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Deeds and their consequences	By : GothVamp Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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@Sindauviel: Well...you'll just have to read on. Everything will be explained in the later chapters, but the dreams are a clue. That's all I'm gonna say.

Chapter 8: Never leave my side

~Now

Now that you�re here

Stay with me Light Years

Light Years ~
(Light Years, Heather Nova)

They sat together in silence until the others came back. Hermione was carrying a stack of sandwiches and Ron was eating one. Padfoot had a sandwich in his mouth, which he dropped into Harry�s lap.
�Sorry Sirius I�m not particularly fond of dog drool.�
Sirius turned back into his human form and huffed indignant, �Dog saliva is more clean than that of humans.�
�Alright, let me rephrase that, � said Harry dumping the sandwich in the waste basket. �I�m not fond of any drool, especially when it�s on my food and doesn�t belong to me.�
They all laughed, including Sirius, and Harry accepted a sandwich from Hermione that was drool-free. Sirius took one too. Since his days in Azkaban he really couldn�t leave any food to waste. This behaviour obviously hadn�t changed after his death.
They were in silence, until Dumbledore turned and looked at Sirius.

�And what are we going to do with you?�
�Whaddayamean?� Sirius swallowed and cleaned his throat. �What do you mean?�
�Well, you can�t spend the rest of your life hiding under that cloak, now can you?�
�Can�t we just tell the truth?� asked Ron.
�Sure Ron, we tell the whole Wizarding World about the highly forbidden ritual we have performed and spend the rest of our lives in Azkaban!� Hermione burst out.
�There, there, Miss Granger, I don�t think it�ll get that far, but it is true that Harry could get in discredit for this,� soothed Dumbledore.
�I don�t care! I brought Sirius back to give him back the life that he was so long denied, I won�t sentence him to hiding again. He has suffered enough. If I have to pay for my actions so be it.�
�Please calm down Harry, I�m sure we can figure something out.�
�I can leave.� All faces turned towards the raven haired man on Harry�s bed. �I have lived on the run, so how hard can it be to just live in an other country? I really don�t want to put Harry in trouble, he has done enough for me already.�
�No! You can�t leave! �I�I mean all your friends are here�and�I �� Harry trailed off blushing.
�I must agree with Harry. You shouldn�t leave right now.� The said boy turned hopeful eyes at Dumbledore. �We don�t know anything about possible side-effects of the spell and potion, so I think it�s better for you to stay at Hogwarts at least until the end of this school year. After that you are free to go wherever you want, but you must know that Hogwarts is always in need of new teachers.�
�Y�You�re offering me a job?� Sirius looked perplexed.
�You don�t have to take on the offer if you don�t want to. It�s your choice.�
�No, that�s not what I meant. I feel very honoured! I�ve just never done anything remotely to teaching. It has been so long since I even had a job.�
�Oh, but that says nothing. What about all your real-live experience with the Dark Arts? I think you know more about defending yourself than a bunch of trained teachers.�

�Not the DADA post! I don�t want him to die�again.�
Ron ad Hermione giggled. Dumbledore looked stern.

�Of all the students in Hogwarts I really thought you wouldn�t believe the nonsense about the position being jinxed or something. It�s ridiculous.�
�With all the respect sir, but we have prove. I mean In the six years I�ve spend in this school not one DADA teacher lasted more than a year.� Harry started to count on his fingers. �One died, I mean got killed, two ended up at St Mugo�s, one spent a year in a trunk��
Dumbledore raised his hands in defence. �Alright, alright, I see your point. It was just a suggestion you know.�
The room fell silent again, until Ron decided to ask the question that was on everyone�s mind.

