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Let Love In	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Six: Heartache

The smoke hung heavily in the air as Sirius sat before a nearly full ashtray and gazed blankly at the wall. He had a glass of whisky before him and a cigarette dangled from his lips as he slumped low in his seat. He should have been used to being alone, but he wasn't...he had become too used to having people around him, he missed the laughter, the company...being inside his own head for hours on end was torture worse than anything the Dementors could do to him. He crushed his cigarette out and lit another with a match. He didn't want to see that figure hiding in the smoke, he didn't want to see him...because he saw him every time he closed his eyes, he saw him in his dreams, in his head...and it was destroying him. His soul, already ragged and dirty, was shredding itself to pieces and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He was now firmly trapped, with no chance of escaping. He remembered so clearly Dumbledore's fury when he had discovered that he had gone to see Harry off at the station.

"What were you thinking, Sirius?"

Sirius sat in the chair looking defiant. "I needed to get out for a breath of fresh air!" he replied.

"You have endangered not only yourself, but the whole Order!" Dumbledore threw a copy of the Daily prophet onto the table.

Sirius looked down at it before glancing up at Dumbledore, gingerly he took it and scanned the page it had opened on. He let out a sharp bark of laughter and threw it down. "Come on, Albus, they're always speculating where I am! It's not as if they know the location!"

"This is a very serious matter, Sirius. If you had been caught..."

"But I wasn't, was I?" Sirius insisted. "I'm fine."

"But you will not continue to remain so if you insist on leaving this house. I am saying this for your own benefit; Do not leave the protection of these walls."

With that he had swept from the room leaving Sirius glaring furiously into the empty fire grate.

Suddenly he stood and threw the bottle into the fireplace, it smashed into glittering fragments as Sirius fell back into his chair. He had no idea how much more of it he could take...his mind, already shattered by his time in Azkaban was wavering. He could feel the cracks staring to show and not even when he spent time alone with Remus could prevent the feeling that he was losing it.

"Alone again, Black?"

Sirius didn't bother looking up. "What do you want, Snivellus?" He hissed through his teeth.

"I have come to give you a message from the Headmaster."

"Out with it then." Sirius snapped, his fury rising so fast it almost left him breathless.

"He reminds you to stay put and not to do anything reckless...but of course, his orders mean little to you..."

"Oh stop it!" Sirius said, finally looking up at the man he had hated since he was eleven years old. "Go back to playing with your chemistry set, Snivelly! And take your greasy, pointy nose elsewhere."

"Childish, as usual, Black." Snape hissed softly. "I would have thought that Azkaban would have trained that pathetic sense of humour out of you."

Sirius stood slowly, his whole body shaking with fury. "Don't...don't you dare speak about things you will never understand!"

Snape raised an eyebrow disdainfully. "I understand perfectly. You are a useless waste of space, wallowing in your self-pity and memories while people around you are working hard to fight off the darkness! I understand."

"You know nothing! Nothing about me! You will never understand what is was like to see your best friend lying dead before you...to know that he'll never smile, never laugh, never look at you again! You never had any friends!"

Snape's face twisted, he looked ready to explode, yet his voice grew softer, more deadly with each carefully enunciated word. "I understand what it is like, you imbecile! Do not pretend to understand me! I have grieved, I have lost, I have lo..." he stopped and took a slow breath. "I am wasting my time." He turned, but paused when his eyes landed on the photograph of Lily and James. Sirius watched his expression change to something...something that looked like he was in deep pain. The silence was horrible but finally Snape turned away and walked out of the kitchen leaving Sirius alone, again.

Remus stepped in through the door, only to find himself face to face with Severus. "Oh!" he said in surprise. "Hel-..."

"I am leaving." Severus stormed past him and out into the cool air. Remus blinked after him and shook his head slowly before closing the door and reactivating the enchanted locks.

Sirius stood by the fireplace, the cold hardly affecting him as he gazed into the flames Remus had lit when he had entered. They were silent, Remus watching Sirius tearing himself apart before his very eyes, he couldn't help him. He was useless in the face of his imprisonment. He could only offer his shoulder for support, he could only watch as his best friend, his lover, fell apart once again.

Sirius shivered absently, the flames causing shadows to flicker across his face and making him look gaunt and hollow like a corpse. Dark shadows surrounded his eyes and his lips were too pale, his face too thin, his eyes like dark caves of endless night. There could be no light without James.

