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Chapter 16
It's been almost three weeks since Harry was put in the muggle hospital, still the boy hasn't woken up from his comma. Many have given up hope on him ever waking up because of what the newspaper wrote. They gave the details on how Voldemort had died, but they also made Harry sound as if he had died, by talking about how brave that little boy was, how much they'll miss him, and a load of other rubbish. The only good thing that came out of it is that Sirius got freed, by using Vertiserum on Wormtail, there was no big usual trial, with both the victims there. Instead they just gave Wormtail the vertiserum and asked him questions. They did that to all the Death Eaters, just to make sure that there were no mistakes. They couldn't afford this happening again.
The only people who had been at the place were the incident occurred still have faith that Harry will wake up. No matter how long it'll take they will wait.
However there was one person who didn't seem to know to which side he belonged. Sirius just seemed to be lost, and confused. He was the only one, who stayed with Harry, not that he would let anyone else stay.
The man would just sit by the bed and look at his godson's thin, pale face as if expecting him to wake up from his sleep any moment. Sometimes he would talk to the boy, telling him about Hogwarts, and about some quite peculiar events with the young mans father. Though the look in the godfather's eyes plainly said that he was miserable, and hopeless. As if he knew the truth that the boy might just die any second, and slip away into eternal darkness.
Right now Remus was sitting in the Burrows small kitchen with a cup of hot tea in his hands, and a plate full of cookies on the table in front of him while Mrs. Weasley bustled around the room doing almost everything.
" How has Sirius been these past few days?" She asked whipping the kitchen counter with one hand, and waving the wand over the pot of unpealed carrots with the other.
" Oh he's. he's fine," said Remus stumbling over the words slightly. Sirius was anything but good, and it was frustrating that he couldn't do anything about that.
Mrs. Weasley stopped her work, and looked at Remus sympathetically then said, " Did you try talking to him?"
Remus nodded and took a little sip of his cup. He sure tried to talk to Sirius, but the man just sort of didn't acknowledge his existence.
" Well, what did he say?" she asked abandoning her work and taking a seat facing Remus. She was really worried about. well everyone. They all seemed to be taking it so personally, and she had to be the one to listen to then get it all out. She didn't mind it one bit. In fact she'd tell herself that things had to be perfect for Harry when he wakes up. It was the only way to keep on going. That young boy was like a son to her. He had saved her daughters life once, and she could bet that he would do it again with a second thought. In other words, she owed it to him in a way.
Remus bit his lower lip and said, " Nothing." Mrs. Weasley raised her eyebrows.
" I mean it, he just stared at. at Harry, and did nothing so I left. I didn't want to. disturb him," Remus said. Why did he feel like a five-year- old every time he tried talking to her like that?
" Nonsense! That man has go out and live his life. I'll go have a word with him," she said in a slightly high voice, and she meant it for she stood up, put on her old cloak and said, " Well are you coming?"
Remus just looked at her. She meant it. Well she's going to be in for a disappointment because Sirius was a thick mule when it came to his godson. " Yeah, yeah sure," he said and stood up, abandoning his cup of tea.
With that he ran after her out the door, then apparated.
They walked toward the hospital door under the warm sun, with a slight breeze playing with their hair. They looked quite strange. A plump woman, wearing a maroon cloak and a long robe, and a man the same sort of clothes but a dark blue cloak.
They entered the large door, and walked quickly to the elevator. Although Mrs. Weasley was not the kind to be fascinated by muggle objects, the look on her face denied that fact.
Once the two door sides slid open, they walked immediately toward the room that held Sirius and not to mention Harry. Once outside the door, Mrs. Weasley stopped and held her hand as a gesture for Remus to stop as well.
Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath then flapped her hands about, exhaled and opened the door. Remus just watched with a small smile on his face. That woman was just amazing, she was a mother for every one. Shaking his head he followed her in.
Inside was the usual sight. Harry lying pale on the white bed with wires attached to his body from almost every side, and gauze wrapped around his thin frame. Then there was Sirius. He was seated on a chair haunched over the bedside with his head placed on his folded hands, gazing at Harry with that look in his eyes.
"Sirius," Mrs. Weasley said in a quietly as she walked toward the man. Sirius was startled and his head snapped in the direction of the voice.
" Hi," he said in a slightly hoarse voice looking at her.
"May I sit down?" She asked politely with a small warm smile on her face.
Sirius nodded and looked at the floor as she took the seat next to him.
" So, how are you?" She asked in that motherly heart felt voice.
Sirius looked back up at her, and knew that he couldn't lie to her. It was just impossible to do so. " Not so good," he answered.
" I see. Well that's understandable. Have you eaten anything dear? You look a little pale," she said. Mrs. Weasley knew that she was getting somewhere with this. She had the gift.
He nodded slowly, then sighed. Maybe he'd be more comfortable if Remus was gone, she thought. Turning around she looked at Remus and gestured to the door. He seemed to understand because he said, " I should be leaving, Dumbledore's expecting me." Then he opened the door and left without another word.
" Sirius, dear you know that no one would hate you if you were to take a break. Especially Harry," She said straight to the point. She knew what was wrong and she wasn't going to go around the subject.
