Blue Moon
Chapter Five
HSHS
Harry shifted from his place on the floor and rubbed his arm, just now remembering he was hurt. His wrist seemed to be his only source of really pain other than his slightly throbbing nose. He'd forgotten about that too. He was such an thick idiot sometimes. He didn't think either was broken, his wrist wasn't some nasty mixture of black, purple and blue, and his nose wasn't bleeding. See he wasn't always unlucky. But when he thought about it he thought about the fact that he didn't know for sure and he needed to ask Sirius but the other boy seemed to still be lost in his own world. Crap.
"Um... Sirius?" Harry asked timidly, after his last comment Sirius had looked not just a tad bit shocked but he had smiled, however awkward, and then preceded to re-buried his head into his hands. He blushed just thinking about it, he had just let it slip, he loved Sirius and it was a natural reaction to want to protect him. He didn't regret saying it and meaning it but he was still embarrassed.
Sirius picked up his head and looked Harry strait on, a blank look still dominate on his face, 'They really must have done a number on him,' Harry felt a strong wave of pity flow through him but soon it was wiped out by the thought that Sirius didn't need pity he needed a friend that all of his old friends weren't willing to be for him. He flushed in anger and then thanked the Gods the room was dark, he didn't need Sirius to think he was nuttier than he already did.
"Yea, Harry?" Sirius finally asked after a few too many seconds of silence. Harry noticed with a small jolt that Sirius looked a little bit concerned for him.
"When I fell from.. wherever, I landed on my arm, and then when I was basically running away I ran into the door. I think I might have hurt my arm pretty badly it still hurts an-" Harry blinked and stopped himself when he saw Sirius jump up from his stool and rush over to him with a worried look on his handsome face.
"Why didn't you tell me before you dolt! You could have really hurt yourself and it could have only gotten worse while we ignored it!" Sirius put his hands under Harry's arms and lifted him off the floor and onto his feet in a blink of Harry's eyes, he grabbed Harry's uninjured arm and wrapped it around his shoulder and started walking from the room.
"What are you doing?! I can walk by myself!" Harry cried indignantly, but Sirius just ignored him and walked just a little faster towards the door. When they walked out and Sirius muttered the locking password to the door and they walked into the hall, Harry couldn't quite seem to be able to quell his insatiable curiosity.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked accepting the fact that he was going to be treated the damsel in this fairytale. Sirius gave him a look out of the corner of his left eye.
"To my room, you need to lay down, and I need to see your wrist you could really be hurt," Harry huffed in annoyance. Really! He had been walking around just fine for this past quarter hour, so why start fretting now? 'Old hen,' he thought while he half-heartedly glared at Sirius. And then stopped mid-thought, Sirius hadn't had a friend in months and he was obviously craving attention and here was someone willing to give it, and Sirius probably wasn't too keen on the thought of that person being at all hurt. He felt a tad ashamed of himself for his childish antics and let himself relax in Sirius' grip, Sirius at least deserved that much for his concern.
When they reached the room Harry knew to be Sirius' room they walked in trying to keep as quite as they could, Sirius lead him to his bed when he had closed his dark oak door. Harry gapped, this room had changed since the past or, he corrected himself Sirius changed his room later in the future, or was it he had changed in in the past's future, or was that the same thing as the last one? Great now his head hurt, a voice in his head snapped at him, 'No more future/past talking for you, mister!' Funny how that voice sounded like Hermione. A pang went through his heart, his friends, he had a bad feeling he wouldn't be seeing them for a while and it made his heart ache in a home sickness he hadn't felt since he was a little kid sitting in his dark crowded cupboard waiting for a home he just knew he would never have.