Finally Remus stood, his legs taking him to Sirius' side where he pulled him close, pressing his forehead to his and whispering. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He repeated it over and over until he felt hot liquid splashing his hands that held Sirius' head still, he opened his eyes and saw Sirius gazing at him and weeping silently.

"Remus...I..." Sirius' voice cracked and he closed his eyes tightly, one hand holding Remus'. "I can't do this anymore..." He gasped softly. "I...It's killing me! I can't..."

"It's alright. I'm here for you...I always will be! I promise."

Sirius shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. "No...no you won't be..." he stepped backwards, gazing at Remus through his hair, his chest hitching painfully. "B-Because...if you stay...if you stay with me...I-I'll drag you down with me. You deserve better, Remus."

Remus felt his breath leave him as his heart stopped in his chest, his eyes widened slowly. "S-Sirius?"

"I mean it. I'm bad for you...we should never have...we can't...Remus..." He stepped backwards again. "I'm...s-so sorry..."

"Sirius..." Remus found he was unable to speak, his chest burned painfully and he reached out, only to snatch his hand back and gaze into those silver eyes. "Please..." he whispered, his voice breaking along with his heart. "Don't do this..."

"I have to." Sirius replied softly. "You know I have to."

"No." Remus shook his head sharply. "No...you don't."

Sirius couldn't look at him, he turned around. He knew he should never have begun it in the first place, he knew that the relationship would lead to this point, he also knew...somehow he was certain that he wouldn't survive this war. But he couldn't bring himself to explain this to Remus, he didn't want to see the fear in his eyes, because he had promised...he had promised not to die before Remus...

"I-I..." Remus fell into a seat, his face white as a sheet as he gazed blankly at Sirius' back. "Why?" He gasped finally.

"Because..." Sirius took a deep breath. "Because I'll destroy you. I...I know...how you feel and I...I am happy...that you can say those words with such ease. But I...We...can't keep on like this."

"I can't live without you." Remus said quickly. "Please..."

Sirius flinched. "You can and you will." He said firmly slowly turning around, when his eyes met those beautiful brown ones he wished he hadn't, because Remus looked as if he'd just been stabbed and he felt his resolution waver. He stepped forward and hesitated. "Find...find someone who you can love...and not love like me. What we have is unhealthy! Don't you see that?" He protested weakly. "You need something pure and real..."

"This is real!" Remus snapped, jumping to his feet. "I have never felt this way about anyone else before! It feels so good it hurts! Sirius...don't do this!"

"Remus..." Sirius breathed the name, speaking it like a prayer and before they knew what was happening they were kissing. Remus slammed Sirius into the wall, his hands gripping his hair tightly.

"Don't! Don't you fucking dare leave me!" Remus gasped against Sirius' lips. "You want to destroy me? Go ahead! I don't care...I don't! If you're going to burn, let me burn with you! Drag me into your darkness and I'll follow! Die and I will follow you past the veil! You can't get rid of me!"

Sirius felt his heart beat skip in his chest, he half opened his eyes and gazed into Remus' determined ones. He lifted his hand, shoving fingers into his hair. "You are a fool." He muttered.

Remus' smile was lopsided. "Well, that makes you doubly one."

Sirius laughed, he couldn't help himself. He threw his head back and laughed a loud bark and Remus couldn't stop his smile from spreading. Remus felt his stomach jolt pleasantly when he saw Sirius' smile, it made him look ten years younger and more handsome than he ever had before. He couldn't stop himself from feeling that warm, bubbling joy from overflowing as he kissed Sirius deeply. They were smiling against each other's lips, soft moans escaping them every now and again and their arms firmly around each other...

"Heh-hem..."

Sirius jumped, eyes flying wide as he pushed Remus back and they turned to the door. A girl stood there with wide eyes and long dark hair, her robes were soft grey and her shock palpable. "Oh..." Sirius muttered. "Tonks..."

"H-hello..." Remus muttered, trying to avoid her gaze. "I-erm...I can...um...explain...i mean..."

"Bollocks." Sirius said.

"Yes, Bollocks would sum this situation up perfectly." Remus sighed, closing his eyes.

