Harry's Birthday

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are the property of JK rowling. I only own the new OC's which appear in the following chapters.

'What on earth happened to him?' Sirius looked around at the teenagers. They all stood looking up at him, only about sixteen or seventeen years old. Sirius had finally caught up with Harry at about three in the morning; he decided not to bring Remus or anyone else to help him. He had to do this himself.

'It was only meant to be a birthday present, man,' A guy stated looking rather nervous.

'What kind of a birthday present is that? He's just going around talking complete bull and annoying the shit out of everyone.' He looked around at them all. Not feeling pity for any of them in the slightest. They were just a bunch of children hanging around acting cool, and they nearly killed his Godson. Sirius noticed the girl with the black hair who gave Harry that bottle a few weeks ago.

'Where are all your parents?'

'Probably in bed.' One of them shrugged.

'How did you get down to London?'

'By bus.' A guy said, 'For some reason Potter wanted to stay close to this estate. So we just did it. We usually hang around the city, but it's his birthday so we did as he wanted.'

'Oh how nice.' Sirius said angrily. They were only a small bit away from Grimmauld Place. 'How are you getting back to Surrey?'

They all shrugged, 'We'll just keep walking and we'll probably end up there eventually.'

'Okay, now get the fuck out of here you little shits.' Sirius found his Godsons muggle friends to be highly irritating. They all trudged off unhappily, looking back at Harry to see how he was getting on. But Harry wasn't coping well at all. He was sitting on a step, outside one of the other houses with Lorena by his side. One of the guys at the end of the group paused, and punched Sirius on the shoulder with a grin, 'Come on, we're all guys here...' He leaned in to whisper in Sirius' ear, clearly a bit out of it, 'Potter just bit off a bit more than he could chew, and it serves him right for always trying to show off… Hey, who's the blonde sitting beside him?' Sirius glared angrily at the seventeen year old boy, 'Would I have any chance? You could give her my number to give me a call?'

'Just get the fuck out of here you stupid little child,' Sirius whispered back, 'I don't have time to be talking to you.'

The boy followed the rest of the group, which had been waiting for him at the edge of the road, waiting to find some way of getting home. Sirius turned back to his Godson and niece, and he could honestly say for the first time ever, he was incredibly mad at Harry. Nothing he could say when he came down would change what had just happened. This wasn't doing something noble, to be proud of, like his adventure to The Ministry of Magic a few months ago. This was just complete stupidity and he wasn't going to have any of it, not even if Harry played the orphan card.

Lorena was sitting beside him, holding him up, he was trying to lean his head up against the cold banisters. He was tapping his foot quickly. Overall he seemed okay now. Just mere minutes ago he was crying, muttering words Sirius couldn't understand. Sirius thought that tonight's events had been very lucky. He had just been upstairs in his room with a woman who Harry didn't have a clue about. Sirius was planning to keep it a secret just a bit longer, until he settled in with Lorena.

Penelope Black had been his wife for over sixteen years, and none of the youth of Grimmauld Place had any idea she was there occasionally, visiting Sirius. Meanwhile, Mrs Weasley was getting worried about Harry and was criticising Sirius' leniency. Sirius thought it would only be fair to let his Godson out, it was after all his birthday. Lorena decided to ring him to figure out where he was, he said he was close by, but that was it. Then she told Mrs Weasley it would be best if someone go find him, realising he wasn't in a very good state, but not mentioning it to Ron's mum. Mrs Weasley went to get Sirius, and here they were now. Sirius and Lorena had found Harry and were now in the process of bringing him home to Grimmauld Place.

'You know Lorena?' Harry was saying, 'I like you. I think you're nice. You know what my favourite thing is about you?'

'No, what Harry?' trying to guide him in the direction of Sirius' house.

'Your hair. You have the nicest hair I have ever seen. It's so long and messy… And blonde. I like blonde hair a lot. Then red hair. But I hate brown hair. It's disgusting.'

