Chapter 47.4- Doom Days

And so he followed their pace— brisk, but not as hurried as he would have liked. Not when his Godson was in an unknown condition. He just had to trust that Dumbledore wanted Harry alive and well just as surely as Sirius did, so if he was not hurrying, then maybe that was because here was no need to hurry and Sirius should really just be calm and follow his lead because Dumbledore knew best— if not best, then surely better than Sirius did. He was the one who had a way to track Harry after ll even while Sirius had just stood there gaping like a confused fish with no idea what to do or saw. They passed Hagrid’s hut, and then Sirius knew they were heading to the main gate.

Were they going there so they could apparate somewhere else? If that was the case then they could have left the range of the wards through the forbidden forest instead. That would have cut this journey in half. He hoped Dumbledore knew what he was doing. Ge really did. Because from here, there was just confusion and little else to show for what Dumbledore had done so far.

When they reached the gate, Sirius could just about begin to spy a form huddled in on itself on the ground. This time, no admonishing look from Dumbledore or anyone else could get him to slow down. That had to be his godson. He ran, covering the ground with two feet before he transformed, running even faster until he could reach his godson. His godson that smelt of roasted flesh and fear and pain. He heard a voice say something from far away as he reached down to nuzzle Harry, but he could not carless what was being said. He placed is nose on Harry’s barely breathing for, only for his tov yelp as it felt like he was struck by lightning before he flew backwards.

He woke to a twitching sensation all about his body, a tingling that spread from his limbs up to his chest. “Can you hear me, Sirius?” He heard a voice, a familiar voice. He knew that voice. But who was it, he struggled to. Place where the voice had come from. Whose voice it was.

“Now we’re going to need you to stay calm. Can you do that for us Sirius?” Calm? He could be calm. He was calm. He couldn’t feel anything other than calm at this second. Well, apart from the tingling feeling all about his body.

“So we won’t be able to help you for a few minutes. We’re going toned you to stay calm while we wait for the wards to be done running their interference. When they do so we will be able to transport both you and Mister Potter off to the clinic.” Harry. Harry was there as well, he wanted to see him. He gasped and groaned with pain as he tried to push himself upwards to get a view of his godson. Only for his hands to give out beneath him before he could even go more than a few inches up.