Tonks' face was white. Her mouth opening and closing slowly, as if she was trying to speak but words failed her. Her eyes sparkled oddly in the light as they moved from Sirius to Remus and back again...and slowly Sirius felt realisation hit him like a ten tonne house. He cursed softly. "Nymphadora..." he stepped forward but she stepped back. "Please...listen I..."

"No!" She muttered, trying to cover the waver in her voice. Her wide eyes moved to Remus and Sirius followed her gaze, biting hard on his lip. "I-I...I g-got here early t-to...say...hi..."

Remus watched Sirius with a small frown, why was Sirius acting odd? He had seen the dawning realisation in those silver depths but he didn't understand what he had noticed. Tonks was obviously shocked, who wouldn't be when they walked into a room to find two fully grown men kissing furiously like a pair of horny teenagers?

"I'm sorry." Sirius said softly, a gentleness in his voice that Remus rarely heard. "Really, 'Dora, I'm truly sorry..."

Tonks smiled weakly, "Oh...no...there's no need to...I mean...I...was just shocked." Her voice was unsteady and Sirius could see the pain her eyes. He sighed heavily but before he could speak again they heard the distinctive sounds of people in the hall and Tonks had moved away, knocking over a chair in the process.

Throughout the meeting Sirius was fidgety, his eyes flicking from Tonks to Remus and back again. He had no idea what to do, now he knew that his cousin had feelings for his lover he felt guilty...guilty and slightly worried. Would Remus leave him for Tonks if he discovered her feelings? Would he want to have a normal relationship with a girl? Sirius tried to fight away these thoughts but it was useless. When he saw them together he could imagine it perfectly, a happy, normal couple...they could have a family, they could grow old together and have grandchildren and...and Sirius would never be able to provide any of these things for Remus. Sirius had never been interested in family, it was an alien concept for him, his only family had been the Potter's.

Remus couldn't understand why Sirius was acting strangely. Ever since Tonks had found them kissing Sirius was withdrawn, his eyes wary whenever his cousin was around, they became oddly dark when he spoke to Tonks and while the girl acted normally there was an air of disappointment surrounding her that made Remus suspicious. He tried to ignore the odd nagging sensation in the back of his mind but it wouldn't leave him alone. When he lay in Sirius' bed at night, listening to his lover's soft breathing he frowned as the nagging became an idea...an idea that terrified him. Was Tonks developing feelings for Sirius? He couldn't believe it, but it wasn't entirely implausible. Sirius was handsome, he was tall, had beautifully defined features and a face that had broken the hearts of many unsuspecting girls at Hogwarts, even before he turned thirteen. Then his mind began to wander if Sirius would perhaps be interested in Tonks...he ignored the fact that they were related, Sirius' own parents had been first cousins, so it was not beyond the realms of possibility. But that thought hurt him. It was agony to even consider it...but Sirius had been trying to break off their relationship, right before Tonks had walked in...He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth, scrubbing hands over his face as he wished suddenly that Love could be easy.

"We need to talk." Remus said suddenly, his hand resting on the arm of the chair. They were sat in the drawing room, although the room still smelt slightly of disinfectant it was warmer than the kitchen.

Sirius looked sideways at him, over the lip of his glass of whiskey. "If this is about Tonks..."

Remus shook his head slightly. "No...no it's...about you..."

"Me?" Sirius turned to him, his eyes reflecting fire.

"Yes." Remus sighed heavily. "I'm worried about you...you're about to do something reckless and I..."

"Me? Reckless? Never..." Sirius smirked, but it didn't ease Remus' worried expression. "Look, I'm bored...i'm bored...and sick of this place. I want to get out...I need to get out...but I'm not stupid enough to defy orders again. Alright?"

Remus bit his lip but nodded, allowing the subject to drop, he still felt worried. Sirius was acting strange and he didn't like it. It was worrying him to no end, the more time he spent away from the house, the more time he spent out of Sirius' company...he had the inexplicable feeling that Sirius was going to do something dangerous...simply for the thrill. He gazed into the fire and sighed.

"I've been dreaming lately..." Sirius said quietly, gazing into the bottom of his drink with a small frown.

Remus looked up, but said nothing.

"In them...In them I see him." He closed his eyes. "I see James, he's there...right in front of me, and he's holding out his arms, welcoming me...and...and it's like I've come home. But then...then I wake up..." He downed his drink, throwing the glass into the flames which roared as they tasted the flammable liquid.

