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Chapter 14
After Harry had finished eating, Sirius told him some more stories about the Marauders and Lily. About one hour and many pranks later, Harry fell asleep again.
Sirius smiled at his godson and pulled the covers up to Harry's chin. Then he tiptoed out of the room and shut the door quietly.
Sirius went downstairs to the living room and talked to his grandparents. Around ten at night, Sirius, Anne, and Jim went to bed.
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In the middle of the night Harry woke up. He yawned and wanted to stretch- when he suddenly realized that he could not move! Try as he might, Harry couldn't move his arms or legs. Harry started to panic, and was not comforted by the queasy feeling in his stomach. Harry's breathing quickened. Should he try to call for help?
Suddenly, Harry was sized by a violent coughing fit. The queasy feeling in his stomach got worse, and then, before Harry could do anything, he vomited all over the bed.
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Sirius woke up to the sound of Harry coughing. He got up quickly and practically sprinted down the hallway to Harry's room. He opened the door and entered Harry's room- and saw immediately that Harry had vomited. Harry himself lay curled up into a little ball in the corner of the bed.
Sirius went over to his godson, gently lifted him up and put him in the comfortable armchair beside the bed. He went over to the window and opened it, allowing the fresh night air into the room.
Then, Sirius fetched new bedding from the cupboard in the hallway and changed Harry's bed.
Turning back to his godson, Sirius saw that Harry's pyjamas were dirty, too. So, Sirius picked Harry up and carried him into the bathroom. He helped Harry rinse his mouth and put on new nightclothes, and then he carried his godson back to his bedroom. The whole time, Harry had not said a word and Sirius was beginning to go mad with worry.
He put Harry down on the bed and slipped in beside him, pulling Harry into a protective embrace. They lay in silence for a few minutes. Then-
"I'm sorry!" Harry whimpered and buried his face in Sirius' chest.
Sirius pulled Harry closer: "Don't be, Harry." He whispered.
But Harry started to squirm in Sirius' arms: "But I ruined the covers! Why shouldn't I be sorry?"
Sirius began to rub soothing circles on Harry's back: "Because it just happens sometimes, Harry."
Harry frowned and did not cease struggling: "No!"
Sirius sighed and released Harry, who immediately scooted away from him, eyeing his godfather as though he expected Sirius to hit him.
Sirius ignored the stab of pain and hurt that went through his heart and said, "Kiddo- I love you, you know that- don't you?"
Harry sighed and dropped his gaze. "I do," he whispered.
Sirius smiled and brushed some hair away from his godson's eyes: "Then don't worry!"
Harry looked at Sirius for a moment and then, suddenly, launched himself at his godfather and hugged him hard. After a few minutes, Sirius tried to gently withdraw, but Harry tightened his grip on Sirius and buried his face in Sirius' neck.
Sirius gave in and hugged Harry back. Harry's behaviour told Sirius more about the way the Dursleys had treated him than words ever could.
After a few minutes, Sirius felt Harry go limp in his arms and gently pried Harry's arms off himself. Then, he put Harry back under the covers and kissed him on the forehead.
He settled himself in the armchair beside the bed, intending to spend the night by Harry's side. He watched Harry's slightly shallow breathing and for the first time ever became aware of just how much he loved Harry. Now that he had managed to gain Harry's trust, Sirius vowed to never let his godson down. Because his name had been cleared, he would finally be able to give his godson a home.
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THE NEXT DAY
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Harry slept all of the next day and was only woken by Sirius so that he could eat and take the pills that the doctor had left for him. Sirius sat with Harry the whole day, stroking Harry's soft black hair, trying to make Harry feel better even when his godson was asleep.
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THE NEXT DAY
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When Harry woke up the next morning, Sirius was sitting next to him. Sirius noticed his godson stirring and handed Harry his glasses.
"Kid, how are you feeling this morning?" he asked, worry clearly evident in his voice.
Harry smiled and put on his glasses: "Better." Then, noticing Sirius' worried expression, he added, "Why?"
Sirius sighed and ran a hand through Harry's hair: "Because you slept for a whole day." He said seriously.
Harry stared at his godfather incredulously. "A whole day?" he asked. "I slept for- a whole day?!"
Sirius grinned at Harry, relieved that his godson was feeling better: "Yes, you did."
Harry looked slightly dazed: "How? I mean, why did I sleep so long?"
Sirius kissed Harry on the forehead: "Because you have been very, very sick, Harry." Sirius said seriously.
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