The bed he was sitting on was a large queen king sized bed with black silk sheets, with large black silk pillows, with the bed posts painted a beautiful smoky gray color, the color of Sirius' eyes. At the end of the bed was a large black trunk with gold lining with a gold plate on top, the words inscribed on it spelling 'Black' in beautiful cursive letters. The large black wardrobe on the farthest wall from that had both it's doors hanging open with scarves and other kinds of clothes strewn across it and inside it. The desk on the opposite wall from the large bay window with gray curtains, had papers and books laying open and scribbled on. Ink bottles and quills were laying over the top of the desk as well, carelessly left open and unkempt.
"You like?" Sirius asked flatly as he searched through one of the drawers in his night stand by his bed, Harry mumbled something that sounded a lot like, 'S'pose so.' Sirius let his shoulders drop and he let out a frustrated sigh, and Harry suddenly worried he had said something wrong. He had just opened his mouth to let out his insecure apology and jumped when Sirius yelled out Kreature's name. When Harry heard a loud 'pop' come from behind him he spun around still clutching his now aching wrist. 'How didn't I notice this before is beyond me, it hurts like all hell!'
"Master calls?" The little thing asked sourly.
"Kreature I need some bandages and a sling, we still have it from the time Regulus broke his arm, right?" Sirius asked walking over to the house elf and giving him a glare that would have any lesser creatures running and hiding. Kreature bowed and grit his teeth.
"You mean the time when Master pushed his younger brother down the stairs and poor young Master Regulus broke his arm? That sling?" Sirius scowled at the creature and let a malicious glint come into his eyes.
"Yes that one, the one you'll be wearing if you don't go and get it for me, along with the bandages and some bone relaxant, and a large vile of pain reliever potion, and another of dreamless sleep. Now," Kreature tried to hide his own small scowl and bit his lip to stop himself from saying something nasty to his master. He couldn't disrespect master more than he already had or he would have to punish himself.
"Yes, Master," and he was gone, Sirius let his deep hatred for that little snot seep out of his bones, and he went back to being relatively calm once again. Sirius craned his neck and sent a small smile at Harry.
"Is he this bad in the future?"
"Worse," Sirius snorted and let out a small bark-like laugh, the one that made Harry grin, the one that let him remember his Sirius, and he decided to add more for affect, "He bloody mumbles to himself, screaming about your mad screetchin' mum! Ramblin' on about traitors and filthy people in his house! Ravin' little bugger he is!" Sirius clutched his side in pain, as his laughter took on a new level, and then Sirius became a bit hysterical. Laughing like he hadn't laughed in years, but really more like months. And when Harry saw a tear leak out of Sirius' eye, he got a bit worried. But Sirius' laughter soon calmed into the occasional chuckle and hiccup, and not hysterical tears like Harry had come to expect. Sirius wiped the tear away and smiled at Harry again. He seemed to see him in a new light, a happy one and Harry was sure he liked what he saw.
"Thanks for that, I really did need a good laugh, mate!" Harry smiled back and they just sat there like a couple of grinning fools until Kreature came back frowning and grumbling to himself. Harry decided the thing was nice to people other than Sirius in this time, opposed to him hating everyone other than Mrs. Black in the future.
"Master's requests," he put all the items, that laid on a silver platter, onto the bed beside Sirius then he bowed and 'popped' away again.
"Now you lay back I'm going to bandage you up," Harry felt his lips open to protest but he once again stopped himself and backed his body up to the wall of pillow's leaning against the dark gray headrest on the bed. Sirius got up and grabbed a small container of ointment then walked over to the side of the bed by Harry and began to rub some onto Harry's sore wrist.
"I'm not going to be able to tell if it's broken until I take you to St. Mungo's, but this will do to heal up the bruises and relax your bones, where ever the ointment touches. I'll give you a pain reliever potion in a second and your nose will be fine by the time the potion wears off. And don't worry I'll bandage you up right and proper, I've had to do it enough time for the guys and myself that I could do it with my bloody eyes closed," it was weird they both seemed to realize at that moment that he sounded like his old self, and it was stranger still when he didn't feel like breaking down into tears when he mentioned his ex-best friends. And Sirius realized that Harry had already affected him far beyond what he had expected anyone to ever again. Hell he was smiling again, and only after and hour or so. This boy was something special he thought, and with a pang he felt the loss that was to come when his only friend was to leave him to go back to his own home.
