Harry nodded. He wheeled himself to Sirius's ward.
HARRY'S POV
My godfather's once bright face, was now pale. His shoulder was in a cast and there was a tube in his left side to probably re-inflate his lung. He was elevated a little so he was not flat on his back. I wheeled a little forward and parked my wheelchair.
"Sirius..." I called. He slowly moved his head to look at me. I gently squeezed his hand a little as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. "How are you, does it hurt?" I asked.
HARRY'S POV END
SIRIUS'S POV
It did hurt, very much indeed but I could see how depressed Harry was. I did not want him to go through anything else. It was enough for him. "A l-little, I am just f-f-fine," I stuttered. It hurt to talk. Harry tried to bend a little but unsuccessful. He tried again but he didn't twitch. "What happened, Sirius? How did the Death Eaters capture you? Carnell told us that it was impossible to torture so brutally in an hour!" Harry asked. Only if he knew what was going on, I thought to myself. I answered, "L-later, m-my throat is ho-hoarse." Harry nodded sadly.
SIRIUS'S POV END
HARRY'S POV
I really wanted to hug Sirius but my body wouldn't bend forward. I was frustrated. I squeezed Sirius hand so tightly. I didn't want to let go. He was so close to dying. It would have killed me if he died. I was paranoid even if I thought about it. It's like Death threatening my only family and it's all my fault. The only thing that Death actually wants, is me! Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. I didn't want Sirius to feel bad because of me, and that he would blame himself for being the reason I'm sad, I couldn't stop sobbing. Sirius flinched in pain and I quickly loosened my grip on his hand. I felt ashamed.
HARRY'S POV ENDED
SIRIUS'S POV
I could see Harry depressed and paranoid, it broke my heart. I was unable to speak. I slowly lifted my hand and wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, they just want me, I'm the reason you're here!" I heard Harry whisper as he gripped my hand tightly again. It felt like he's trying to held me back from permanently leaving. My hand hurt my I did not dare to wince. It would make feel more sorry that he hurt me.
SIRIUS'S POV END
Harry let go of Sirius thinking he would hurt him further. "You'll be okay, I promise, trust me and I know you have forgiven me but still, I'm so sorry, Padfoot, I-" Sirius cut him off, "It's...not...your...f-fault," Harry nodded, " Well, I'll have to leave, I'll meet you tomorrow. " Sirius nodded.
HARRY'S POV
I wheeled myself out of the room. "How is he, Harry?" Hermione asked me. "He's struggling, he is in pain, Hermione, he is in pain because of me! What good have I done? Letting Voldemort return, letting Cedric die in front of my eyes, now Sirius is hurt. All because Voldemort wants me. Me, he wants me! Why can't I have a normal life?" I answered, tears rolling down my cheeks. Mrs. Weasley bent down and hugged me and she said, "Harry, dear, it is NOT your fault, not at all, I will not tolerate you blaming yourself." She wiped my tears. I nodded. I just felt so ashamed, Mrs. Weasley bent down to hug me. I felt weird, I thought I was ashamed but it was something different. That emotion, was one of the ones I did not like. I didn't want to leave Sirius but I had to.
We returned to the Burrow that night. Remus stayed over with Sirius, incase something happened.
Mrs. Weasley prepared everyone a fulfilling meal but I barely ate anything. Ron, as usual, ate up three plates full of food like a hungry pig. No offense to him. I was supposed to sleep in Ronald room today.
I went to the room and parked my wheelchair beside the bed. I rubbed the back of my neck as I looked down, deep into thinking and processing what was going on in my life...
HARRY'S POV ENDED
RON'S POV
I entered my room looking at my best friend, thinking. He probably didn't even noticed that I entered. He looked disheveled. I felt pity for him. Hasn't he gone through enough? I asked myself. I just hoped Sirius would be okay. I stared at him for a few minutes and then sat on bed beside him. Hermione came in joined me. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
It was Hermione who broke the silence, "Harry? Are you alright?" She asked him. Harry didn't seem to take notice of anything. I gingerly shook him and then patted him on the back.
Harry finally looked up, "Huh," he said, confused. "When did you guys come in?" Hermione's face paled, " It's been a few minutes." Harry mumbled loud enough for me and Hermione to hear, "Sorry, I didn't know, with everything that's going on..." He trailed off, back into thinking. A few seconds past and tears trickled down his cheeks. He looked down but I caught his look.
"Mate! Don't take it so hard on yourself. Sirius will be fine." Harry was still very paranoid, "I wish he will be." I gave Harry a brotherly hug and Hermione joined in.
End of the chapter, hope you liked it!Harry let go of Sirius thinking he would hurt him further. "You'll be okay, I promise, trust me and I know you have forgiven me but still, I'm so sorry, Padfoot, I-" Sirius cut him off, "It's...not...your...f-fault," Harry nodded, " Well, I'll have to leave, I'll meet you tomorrow. " Sirius nodded.
HARRY'S POV
I wheeled myself out of the room. "How is he, Harry?" Hermione asked me. "He's struggling, he is in pain, Hermione, he is in pain because of me! What good have I done? Letting Voldemort return, letting Cedric die in front of my eyes, now Sirius is hurt. All because Voldemort wants me. Me, he wants me! Why can't I have a normal life?" I answered, tears rolling down my cheeks. Mrs. Weasley bent down and hugged me and she said, "Harry, dear, it is NOT your fault, not at all, I will not tolerate you blaming yourself." She wiped my tears. I nodded. I just felt so ashamed, Mrs. Weasley bent down to hug me. I felt weird, I thought I was ashamed but it was something different. That emotion, was one of the ones I did not like. I didn't want to leave Sirius but I had to.
We returned to the Burrow that night. Remus stayed over with Sirius, incase something happened.
Mrs. Weasley prepared everyone a fulfilling meal but I barely ate anything. Ron, as usual, ate up three plates full of food like a hungry pig. No offense to him. I was supposed to sleep in Ronald room today.
I went to the room and parked my wheelchair beside the bed. I rubbed the back of my neck as I looked down, deep into thinking and processing what was going on in my life...
HARRY'S POV ENDED
RON'S POV
I entered my room looking at my best friend, thinking. He probably didn't even noticed that I entered. He looked disheveled. I felt pity for him. Hasn't he gone through enough? I asked myself. I just hoped Sirius would be okay. I stared at him for a few minutes and then sat on bed beside him. Hermione came in joined me. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
It was Hermione who broke the silence, "Harry? Are you alright?" She asked him. Harry didn't seem to take notice of anything. I gingerly shook him and then patted him on the back.
Harry finally looked up, "Huh," he said, confused. "When did you guys come in?" Hermione's face paled, " It's been a few minutes." Harry mumbled loud enough for me and Hermione to hear, "Sorry, I didn't know, with everything that's going on..." He trailed off, back into thinking. A few seconds past and tears trickled down his cheeks. He looked down but I caught his look.
"Mate! Don't take it so hard on yourself. Sirius will be fine." Harry was still very paranoid, "I wish he will be." I gave Harry a brotherly hug and Hermione joined in.
End of the chapter, hope you liked it! Pleasee review!
