Sorry this took so long, here is the knew chapter. Yes I know this is very short but the next one will hopefully make up for it if everything goes according to plan.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunatly, do not own Harry Potter nor anything associated with the Harry Potter series or Warner Bros. productions and can only take credit for what my own mind has come up with.
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It was a long time before either wizard spoke. So long that even the fire in the iron grate had began to burn out, casting the whole room with a dim red glow.
Harry watched from his place leant against the wall farthest away from the fireplace, as his Godfather knealt on the floor, staring into the dying embers.
The older man's form did not move or flicker, not even when Harry finally moved from his spot and slumped into an overstuffed arm chair, his bright green eyes never leaving the inner torture of Sirius' expression.
Harry wondered for a few moments what the man was thinking, neither of them had uttered a word since Snape's last confession and dramatic departure. The teenager sighed heavily and once again rose from his position, glancing at the grandfather clock in the corner which showed it to be a little past 1:30am, and with silent footsteps he breached the gap between himself and the other man and placed a gentle hand on the man's still slumped shoulder.
"Sirius?" his voice shook with disuse and he had to clear his throat to speak again, "Sirius?"
Said man finally turned his eyes from the grate to look at his Godson, ice blue eyes meeting bottle green ones and they gave away the built up pain, guilt and anguish that had existed in them since the moment the green flames had deceased.
"Sirius" Harry began again, trying to shake the haunted look from his minds eye, "I am going to need you to explain to me what exactly is going on...but for now, just answer this one question..." the older man nodded his compliance and looked to the younger with devastation in his eyes, "Do you love him?"
That was what it took to have Sirius leap to his feet, back away slowly and begin punching the wall with all the strength left in his body.
Harry watched as the older man took his frustrations out on the stone wall. He knew this show of madness frightened him somewhat, but he was also aware with exactly how calm he felt. Snape's words and confident, silky voice wrapped around his foggy mind.
"...he would never do anything to bring harm to you or anyone else he loves. You can trust him with that."
The black haired boy found it very easy to whole heartedly agree with that statement, however a small uncertainty in his own new found knowledge of what had happened between Sirius and Snape in their past, forced him to wonder if there was a dark side of Sirius, no matter how small, that even love could not stop him from causing hurt.
It only took, Harry noted, about 3 minutes for Sirius to grow tiered and stop his punching, choosing instead to slump against the wall with his sweaty forehead pressed against the cool stone he'd been abusing just seconds before.
Harry waited, watching as Sirius' shoulders shook with the effort of holding back tears and failing as a few strays slid down his cheeks.
He asked once more, "Do you love him?" And was answered with Sirius whipping round to face him, every mixed emotion he held playing out like a movie on his horrified face for the world to see, and with one small whimpered sigh, he nodded his head.
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A/N: Once again I am sorry this chapter was so short but this is how I wanted this chapter to end and I couldn't think of any way to make it longer. Never the less, I hope you enjoyed reading it and I will do my best to post the next chapter asap. Reviews, as always, greatly appreciated.