"Sirius?" Harry asked after Sirius had stopped putting on the ointment and had traded for staring off into space. Sirius shook his head and blinked a few times.
"Yea, sorry 'bout that, just lost my head for a second, sorry," he walked back over to the tray and set down the jar and picked up the bandages and threw the sling over his shoulder. When he got back to Harry he felt a little odd, he had been looking at Harry from the corner of his eye and he had suddenly realized how attractive Harry was, sitting on his bed with the light from the fireplace illuminating his already tan skin, his long tussled hair splayed out sexily on the top of his head, covering half of his left eye. And now staring into Harry's beautiful fire filled eyes, Sirius felt himself wanting to stare into the endless pools of emerald for the rest of his life. He had reluctantly pulled himself from his thoughts that were quickly sinking into very much the realm of the naughty.
He almost felt ashamed of himself as he was wrapping Harry's wrist, tingles going through which ever part of his hand that touched Harry's soft skin, he knew he shouldn't be thinking these kinds of things about Harry, his best friend's son, now his only friend, someone who he claimed to love in the future as a Godson, but he couldn't help himself. He knew know what he hadn't realized before. He was falling for his best friend's son. He could have slapped himself silly for thinking that.
He saw that while in his twisted thoughts he had already put the sling on Harry's arm and now needed to tie the sling, and to do to that with this kind of sling he had to reach around Harry to wrap it around his back. He gulped, well his was going to be fun. And Harry already knowing what had to be done sat up, gingerly cradling his tender wrist. Sirius took a deep breath, 'Don't do anything stupid you bloody wanker!'
When he leaned forward he had come face to face with Harry, their lips too close for comfort, he knew he was about to do something stupid, funny his hands were still wrapping up the sling's tie. And even after it was done he was still staring heatedly into Harry's eyes. And when Harry leaned forward his lip almost touching Sirius', Sirius let out a mental 'Whoop!' Sirius tilted his head and licked his lips, and lifted one of his hands and let one finger gently caress the side of Harry's face coming down to linger on his chin as he moved his other fingers to take hold of that soft chin and pull Harry's lips to his.
And he almost did, but just then they was a loud bang and the tray that had been laying on the table fell to the floor with a clatter, the potion glasses breaking open and their contents spilling out over the hardwood floors, but just as quickly as they had broken they repaired themselves. Magic, of course.
Harry and Sirius both pulled back and Sirius jumped off the bed, cringing at his stupidity, and his lost chance. Harry blushed a deep crimson and looked away from Sirius as he walked to the tray and picked up the potions. When Sirius walked back to him Harry avoided his eyes and blushed even harder, Sirius noted it went down his neck and into his shirt line, 'I wonder how far that goes down?' He smirked, and then he realized Harry was blushing because he had almost kissed Sirius, 'He almost kissed me and is blushing. That mean he likes me he wanted to kiss me! He could have pushed me away but he didn't! God YES!' His smirk widened, he liked this, he liked feeling like he had before The Prank, he was slowly becoming himself again and it was all Harry's doing. And he couldn't be happier.
Giving the potions to Harry he smirked again and brushed a few stubborn pieces of hair out of Harry's face.
"Take the green one for the pain first and the purple it will help you sleep," and he grinned when he heard Harry let out a small whimper of embarrassment, he winked at Harry and walked to the door. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute, you better be asleep by then Potter, or I might have to come over there and put you under one of my spells," grinning like his old self again Sirius began to whistle a chipper tune as he walked out of the room. This really was going to be fun.
HSHS
A/N: I love this chapter, you see Sirius knows he has Harry after that "almost kiss" and he is falling back into his sexy confident self again, at least around Harry. I had fun with chapter, I hadn't planned on this so I hope it doesn't suck. I want to try an update again sooner than later so WEE!
I hope you decide to review!
-Bloody