"At this rate you'll run out of glasses." Remus muttered absently, he didn't like that, the dream sounded too much like...but no, he couldn't even entertain the idea. He took a shaky breath as he wandered why he could feel Sirius slipping through his fingers. He could almost feel them falling apart and he should have been able to fix it, he should have been able to stop Sirius from flying away from him...but he couldn't. Sirius seemed so distant, so far away that Remus knew, with a sudden, awful certainty that he was losing him and it was like a curse to the heart...he shuddered violently, wrapping his arms around himself and bowing his head. "Don't leave me..." He whispered softly, almost too softly to hear over the roar of the flames. "I can't live without you..."

Sirius said nothing. He gazed into the fire, only seeing a darkness there that obscured everything good and wholesome and twisted it into something terrible and evil...something so destructive he couldn't even comprehend it anymore. "He told me...before he died...he told me to let it in...he told me to love you..."

Remus looked up, blinking slowly. Sirius looked half dead already, and the thought made him shiver again.

"James, he told me to go home to you, and I did. I went home to tell you..." Sirius finally looked away from the firelight. "But you weren't there."

Remus couldn't do anything but stare, he was lost in those dark pits that had taken over Sirius' eyes.

"You weren't there and I...I didn't go back to James' because I couldn't face him...and If I'd stayed...If I'd stayed there then..." He trailed off into silence and turned back to the fire.

"What...what did you want to tell me?" Remus asked softly.

"It doesn't matter anymore, does it?" Sirius whispered roughly. "It never really did matter...because in the end, I'm poisonous. I fuck up everything I touch..."

They fell into silence. There was nothing either of them could say anymore...because it had all been said already. All the years that separated them seemed to stretch before their eyes, all those years when they had hated, when they had let their love turn into something so dark, so terrible that it was unrecognisable to either of them...and yet, they were unable to let each other go. The time for farewells was passed and they could only clutch desperately at the dregs of their relationship, hoping that somehow, some way it would fix itself.

Sirius couldn't help himself, his smile broke free and he began laughing. Mundungus looked confused and Remus felt the first smile on his face that he had worn in a while. "And I told him he wasn't like his Dad!" Sirius said gleefully. "Fancy that...starting a Defence class right under the ministry's nose! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Brilliant but dangerous, Sirius." Remus said quietly.

"Ah, don't spoil this for me." Sirius smiled.

"I'm not, I'm just saying that if they're caught they will be risking more than expulsion..."

"Remus, I'd say that comes under the heading of spoiling." Sirius said with a small pout. Remus shook his head.

"I'm worried, what if the ministry find out..."

"They won't! Plus, Dumbledore's there, he's not going to let Harry go down for this." Sirius spoke with confidence and Remus wasn't in the mood to dampen his spirits, but he still had a nagging worry that something terrible was going to happen.

As Christmas drew closer Sirius seemed to sink back into himself, especially when he discovered that Harry would had been invited to the Burrow, he was certain that he would rather be there than stuck in a miserable house with an increasingly miserable occupant.

He gazed out the window, across the snow spattered streets and flung the window open to allow the freezing air to fill the room. Sirius took in a deep lungful of it and smiled slightly.

"Mmm...Sirius...close the damn window! It's freezing!" Remus muttered, rolling himself up in the blankets so he had his back to Sirius who stood by the window, head cocked to one side curiously as he watched Remus try and fall back to sleep. His grin widened and he jumped. "Arrrrrg!" Remus fell out of bed, the sheets tangling around him as he hit the floor with a strangled yell.

Sirius knelt on the bed laughing raucously. "Y-Your face!" He gasped.