'Alright Harry, I think it's time to stop talking now.' Sirius said.

'No.' Harry said rather loudly, 'No one here is believing me. You know, I once knew a girl, and her favourite colour was brown…brown. Like what the fuck is that about? Would you even call brown a colour? Cause I know that I wouldn't.'

'Hmm. Me neither.' Lorena added.

'Lorena, don't be nice to him.'

'Come on Sirius, he's just in a bad way here. He's getting good trips and bad trips, all one after the other. Lay off him please?' They entered the front door as Lorena was whispering to her uncle.

'Lay off him? Lay off him? Lorena you have to be kidding me. He could have died.'

'He'll be okay. He's here now…' Lorena said as she made sure to keep and eye on Harry, noticing he was going into the living room she added to Sirius, 'Could you please get me a really big glass of water?'

Sirius raised his hands, 'You're the one who knows how to deal with this…'

Sirius left his niece to take care of his Godson. He went into the kitchen to get this glass of water Lorena asked for.

'Any luck with Harry?' Remus looked up from his paper, with a frown on his face.

He was alone reading the Daily Prophet. Tonks was upstairs, after organising a slumber party for all the girls.

'Yea…' Sirius said angrily, walking over to the sink to fill out a glass of water. 'He's on some weird muggle drug.'

'What?' Lupin asked quickly, 'I heard about some of those. There are some that are just deadly. Really shouldn't mess with them.'

'So I've just witnessed in there.' Sirius nodded his head towards the living room. 'Lorena is in there with him. Apparently she knows a lot of that stuff too…'

'And you know what Harry is going to say when he gets better?' Remus said returning to his paper.

'Orphan?'

'Exactly…You know,' Lupin started, 'Harry never struck me as someone who would use that as an excuse.'

'Yea, well, he's changed. Some of the stories I heard of him this summer just made me rethink how well I actually knew him.'

'I think he was always like that Sirius,' Lupin admitted, 'Now he doesn't really care if you know the truth about him.'

The door opened and Harry walked in, followed quickly by Lorena. She was clearly having difficulty with keeping him under control.

'Harry, come back here.' Lorena was saying, 'What's wrong with being in the living room. Why do you have to be in here?'

He turned abruptly around to her and said, 'Cause there are bad things in there.' He started pacing up and down the kitchen, 'I can just tell that bad stuff happened in there. You can't feel it but I can.'

'Yea… Okay.'

'I need more water.' Harry said urgently.

'You have like half a glass Harry,' Sirius said, wondering what on earth this drug was doing to him. He raised his arm to wipe sweat off his forehead.

'No no no no no,' He said very quickly, 'You might look at this and see a glass that's half full, but I see a half empty one.'

Remus raised his eyebrows at Sirius who rolled his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. Harry made an attempt to walk to the sink to refill his glass.

'No,' Lorena interrupted, 'Here, I'll do this. You…' She was about to say sit down but then changed her mind, 'You just pace up and down there and try to relax.'

But it was clear that Harry was in no mood to relax. He walked up and down, in front of Remus, who sat staring at him. Sirius imitated Harry, and began pacing the opposite side of the room, Listening into the conversation but clearly unhappy about doing so.

'You know.' Harry said leaning into Remus as if trying to keep a secret, 'You know, I know like, everything.'

'Everything?' Lupin wasn't sure whether he should laugh or tell Harry to shut up.

Harry nodded solemnly. 'I- I do. Yea. It's just I can't explain it.' He raised his hand again to wipe his forehead as Lorena brought over his water, 'You could ask me anything, anything at all. And I'd be able to answer it. But I just can't say it, because even though I know what I'm thinking, it's just hard to explain, you know?'

'But then how do you know you know it if you don't even know what you know?' Lorena asked, obviously having previous experience with this exact conversation.

'Whoa!' Harry turned to Lorena, his eyes wide, 'That is deep. How do we know, we know anything?'