" I can't leave him. I just can't. I owe him to stay here. I left him for twelve years, I can't go." Sirius said staring at Harrys smooth tired face.
" Sirius, he will not think less of you, if you were to go on a little break. The boy loves you, he will understand. He's not going to hate you," Mrs. Weasley said. She wasn't going to give up so easily.
He looked at her with dead eyes and said, " He saved my life. If it weren't for him a dementor would have kissed me. He saved my life, and I just let him go straight to Voldemorts greedy hands. I should have been there for him, but I wasn't. I can't leave him now."
Mrs. Weasley looked at him really hard and said, "Look at me Sirius Black. That boy over there does not blame you, and neither does anyone else. I will not allow you to sit here and mope all the time. I don't want that. Your friends don't want that, and Harry does not want that either. You hear me and you hear me good Sirius, you get up and leave this door right now. Take a shower, then go out and smell fresh air. I am sure that Harry doesn't want you to sit here and rot in this room. I'll stay here. Out!" Her voice was getting louder by the word, and her face was so red it was almost a tomato. Sirius was so surprised he immediately stood up and walked to the door.
"Thanks," he said closing the door behind him.
Mrs. Weasley smiled to herself. There she had done it. She looked at Harry, and her smile faltered. Slowly she stretched her hand and brushed his jet black hair back revealing the scar and the newly healed wound on his head. She tried her best that's what mattered.
Two hours later, Sirius was seated in the Leaky Cauldron, on the bar with a glass of wine in his hand. A woman was two seats away from him. She was so beautiful and fair. She had long dark brown hair, and big blue eyes that sparkled like the stars in a summer night. She wore a long black cloak that covered the rest of her form. Well it was now or never he said to himself.
"Hi, are you new here?" He said stretching his arm out.
She stretched her arm and smiled, "Sort of." She answered. Her voice was silk like and so smooth it made Sirius' mouth go dry.
"Right. right... I'm. I'm. Sirius Black," He said stuttering all the way. I think I'm loosing my touch here, he thought bitterly.
The woman just gave him a leg-melting smile, and said, " SO you're the famous Sirius Black. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Black."
"Same here, trust me. An angel like you is very hard to miss," Sirius said. Alright he was back, he thought sarcastically.
"Why, Mr. Black are you flirting with me?" She said in that sexy voice.
" I sure hope so. What would you like to drink Miss." He asked politely.
" A glass of brandy would be just fine, and my name's Sanastria Remoor."
Authors note: well what do you think? Good. Bad. Whatever.
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Chapter 16
It's been almost three weeks since Harry was put in the muggle hospital, still the boy hasn't woken up from his comma. Many have given up hope on him ever waking up because of what the newspaper wrote. They gave the details on how Voldemort had died, but they also made Harry sound as if he had died, by talking about how brave that little boy was, how much they'll miss him, and a load of other rubbish. The only good thing that came out of it is that Sirius got freed, by using Vertiserum on Wormtail, there was no big usual trial, with both the victims there. Instead they just gave Wormtail the vertiserum and asked him questions. They did that to all the Death Eaters, just to make sure that there were no mistakes. They couldn't afford this happening again.
The only people who had been at the place were the incident occurred still have faith that Harry will wake up. No matter how long it'll take they will wait.
However there was one person who didn't seem to know to which side he belonged. Sirius just seemed to be lost, and confused. He was the only one, who stayed with Harry, not that he would let anyone else stay.
The man would just sit by the bed and look at his godson's thin, pale face as if expecting him to wake up from his sleep any moment. Sometimes he would talk to the boy, telling him about Hogwarts, and about some quite peculiar events with the young mans father. Though the look in the godfather's eyes plainly said that he was miserable, and hopeless. As if he knew the truth that the boy might just die any second, and slip away into eternal darkness.
Right now Remus was sitting in the Burrows small kitchen with a cup of hot tea in his hands, and a plate full of cookies on the table in front of him while Mrs. Weasley bustled around the room doing almost everything.
" How has Sirius been these past few days?" She asked whipping the kitchen counter with one hand, and waving the wand over the pot of unpealed carrots with the other.
" Oh he's. he's fine," said Remus stumbling over the words slightly. Sirius was anything but good, and it was frustrating that he couldn't do anything about that.
Mrs. Weasley stopped her work, and looked at Remus sympathetically then said, " Did you try talking to him?"
Remus nodded and took a little sip of his cup. He sure tried to talk to Sirius, but the man just sort of didn't acknowledge his existence.
" Well, what did he say?" she asked abandoning her work and taking a seat facing Remus. She was really worried about. well everyone. They all seemed to be taking it so personally, and she had to be the one to listen to then get it all out. She didn't mind it one bit. In fact she'd tell herself that things had to be perfect for Harry when he wakes up. It was the only way to keep on going. That young boy was like a son to her. He had saved her daughters life once, and she could bet that he would do it again with a second thought. In other words, she owed it to him in a way.
Remus bit his lower lip and said, " Nothing." Mrs. Weasley raised her eyebrows.
