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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 17

Sirius unfolded the letter with slightly shaking hands, smoothed out the parchment and read:

Dear Sirius,

I have received your letter and agree that Harry should take the de-aging potion. I am very sorry to hear that the Dursleys harmed Harry. Please believe me when I tell you that had I known sooner I would have taken Harry out of that house immediately!

I will come to your house tomorrow and bring the potion.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief and extinguished the lights. He pulled the bed covers up to his chin and allowed a small smile to cross his face. Finally, he would be able to help his godson.

~*~

It was around midnight when Sirius woke with a start. He felt disoriented for a moment and wondered what had woken him- when he suddenly heard screams coming from Harry's room.

Sirius practically jumped out of bed and, ignoring the dizziness, sprinted down the hallway and burst into his godson's room.

Harry was curled up on the bed in a fetal position and was whimpering. Silent tears were streaming the child's face, even though Harry was obviously still asleep.

Sirius rushed over to Harry's bed and took his godson into his arms. "Harry!" Sirius whispered frantically, "Harry! You are safe!"

Harry writhed and struggled in Sirius' grip but did not wake up. "No!" he moaned, fighting Sirius' arms that were tightening around him.

"Harry!" Sirius called, more frantically. "Please, Harry, wake up!"

The child in his arms whimpered again and raised his hands as if to protect his face. "Please, stop! I'll do anything! Please, no more!"

Sirius was almost going mad with worry and started to shake Harry's shoulder slightly. "Harry! Please, wake up, you're safe!"

Harry shot up suddenly, the look in his eyes was wild and frightened. Harry's eyes fixed on Sirius' worried face, and before he latter could say or do anything, Harry started to cry, trying in vain to stop the tears.

Sirius held Harry close and rubbed soothing circles on Harry's back: "Harry."

Harry looked up at him, fear written all over his face. "Padfoot?"

Sirius gave Harry a gentle smile and said firmly, "Good, now listen, Harry. Cry if you need to."

Harry averted his eyes. "I am fine." He mumbled defiantly.

Sirius sighed, but saw that there was nothing he could do for now. "Alright then, Harry." He gently put Harry back on the bed and pulled the covers up to his godson's chin. Just as he was about to leave the room, a small voice behind him held him back.

"Padfoot!"

Sirius turned to his godson. Harry was looking both hopeful and timid.

"Please stay!"

Sirius went back over to Harry's bed and sat down at the edge. "Anything you want, Harry," he said gently, running his hand through Harry's soft, black hair.

Harry smiled timidly up at his godfather and said, almost too quietly for it to be heard, "Thank you."

Sirius just smiled and kissed Harry's forehead. "Try to go to sleep, ok, kiddo?" he asked softly.

Harry shut his eyes and yawned. "Ok," he mumbled, and then he was fast asleep.

Sirius stayed with Harry for the rest of the night, just watching his godson sleep and hoping that Dumbledore would hurry with the de-aging potion.

~*~

At around six in the morning, Sirius went downstairs and got the breakfast tray for Harry.

Harry was awake when his godfather entered the room and accepted the tray of food without much fuss.

"Harry, I need to talk to Dumbledore for a few minutes, ok?" Sirius asked when he was sure that Harry had had enough breakfast.

"Ok," Harry said and handed the tray back to his godfather.

Sirius smiled and ruffled Harry's hair affectionately. He took the tray and went downstairs to the kitchen.
He poured himself a glass of orange juice and conjured up a stack of pancakes with syrup and began to eat.

Five minutes later, there was a strange 'pop' and Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was standing in the living room.

Sirius heard the sound of someone apparating in and cautiously made his way to the living room, wand drawn. He breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized Albus Dumbledore standing there. Sirius lowered his wand and smiled.

"Hello, Albus!"

The headmaster smiled back in greeting and pulled a small bottle with a strange, swirling blue liquid out of his pocket. Sirius realized that this had to be the de-aging potion.

"Sirius," Dumbledore said solemnly, "I need to talk to you about this potion."

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