Remus untangled himself and gazed up at Sirius looking thoroughly disgruntled. "And now you start acting like a child! Right...Two can play at that game..." He stood up, retrieving his wand from the bedside table and waving it. Snow entered the room, balling itself up as it flew at Sirius, hitting him in the face and making him gasp and giggle. He jumped on the bed, leaning over Sirius and taking full advantage of his fit of giggles by attacking his neck with his lips. He revelled in the sharp laughter coming from Sirius as he tried to push him off, his hands slid over his damp skin, threading into his hair and dragging his lips to his. Thrills shot through his body as Sirius responded, smiling into it and pushing himself onto his elbows. It was like an electrical current had connected them and they sank themselves into the kiss, drowning themselves in the joy. Remus wandered briefly if the exquisite feelings Sirius was stirring within him shouldn't be made illegal...because surely there was something very bad about something that felt so very, very right. Finally they had to draw away to breathe, they grinned at each other, Sirius had the look of a puppy that had been caught chewing the furniture. "Now...this is what it should be." Remus whispered, feeling Sirius's tongue glide across his lips, trying to draw him into another slow, warm, beautifully breath taking kiss. Sirius giggled into the kiss, unable to help himself as he sat up, pushing his fingers into Remus' hair and deepening it, his tongue exploring every inch of Remus' mouth. As they drew away again, Remus muttered into his hair; "This should be illegal."

Sirius smiled. "I'd be perfectly happy to risk Azkaban again for this, Moony."

"Why can't it be like this forever...?" Remus asked softly.

"Because...life gets in the way." Sirius replied, his smile falling slightly as he ran his hand down Remus' chest and making him shiver. "But, there's no reason we can't enjoy these moments..."

Remus smiled and kissed him again, pushing him back into the bed and pinning him down as their fingers entwined. "Love me..." he muttered, gazing into Sirius' eyes. Sirius simply looked at him, his eyes sparkling in the early morning light, surrounded by the fresh cold air and the scent of snow that drifted into the room, filling it with beauty and a warmth that made Remus' skin tingle pleasantly. He realised, suddenly, that he had Sirius' answer...he had known it all along. Slowly his smile widened. "I never did need your answer." He muttered, bending down and kissing him. It was all in the way Sirius responded to him, the way his hands slid down his bare back, the way his tongue met his in a fierce battle for dominance that they took in turns to lose...it was in the way his eyes sparkled and the way he smiled into the kisses.

Sirius' teeth bit down into Remus' shoulder, he panted heavily as he moved inside Remus, hearing his mates heavy groans, revelling in the wonderful way his body moved with his. They fit perfectly, it was mornings like these that kept Sirius going...after long bouts of depression, he would open his eyes and find him there, warm eyes gazing into his own and soft hands as pink light streamed through the window. In these brief moments they were one, the future, the darkness that haunted them...nothing mattered. It was the only thing keeping them from spiralling and destroying themselves. When they came they did so with their mouths locked, their fingers gripping each other tightly and their eyes closed.

Sirius lay still for a while, watching the sun creep further into the sky finally he lifted his head. "Should we get up?" he asked softly, trailing fingers lightly down Remus' chest.

"I suppose we really should..." Remus smiled lazily as he dragged Sirius' lips to his and they shared one last kiss before dressing and going down stairs, fingers locked together as if they were afraid to let go.

It took them a ridiculous amount of time to reach the kitchen as they kept pausing on the way down to share brief, heart stopping kisses. They broke apart to continue walking, Sirius grinning like a fool. When they reached the kitchen door, Remus slammed Sirius against it, his hands pinning Sirius' to the thick wood as he growled low in his throat and saw that slow, sexy smile rise to Sirius' face. "I say, are you trying to tell me you want to fuck in the kitchen...not very hygienic...is it?"

Remus opened his mouth to answer but they heard a noise in the kitchen and froze. Was someone in the house with them? Had they heard...? The questions were reflected in both sets of eyes as they pulled apart and Sirius turned the handle slowly, the door swung open to reveal Kreacher wandering around and muttering to himself. Sirius sighed in relief and grinned over his shoulder at Remus who chuckled.

That night Remus had to leave, the full moon was approaching. Sirius said a long, passionate farewell at the door, their lips locked together, their hands delved deep into each other's hair. Finally they broke apart, Remus pressed his forehead against Sirius' a small smile on his lips. "I won't be gone long...a few days."

"Be careful." Sirius whispered, feeling like the world's biggest hypocrite. Remus simply laughed as he drew away, leaving a lingering kiss on Sirius' forehead before opening the door. Sirius had a last glimpse of the street before it closed again and he was left alone.

He sat in the kitchen, a glass of hard whisky in his hand as he gazed at the fireplace. And then, from somewhere high above him he heard someone calling, he jumped slightly, blinking in shock before rising and moving into the hallway.