" I mean it, he just stared at. at Harry, and did nothing so I left. I didn't want to. disturb him," Remus said. Why did he feel like a five-year- old every time he tried talking to her like that?
" Nonsense! That man has go out and live his life. I'll go have a word with him," she said in a slightly high voice, and she meant it for she stood up, put on her old cloak and said, " Well are you coming?"
Remus just looked at her. She meant it. Well she's going to be in for a disappointment because Sirius was a thick mule when it came to his godson. " Yeah, yeah sure," he said and stood up, abandoning his cup of tea.
With that he ran after her out the door, then apparated.
They walked toward the hospital door under the warm sun, with a slight breeze playing with their hair. They looked quite strange. A plump woman, wearing a maroon cloak and a long robe, and a man the same sort of clothes but a dark blue cloak.
They entered the large door, and walked quickly to the elevator. Although Mrs. Weasley was not the kind to be fascinated by muggle objects, the look on her face denied that fact.
Once the two door sides slid open, they walked immediately toward the room that held Sirius and not to mention Harry. Once outside the door, Mrs. Weasley stopped and held her hand as a gesture for Remus to stop as well.
Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath then flapped her hands about, exhaled and opened the door. Remus just watched with a small smile on his face. That woman was just amazing, she was a mother for every one. Shaking his head he followed her in.
Inside was the usual sight. Harry lying pale on the white bed with wires attached to his body from almost every side, and gauze wrapped around his thin frame. Then there was Sirius. He was seated on a chair haunched over the bedside with his head placed on his folded hands, gazing at Harry with that look in his eyes.
"Sirius," Mrs. Weasley said in a quietly as she walked toward the man. Sirius was startled and his head snapped in the direction of the voice.
" Hi," he said in a slightly hoarse voice looking at her.
"May I sit down?" She asked politely with a small warm smile on her face.
Sirius nodded and looked at the floor as she took the seat next to him.
" So, how are you?" She asked in that motherly heart felt voice.
Sirius looked back up at her, and knew that he couldn't lie to her. It was just impossible to do so. " Not so good," he answered.
" I see. Well that's understandable. Have you eaten anything dear? You look a little pale," she said. Mrs. Weasley knew that she was getting somewhere with this. She had the gift.
He nodded slowly, then sighed. Maybe he'd be more comfortable if Remus was gone, she thought. Turning around she looked at Remus and gestured to the door. He seemed to understand because he said, " I should be leaving, Dumbledore's expecting me." Then he opened the door and left without another word.
" Sirius, dear you know that no one would hate you if you were to take a break. Especially Harry," She said straight to the point. She knew what was wrong and she wasn't going to go around the subject.
" I can't leave him. I just can't. I owe him to stay here. I left him for twelve years, I can't go." Sirius said staring at Harrys smooth tired face.
" Sirius, he will not think less of you, if you were to go on a little break. The boy loves you, he will understand. He's not going to hate you," Mrs. Weasley said. She wasn't going to give up so easily.
He looked at her with dead eyes and said, " He saved my life. If it weren't for him a dementor would have kissed me. He saved my life, and I just let him go straight to Voldemorts greedy hands. I should have been there for him, but I wasn't. I can't leave him now."
Mrs. Weasley looked at him really hard and said, "Look at me Sirius Black. That boy over there does not blame you, and neither does anyone else. I will not allow you to sit here and mope all the time. I don't want that. Your friends don't want that, and Harry does not want that either. You hear me and you hear me good Sirius, you get up and leave this door right now. Take a shower, then go out and smell fresh air. I am sure that Harry doesn't want you to sit here and rot in this room. I'll stay here. Out!" Her voice was getting louder by the word, and her face was so red it was almost a tomato. Sirius was so surprised he immediately stood up and walked to the door.
"Thanks," he said closing the door behind him.
Mrs. Weasley smiled to herself. There she had done it. She looked at Harry, and her smile faltered. Slowly she stretched her hand and brushed his jet black hair back revealing the scar and the newly healed wound on his head. She tried her best that's what mattered.
Two hours later, Sirius was seated in the Leaky Cauldron, on the bar with a glass of wine in his hand. A woman was two seats away from him. She was so beautiful and fair. She had long dark brown hair, and big blue eyes that sparkled like the stars in a summer night. She wore a long black cloak that covered the rest of her form. Well it was now or never he said to himself.
"Hi, are you new here?" He said stretching his arm out.
She stretched her arm and smiled, "Sort of." She answered. Her voice was silk like and so smooth it made Sirius' mouth go dry.
"Right. right... I'm. I'm. Sirius Black," He said stuttering all the way. I think I'm loosing my touch here, he thought bitterly.
The woman just gave him a leg-melting smile, and said, " SO you're the famous Sirius Black. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Black."
"Same here, trust me. An angel like you is very hard to miss," Sirius said. Alright he was back, he thought sarcastically.
"Why, Mr. Black are you flirting with me?" She said in that sexy voice.
" I sure hope so. What would you like to drink Miss." He asked politely.
" A glass of brandy would be just fine, and my name's Sanastria Remoor."
Authors note: well what do you think? Good. Bad. Whatever.
Dee: could you please send me an email and well see about that, ok.
Please Review.