Sirius Orion Black (homeoffleas) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-01-11 20:19:00 |
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Harry was here. Sirius stared at his map at the very unmoving point labeled ‘Harry James Potter’. James’ bloody son. His eyes wandered to the computer screen, obviously he was only fourteen. Well, ‘only’ was relative in this case.
“Fourteen?” he mumbled and frowned. “Voldemort…” The tournament, yes. The graveyard and Voldemort’s resurrection. Harry must just have seen Voldemort again. Suddenly he stood up and shut down the computer. He wanted to see if Harry was alright… and if he really did look like James. Merlin, he missed his friend. He walked to Harry’s door and stopped, biting his lip. He opened the door slowly. The moon cast shadows on the walls and played with it. But all Sirius had eyes for was the boy that lay in the bed.
“Merlin”, Sirius said as he shut the door behind him. He really did look just like James. If it weren’t for the map, he wouldn’t have believed that this was not his friend. But the map never lied. He was unable to move or even look away. Carefully he took a few steps towards the bed and knelt down besides James’, no Harry’s face. There were only a few details that did not fit. It was fascinating. He really did not want to leave, he even did not want to stop watching.
Yes, he would just sleep here. Better than being ignored by his girlfriend in the morning anyway. Hell, that was freaking him out. And even though he knew that he was the one that should apologize, his pride got in the way. Shit, shit, shit! Well, he would worry about that tomorrow.
The ground was not ideal as a mattress but it would work. Sirius changed into his animagus form and curled up next to Harry’s bed. And before he could sneak his third glance at Harry, he fell asleep.