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I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.

Chapter 15

Harry stared at his godfather. He had slept for a whole day? And he had been sick?

"I don't really feel so sick anymore," Harry said, "Maybe I can get better faster!"

Sirius smiled sadly and pulled Harry into his arms and hugged him. "Oh, Harry," Sirius said, "I love you."

Harry froze. He knew that Sirius liked him, he had known for a long time, but to hear his godfather say those three little words like this- like the father Harry had never had-

The walls Harry had put up around his mind and emotions many years ago started to crumble and came down with an almost audible crash. Harry broke down completely.

Sirius stared at Harry in shock; he had not expected such a reaction to his words. He hugged Harry closer to his chest and ran his hand in soothing circles over Harry's back. He made sure not to discourage Harry though, knowing that his godson needed to let his feelings out and cry.

Harry cried for hours, completely unable to stop the tears, while Sirius simply held him and let him cry.

"Sorry!" Harry hiccupped, once he had finally got a grip on his emotions.

Sirius shook his head and wiped Harry's tears away.
"You have no reason to be sorry." He said firmly, still holding Harry close.

Harry looked miserable and said, "Yes, I do!"

But Sirius shook his head again, "No, Harry, you don't."

Harry stared up at his godfather. All his life at the Dursleys' he had always been told that everything was his fault, that he was always to blame. And breaking down like this in Sirius' arms- of course it was his, Harry's, fault!

Harry decided not to press the issue though and snuggled deeper into Sirius' protective embrace.

Harry stayed in his godfather's arms for a long time, feeling safe for the first time in….. well- ever. Harry could not remember ever feeling this protected and, well, loved before. Harry fell asleep in Sirius' arms.

Sirius smiled when he saw that Harry was asleep and laid Harry back on the bed. He pulled the covers up to his godson's chin and sat there for a while, running his hand idly through Harry's soft hair and pondering what he should do about Harry.

Suddenly, the door opened quietly.

"Sirius?" came Anne's hushed voice.

Sirius nodded but did not turn around: "Come in."

Anne and Jim stepped into the room and sat down on the other side of Harry's bed, facing Sirius. The latter smiled tiredly: "Hi Papa, Gram."

Anne and Jim nodded to their grandson.

"How is he?" Jim asked, looking worriedly at Harry's too-small form. If he hadn't known that the boy was almost fifteen years old, he would have thought he was twelve, thirteen at the most.

Sirius, too, looked at his godson. "He's getting better, fortunately," he said, "His fever has gone down and-"

"We know that," Anne interrupted. "We mean, how is he emotionally?"

Sirius sighed and brushed a stray tendril of hair away from Harry's eyes. "We need to start over again."

Anne and Jim stared at Sirius.

"What do you mean, start over?" Anne asked, frowning slightly in confusion.

Sirius sighed again and turned to fully face his grandparents. "I mean that nobody has loved Harry since his parents died." He said firmly, looking both Anne and Jim in the eyes to make them understand.

Sirius had never seen his grandparents look this shocked.

"What?!" Jim almost shouted. Harry moaned and stirred on the bed, and the adults quickly quieted down.

"But that happened fourteen years ago!" Jim whispered fiercely.

Sirius nodded and whispered back, "I know, and all this time Harry has never truly trusted anybody!"

Anne and Jim were shocked into silence. After a few minutes, Anne asked tentatively, "Sirius, does he trust you?"

Sirius sighed sadly and turned back to look at his godson, contemplating the question. "I don't know," he said quietly, "A little bit, but- I think there may be a way to get him to open up to people again."

Sirius' grandparents looked at him curiously.

"How?" Jim wanted to know.

Sirius smirked slightly, "Why, magic of course!"

"Oh, right!" Anne and Jim said sheepishly.

Sirius laughed a bit and left Harry's room. He walked down the hallway and entered his own living quarters. Sirius sat down at his desk and pulled out a quill, some ink and parchment. Then, he started to write a letter.

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