from the dead.

He ran out of the room and noticed a long black coat hanging on a hook by the door. He picked it up and wrapped it around himself. Then, as quickly as he could, he ran down the short hallway towards the entrance and threw himself against the heavy metal doors, rushing out into the streets.

Judging from the cool, moist atmosphere, Sirius could tell that it was quite early in the morning and there were already quite a few muggles out in the streets, who kept sending him strange looks.

Sirius quickly walked along with the people, trying but failing to look as if he was like blend into the crowd. The people parted like moses and his sea upon seeing Sirius' lack of clothing for his bloody lower regions and his dark hair matted with blood.

He walked quickly and briskly, not looking back until he was well away from that… place and found a spot that was somewhat secluded and hidden from the passerbys. He then apparated to the front of Grimmauld palace, knocking furiously on the door.

The door was flung open by a tear-stained, puffy-eyed Ginny, who threw herself into Sirius's arms.

"Harry!" She cried, sobbing miserably into his shoulder.

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A/N It took me a while to update because I spent AGES on this chapter, I kept writing it, rewriting and editing it. I'm worried that it'll be kind of… meh, you know, lame. D: