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Chapter Summary: Sirius and Remus take Harry to St. Mungo's.

A/N: Ah, the supportive reviews, they get me every time. I can't see how, but they just give me the yearning to post. –Smiles-

Chapter 18: St. Mungo's Hospital

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"But…" mumbled Sirius, with a reluctant countenance, as he tightened the hold he had on his unconscious Godson.

"Sir, I understand how you feel. First time parents go through this same thing on the first day of school, but if you want me to find out what is wrong with your son, you'll have to hand him over," the Healer told him gently.

Sirius was reeling with mixed emotions. First was his overwhelming worry for Harry, and his equally overcoming feeling of not wanting to let the boy go. It was officially kicking in…his 'Separation Anxiety' issues… Not to mention his current conflicting feelings, thanks to the Healer, of inner happiness at practically being called Harry's father, and sadness because he felt that his happiness betrayed Prongs on some level.

If Sirius was going through emotional overload, that was little to say about Remus, who felt the same, if not worse, but knew how to hide it well.

Sirius closed his eyes, took a deep intake of breath, released it, opened his eyes, and nodded resignedly. He lowered Harry slowly, and with great care, onto the levitated gurney, and allowed the Healer to take him. The moment said Healer had rounded the corner, however, Sirius made a convulsive motion to follow her. Although, before he could get two feet away, Remus reached out and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, causing the distressed man to turn around, a pleading look on his face. Remus solemnly shook his head 'no'.

"He…He's going to be fine, Padfoot. We got him here, there's nothing more to do but let the Healers do their job. Now is not the time to have one of your Separation Anxiety attacks," Remus smiled softly, hoping to have lightened the mood with his last remark. Which it did, somewhat. Sirius could not help but smile back and see the logic to his friend's words, even if he did not necessarily want to.

"I do need to learn to control it," Sirius sighed.

The two sat down in the waiting area, knowing that until the Healer returned with news, they would be unable to see their Charge. A pensive silence fell between them as they contemplated the day's events. Seconds passed to minutes, minutes to an hour and an hour to two before Sirius spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Remus…"

"Yes?" the Lupin replied, startled out of his thoughts.

"It's my fault, isn't it?

"What is?

"What happened to Harry."

"Why would you think that?"

"You told me…you told me not to," Sirius stated, conviction in his voice, sounding just like he had at fifteen when he had said the same thing for something else entirely. Remus quickly understood his friend's inner turmoil.

"Sirius, what happened today was anything but your fault."

"But you-"

"I told you not to take him flying, but you did, and, truth be told, it's a very good thing you did."

Sirius was taken aback by this and looked at Remus with narrowed eyes.

"How so?"

"Think about it. If you hadn't taken him out to teach him how to fly, the Weasley kids would have asked to go play outside with him anyway, and we all would've agreed. We would've stayed inside talking, and Harry would probably be gone right now. I for one, would rather him have to be here and healable, than there, and not," the Lupin explained earnestly. Sirius' eyes softened.

"Thanks, Moony," he said gratefully. It was then that they were interrupted by the Healer who had taken Harry earlier.

"Sirs, if you wish, you may now come and see your son on the fourth floor, room 303. A lot of magic had been drained from him, he was running a record fever that we're not sure how he survived from, but he should be fine soon. He's weak, but we're stabilizing him and he is at least out of critical condition, and is resting. He should stay here for a few nights, at least until he is up to top form," the Healer informed them. Sirius and Remus looked at each other with soft smiles on their faces, then at the Healer and nodded their thanks. With that, the Healer left.

"Do you think she thinks we're…you know…" Sirius inquired, for the Healer had kept looking from one to the other as if they were going to start hugging and snogging in happiness right then and there.

"Most likely," Remus answered with a weary sigh. "When you look at it from her point of view, it most certainly looked like we were." Sirius shook his head sadly at this pronouncement.

"Let's go see Harry."

The two wizards quickly reached the room their Charge was occupying, and entered. It was overly white, in Sirius' opinion. They found Harry on the sole bed, eyes closed, a peaceful look on his face. Relief washed over them as they came to either of Harry's bedsides.

"Harry…" Sirius almost whispered as he took Harry's small hand into his own, the feeling of guilt rising.

"I'm sorry, Harry," came the voice of Remus from the other side of the bed. Sirius looked up at Remus, surprised.

"I'm so sorry…" Remus looked on the verge of tears as he tenderly brushed Harry's bangs out of his eyes.

Sirius's curiosity wanted to ask why Remus was apologizing, but decided against it. Remus was obviously dealing with his own inner guilt.

"I…should've been there…" Remus stated, more to himself that to anyone else. Sirius opened his mouth to give his friend some comforting words, as Remus had done for him, but a knock on the door stopped him. A Healer stepped in.

"Mr. Black, there is someone out here to see you."

Sirius looked over at Remus who nodded for him to go.

"It's probably Dumbledore, I'll wait with Harry," said the lycanthrope, a slight shake in his voice. Sirius nodded and stood, glancing at his Godson's still form and steady breathing, not wanting to leave, but knowing it would not be for too long.

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"I've spoken with the Weasley's and explained to them of Harry's unique…abilities," Dumbledore informed the Black in the silent hall outside the room. The Hogwarts Headmaster had to leave soon in order to get in touch with Severus Snape about the going-ons of that day and see what more he knew of the matter.

"They did seem shocked when he…well, Flamed, I guess, for lack of a better word," commented Sirius. Dumbledore chuckled at this.

"One of the more well known powers of an Elemental would be that of using their power to travel from one place to the other instantaneously rather than via apparation...I must say it is a much faster form of travel with no chance of splinching. Though, it is usually only developed much later in life. To be used at this age is extremely dangerous," Dumbledore stated knowingly. Sirius gritted his teeth, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to the bloody Death Eater responsible.

"Molly and Arthur took the information well, despite it being something one doesn't encounter every day. They said they will come by later to see young Harry."

This snapped Sirius out of his reverie of revenge.

"He'll like that," the Animagus smiled.

"I do trust he is doing better?" the blue eyed Headmaster inquired.

"Yes, thank Merlin, the Healers brought down his fever. They're working on stabilizing his magical energy level now," the Black replied. Dumbledore nodded in response.

"Yes, it would have been severely low after using such an advanced power. As for the fever, that's understandable as well. Having the element of Fire under his control, it would be obvious that he could also control the heat levels around and in him," Dumbledore mused aloud. Sirius took a second to marvel at the elder wizard's utmost knowledge on the subject, before Remus opened the door and poked his head out, an extremely bright smile on his face.

"He's awake."

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-Ten Minutes Before-

Remus sat at Harry's bedside, holding the boy's small hand in his own and caressing it tenderly.

"Harry…you mean so much to us. Do you know that? You might say you do, but do you? Do you really?" the Lupin inquired of the sleeping four year old.

"What would we do without you? Our lives…revolve around you now. You're everything to us. You're like…our air," Remus whispered, willing his young Charge to hear him.

"We love you…I love you," he murmured softly, closing his eyes, racked with the guilt of not being able to save the child he held most dear to him. "…So much…"

A single tear escaped him and slid down his cheek. His eyes did not reopen until a small hand reached up and touched his face in a manner that was softer than gentle, wiping the tear away.

Harry… Remus thought affectionately.

"Don't…cry, Moony," said Harry weakly. "…I love you, too."

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A/N: -Sighs- Another one done. Did you all enjoy it or loath it? Hope the former, haha. Anyway, a lot of you liked the name Xantos. I liked it too, one of my favs when I was going through names that could match his character and personality, hence the reason it was used. It sounded, evilish to me for some reason, it stood out. Yep. Anywho, you all don't want to hear about that. We'll see more of him later, don't worry about that…wait…maybe you should? Either way.

Hope you all review and tell me what you think. Thanks for everything! Until chapter 19! –Waves bye.-