�So if Sirius will be staying at Hogwarts for some time, how are we supposed to keep him hidden from the rest of the school?�
�We can�t. We have to eventually tell everyone he�s back. It is better though to go discretely about the matter. I was thinking of telling the truth to a few trusted Order-members. Then form some believable story to tell the rest.�
�Who should we tell the truth then?�
�Arthur Weasley?� suggested Hermione.
�Are you nuts?! My dad�s gonna kill me!�
�Hmm, maybe we should wait with telling him. He is the Minister of Magic now and it would be indecent towards him to make him carry a secret. Remus Lupin perhaps?�
Sirius� face lit up after hearing his best friend�s name. �Of course! Moony! He would surely understand and help us.�
�Yes, I believe you�re right,� mused Dumbledore, �but he is out of town right now. I believe he has found a job in Scotland. So I�m afraid that he won�t be of much help to us, even if he really wanted to. What about Kingsley? There is no other person who has made up so many stories about Sirius, which people actually believed and we know we can trust him.�
Harry thought about it for a moment then hesitantly agreed.
�Tonks?� A long silence, then a nod.
�And I think we need a teacher too.�
�Not Snape! Ehm, I mean, I don�t think��
�I didn�t mean professor Snape, though you really should start trusting him, Harry. I meant Professor McGonagall.�
�Oh right, how could I have missed her.� He knew that she was stern and he�d probably get scolded by her, but at the same time Harry cared about the woman very much. She was strict, but very loyal, helpful and honest. He didn�t know a better person in Hogwarts to keep his secret.
�Alright then. I shall contact those people. Ron and Hermione, if you would be so kind to send a letter to professor Lupin. Don�t tell him yet, in case the letter gets into wrong hands, but ask him if he could find a weekend to visit Hogwarts. Say it�s important.� They nodded. Dumbledore turned to Sirius and Harry. �And you two, just lay low here for a day or two until everything is handled. I tell Poppy not to let any students come here.�
They thanked the Headmaster and he left the infirmary. Ron and Hermione left soon after. They still had classes to attend and it would be best not to draw attention to their absence.
That only left Sirius and Harry in the room. The animagus looked very intense at his godson and Harry started to feel uncomfortable under that gaze.
�Is something wrong Sirius?�
�No, nothing. I was just thinking.�
�About what?�
�You, actually. Molly was right you know. I did use to compare you to your James. I see my stupidity in the matter now. I couldn�t have been more wrong. You are definitely your father�s son Harry, but even at the age of 16 you�ve already surpassed your dad in so many ways. James was a good man and a good friend, but you are amazing, you�re extraordinary. I can�t tell you how proud I am of you Harry.�
The green-eyed boy blushed a deep shade of red. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. He felt a strange sensation course through his body, something he hadn�t felt for years. He felt happiness. Harry awkwardly reached out to Sirius and hugged him. His godfather answered the hug with bone-crushing intensity and didn�t let his godson go, until the teen fell asleep in his arms. Though it was only afternoon, Harry was still worn out from the ritual and his nightmare.
***

Harry was spinning. Spinning so fast that everything around him was a blur. He felt happy. He dimly realised that the happy feeling had something to do with the strong arms around his waist. Holding him. They would never let him fall. Sirius� arms. Sirius. That�s right, everything was alright now, though he wasn�t sure why, because it�s hard to think when you�re spinning round and round and round and�

When did it turn so dark around him? Why was it getting so cold? Cold. Where did the chill come from. Hands, yes, such cold hands digging into his sides. It was getting harder and harder to breath. He couldn�t free himself from the cold embrace. Why was this happening? It should just be happiness and spinning and Sirius.
�Did you really think you could be happy? That your actions would go unpunished? Silly, silly, selfish boy.�
That voice. It came from where Sirius should have been, but it wasn�t quite his voice. �Open your eyes,� Harry told himself. �Something is wrong. Open your eyes.� He first saw hands, but they were wrong somehow. They shouldn�t be so white, so thin, so�dead. �Look up, look up now.� Darkness and cold all around him and Sirius. But no, his face, also very wrong somehow. Too white, too bony. And then Harry saw his eyes. At least, they should have been eyes, warm, blue, but there was nothing. Darkness, emptiness. Two black pools of nothingness.. It seemed they would suck him in, into death.

�NO!� He struggled with all his might. Laughter, cold, flat laughter.
�Sirius!�
***
Harry sat upright in his bed for the second time that day. He was shaking and cold sweat was running down his back. It was still dark and hands were still holding him. He struggled against them and yelped.
�Harry, calm down, what�s wrong? You�ll wake up the whole school, shhh. It�s ok, you�re safe. It was only a dream.� Slowly Sirius� soothing words started to sink in and the darkness around him turned out to be not as complete as in his dream. He was in the infirmary and had slept the whole afternoon and a part of the evening. The sun had already set. Sirius was still holding him, gently rubbing his back to calm him. Harry relaxed a little, but still couldn�t control his body. It was still trembling and his breath was uneven. It was only a nightmare, he knew that now, but it had seemed so very real. So much more frightful than his previous one now that he actually could remember what made him scream in his dream.
�A bad dream?�

Harry nodded.

�What was it about?�
�N�nothing, it doesn�t matter.�
�You sure? You were screaming my name.�

Harry shuddered.

�It�s ok if you don�t want to talk about it.�
Harry nodded again. When Sirius made a move to release him, Harry grabbed his shoulders and held on to him.

�C�could you stay with me? Please? Just for a little while?�
�Of course.� Sirius laid them both down on Harry�s bed and pulled a blanket around them. Gradually he felt the small body pressed against him stop trembling and Harry�s breathing even.
�Sirius are you asleep?� came a soft whisper.
�No, why?�
�Do you want to sleep? I mean, am I keeping you from sleeping?�
�No. Somehow after being dead for months I don�t really feel like sleeping.�
�Could you tell me a story?�
Sirius smiled. �What do you want to hear?�
�Tell me something about when you and my dad were at school together.�
�My memory of that is still kind of foggy, because of Azkaban, but I�ll try to remember what I can.�

They talked the whole night and into the next morning about everything from Sirius�s childhood to Quidditch and from Harry�s first year at Hogwarts to his last summer at the Dursleys�. They talked about everything, except of what Harry meant to say before he got Sirius back. But, Harry thought, it can wait. We now have the time of our lives to spend together. It�ll be said some other time. It�s not that important now�
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