'Because people teach it to us.' Lupin said, hoping that Harry would suddenly snap out of this, because in truth, it was slightly scary.

'But who said they're right?' Harry said, suddenly excited, taking a large gulp of water and spilling about half of it. 'What if, what everyone knows is just a lie? And I'm the one who knows everything… Wow, I have to start writing this down.' Harry made a start for the door before Lorena quickly and cleverly interrupted.

'No, it's okay, we have a quill writing everything down-'

'Really?'

'Yea.'

'But how do I know you're not on their side.' Harry backed up from Lorena, suddenly distressed; he went to sit on a chair, leaning his left arm against the back. 'Stay away from me. You're just going to cut my hair and sell it to someone, aren't you?' Lorena felt it was better she didn't answer this question; she just looked at the adults, as if asking one of them for help. But no one could think of anything to say. Harry had his arms folded around his left knee, with his head resting on it. He was half moaning, half crying. Not one person in the room could understand exactly what he was saying. And then suddenly, without any warning he fell off his chair, backwards, resuming the position of placing his head on his folded arms. He angrily kicked the chair, knocking it over on its side.

'What on earth?' Lupin whispered over Harry's sobbing. There were clearly tears at this stage.

'He's just going through a bad bit… He should be okay in a few seconds. He was crying when we found him.'

'And have you done this too, Lorena?' Sirius asked, now walking over to the where the others were standing.

'Well, yea. Everyone practically has done it. You get people in schools doing it too. You know, for parties. Muggle born's brought it into fashion. It's way easier to get than alcohol…'

'So, you're saying, you've been lying on the floor crying because of this before?' Sirius was clearly trying to find some sense in all this.

'I've actually never had a bad trip.' She glanced at Harry, who was curled up against the wall, sobbing, 'And I'm so glad.'

'And that's what Harry is having, a bad trip?' Lupin asked, Lorena nodded, 'When will it be over?'

'It all depends. He's been gone with them muggles for about two hours, so… He probably has another two left. But the effects will become weaker. Though, I'm not sure.'

'You know, he knows about the prophecy.' Sirius informed Lupin. Clearly trying to imply something about Harry's recent hobby. Lorena hit him hard in the arm, knowing that it shouldn't be mentioned. And just as Sirius angrily said what, there was a huge unsatisfied cry from Harry.

'Yea… The prophecy.' He said, no longer crying, but still distraught over something, 'That was perhaps the worst moment of my life… Like what the fuck is the point of this? This is why robots should exist. If robots existed we wouldn't have to do anything.'

'O…k. I was expecting a much worse reaction than that.' Lorena said, mildly confused.

'What's a robot?' Sirius asked, looking from Lorena to Lupin. His niece merely grinned at him, shaking her head.

'Yea,' Harry said loudly, 'But I've come to accept it. I think' He said as he raised himself from the floor to sit back down and join the conversation as if he had never kicked the chair over in anger, 'That I just can't be happy with anything. I'm one of those people that will only be happy when miserable… God I hate those people. At least this gives me something to do,' He shrugged, 'Water?'

'This is what you think it is?' Sirius asked as Lorena went to refill his glass, 'Something to do?'

'Well what else do you want me to see it as? If I had a nervous breakdown every time something bad happened to me… well, my life would just be one huge nervous breakdown… So, I don't let it affect me.'

'But,' Sirius clearly wasn't happy with this answer, 'You could die.'

'Pff.' Harry waved a hand at Sirius and grinned, 'You have no faith in me.'

For the first time since he found Harry, Sirius smiled.

'And you might think this has something to do with me being off my head, but nope.' Harry shook his head and suddenly became distracted with how his long hair felt as it touched his neck. As expected by Lorena, it came the time for Harry to vomit up all the water that he had been drinking. He rushed to the sink and threw up, followed by filling up another large glass of water. Then Harry took his usual place of sitting on the counter. He rested his head against the fridge and closed his eyes, still clutching the glass of water in his right hand.