While He Is Sleeping
Chapter Five - He Sees Everything
I ignored all of the sound going on around me. Molly Weasley was sitting near the head of Harry's bed in the hospital wing, sweeping his messy black hair out of his face unnecessarily but rightly out of his face as tears rolled down her cheeks. She had kept quiet like Dumbledore had asked, but she couldn't stop crying. I understood, though. I was crying inside; I would be weeping if I was in human form. But I couldn't help but envy her. She knew Harry well, spent time with him; she was able to mother him now when he needs to be mothered. Lily should be mothering him, crying. James should be sitting beside his wife, crying or trying to comfort her. Even Remus and I should be helping, and smoothing Harry's bed sheets like it really matters if they're flat.
Bill was mostly staring at Harry and his mother. I know that Bill went to the Qidditch cup with Harry, but I don't know if they spent much time together and I think that's the only time they ever really talked. He was older though, and was more aware of what was going on in the outside world. Working for Gringotts also gave him advantages. He had a sad look on his face, but I could tell there was something else there as if it was his support system kicking in. He would glance at Ron and Hermione - who were staring at their friend hopelessly - with a sypathetic look and I knew that I liked him.
Ron seemed to be more hopeless than Hermione as he looked at Harry. He would occasionally look between his mother and me nervously, seeming to be afriad that his Molly would either know who I was or that I would transfer back into Sirius Black and put her into cardiac arrest. Hermione was crying softly, watching Harry out or worry but also petting me behind me ear in a soothing manner. It soothed me, but it also seemed to sooth her as well which made me feel some what of use.
Why does everything happen to Harry? He's already lost three people and that is three too many for a fourteen year old. And he'll take the blame? Harry is too selfless to not take the blame; his parents died protecting him, and Cedric died because he had gone with Harry.
James and Lily were thrown into the wirlwind that parenthood is itself, but then also into hiding. They dropped everything to hide and protect Harry; only to be betrayed by one of their best friends. When they died Harry was sent to live with Lily's shit relatives instead of me or Remus like he should have been. He had to spend ten miserable years with them and still has to go back every summer. And even while Harry's here he can't get away from hell.
All of the troubles he had at the end of his first year and then everything that happened in his second. Last year he thought I was trying to kill him all year, and then he had the dementors going at him every chance they could, and then he lost Moony at the end of the year. This year he had to go through the Triwizard Tournament!
The final challenge of the tournament he was too young to be in should have been the easier one. I know there was a lot of stuff in the thoughout the maze but I prefered it rather than the dragon and an hour under water. Of course, though, a death eater had to ruin it. Obviously I knew Crouch was the person that put Harry through everything this year anyways, but this was the worst thing.
He and Cedric had made it to the cup together; and both being from Hogwarts, they decided to take it together. Harry had to watch his friend be murdered in cold blood by the man that had betrayed his parents, then he had to have blood taken by the same rat to recreate the most dangerous and feared wizard in the whole world - Voldemort. Voldemort came back to life in front of Harry and after talking to all of the death eaters that weren't in Azkaban, Harry had to dual Voldemort. James and Lily had come out of Voldemort's wand and had helped Harry like the brilliant parents they were. When he had gotten back to his school - his home - he had been let down by the professor he had trusted all years, finding out that the said professor wasn't a professor at all really, and had put him through all of this.
For now though, he's sleeping in the hospital wing with people who love him surrounding him. I stood up on my four legs and jumped gently onto the end of Harry's bed, settling myself in between his legs and closing my eyes with a sigh. I loved Harry, and I hope he knows I do. I know he doesn't remember me ever telling him and now I feel it may be pushing the boundaries of our relationship. He has been through so much I just want to hug him and hold him to me.
Earlier when he was crying I wanted to just pull him into my arms and cry with him. I wanted to do everything I could possibly do for him and I knew I would in a heart beat. Everything in my life revolved around him, and I had no problem with it. He was little Harry who isn't so little anymore. He's grown up too fast and seen way too many things; but I will always be there for him.\
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