"Sirius!"

He frowned, recognising the voice as he took the stairs two at a time until he was on the landing and stood before the door to the bedroom Harry had been using. He opened the door and saw Phineas Nigellus looking irritable. "What?" Sirius asked frowning.

"The headmaster has bid me tell you that Arthur Weasley has been gravely injured..." He looked bored as he spoke with disdain in his eyes as he looked at Sirius. "And you are to expect his wife, children and Harry Potter to arrive shortly. Is that clear?"

Sirius grinned, although he was pretty sure that he shouldn't be so happy in such a grave situation, he just couldn't help himself. "I'd be delighted!" he said.

Phineas sneered, "Good..." he said without much enthusiasm before sidling out of the blank canvas.

He returned to the kitchen, stowing away his alcohol, he didn't want Harry to think badly of him. He sat down and waited, ignoring Kreacher as he crept into the room. Suddenly there was a loud clatter...

**"Back again, the blood-traitor brats. Is it true their father's dying?"

Sirius turned on the elf, fury sweeping through him. "OUT!" He shouted.

After the brief argument with the twins everyone was silent as they sat around, drinking. Sirius felt the tension in his shoulders, in the back of his neck where it always sat in moments like these. He sipped his butterbeer wandering, hoping that Arthur was alright, that he was going to make it. He watched Harry, whose hand was shaking as he stared at the table, seemingly unable to look at anyone else. Sirius felt a huge upsurge of pity for him, he knew what it was like to watch people he cared about be hurt...and he hated that Harry had to experience it.

Sirius knew that waiting was the worst, but he still hated it. No matter what the news at the end of it would be, waiting was defiantly worse than knowing. Finally, after what seemed like forever Mrs Weasley returned to tell them Arthur was alive and sleeping, Bill was at his side. Sirius felt the rush of relief, a feeling he could never get used to, during the last war it had always been bad news...

He decided to extract himself from the Weasley's happiness so that he didn't have to intrude any longer when Molly came over to them, embracing Harry.

"Oh, Sirius, I'm so grateful, they think he'll be there a little while and it would be wonderful to be nearer, of course, that might mean we're here for Christmas."

"The more the merrier!" said Sirius with desperate sincerity and Mrs Weasley beamed at him, threw on an apron and began to help with breakfast.

"Sirius," Harry muttered, and Sirius looked at him questioningly. "Can I have a quick word? Er - now?" He walked into the dark pantry and Sirius followed. Without preamble, Harry told his godfather every detail of the vision he had had, including the fact that he himself had been the snake who had attacked Mr Weasley.

When he paused for breath, Sirius said, "Did you tell Dumbledore this?" He was worried, what Harry was telling him simply wasn't normal. No magic existed, as far as Sirius was aware, that enabled someone to view things that were happening miles and miles away as if they were there.

"Yes," said Harry impatiently, "but he didn't tell me what it meant. Well, he doesn't tell me anything anymore."

"I'm sure he would have told you if it was anything to worry about," said Sirius steadily, hoping he hid his nervousness from the boy. He was obviously worried, and he didn't want to make it worse.

"But that's not all," said Harry, in a voice only a little above a whisper. "Sirius, I...I think I'm going mad. Back in Dumbledore's office, just before we took the Portkey...for a couple of seconds there I thought I was a snake, I felt like one - my scar really hurt when I was looking at Dumbledore - Sirius, I wanted to attack him!"

Sirius was glad of the darkness, he must have gone pale as he felt all the blood drain from his face. Hadn't Dumbledore warned them that his mental connection to the Dark Lord could, potentially, get stronger? "It must have been the aftermath of the vision, that's all," Sirius said. "You were still thinking of the dream or whatever it was and -"

"It wasn't that," said Harry, shaking his head, 'it was like something rose up inside me, like there's a snake inside me."

"You need to sleep," said Sirius firmly. "You're going to have breakfast, then go upstairs to bed, and after lunch you can go and see Arthur with the others. You're in shock, Harry; you're blaming yourself for something you only witnessed, and it's lucky you did witness it or Arthur might have died. Just stop worrying." He clapped Harry on the shoulder and left the pantry, leaving Harry standing alone in the dark. He couldn't help feeling like Harry was in more danger than even Dumbledore had guessed...**

**Speech taken from Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling
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