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Chapter 13

Nightmares

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Sirius angrily dragged Harry to the car. Both Remus and Harry could see that he was trying really hard to control his temper and not loose it.

Remus sat in the drivers seat and Harry sat in the back seat. To Harry's bad luck Sirius sat next to him. For half of the drive home nobody spoke. Remus drove, Harry looked down at his lap and Sirius watched him from the corner pf his eye. It was obvious that Sirius was very angry.

Harry was afraid though. Maybe Sirius was just like his Uncle Vernon and would beat him just like Vernon did. He didn't want that to happen, it was horrible when his uncle did it and Sirius was even more fit than Vernon. That plus Harry knew that Sirius had metal toe boots and guns somewhere in the back shed. He really didn't want Sirius to use them on him.

He hoped that he wasn't like Vernon. Just about seven months ago Sirius and Remus had found Harry bleeding to death in his cupboard because of his uncle's abuse. His uncle had hit him, punched him, cut him with his knife and shot him. And even worse he had rapped him. Harry had to spend almost two months in St. Mungo's, recovering from the damage. The healers were all surprised that Harry didn't need any psychological help. He did now though.

Sirius and Remus had helped Harry once he was brought back from the hospital. They helped him get around the house, they taught him how to walk again, they even carried him around when he was too weak to walk any longer. The one that helped Harry the most was Sirius. He would do whatever it took to make Harry feel loved and to let him know that what the Dursleys had told him wasn't true. In the end he had gained Harry's trust and Harry was finally back to his old self.

Harry thought that Sirius was different. He thought that he was the perfect parent that would never hurt him. But when Sirius hit him three months ago everything changed. He would think of Sirius as a younger, stronger and more fit Vernon. And it scared him, he didn't want the same thing to happen again. It was too much last time, way too much for him to handle. He was only able to get through it with Sirius and if Sirius was gone he wouldn't be able to get through it at all.

After a while Harry forgot about everything, he was so tired. He leaned onto Sirius' shoulder and fell asleep. Sirius smiled gently at hid godson's slumbering form and gently brushed aside a few strands of Harry's unruly locks from his face. He loved it when Harry would sleep with him, Harry used to sleep with him when he was recovering from his uncles abuse in case something happened. While Harry was recovering he was in major risk of heart attack and was to be supervised at all times. Little did he know that Harry was having a horrible nightmare. A very horrible nightmare indeed.

/He was sitting alone in his bedroom at Sirius' house. Hedwig was gently hooting and Harry was silently writing a letter to Ron. He handed the letter to Hedwig and watched as she flew into the dark night sky.

Harry slowly put his ink, quill and parchment away and tiptoed to his bed clutching the picture book Hagrid had given him in his first year. He sat down and began to look at the pictures of his parents. It was scary how much Harry looked like James. Only James had hazel eyes instead of green and his nose was slightly longer. Everything else was identical. Once he reached the end of the book Harry placed his book back on his night table. As he was pulling back his arm he accidentally knocked down his lamp. He quickly jumped up to pick it back up and tipped over the whole table causing a loud crash. The lamp was broken and the table was now missing a leg.

Suddenly the door flew open and a very angry Sirius entered the room. He had a very mad look one his face and his eyes were flaming. You would think that he was actually a mass murderer and was guilty for the crimes he was framed for.

"Look what you've done you stupid boy!" he yelled

"I'm s-s-sorry"

"I don't care if you're sorry boy! How dare you mess up my house you pathetic idiot! You should be punished for this…actually, you will be punished!"

Sirius grabbed Harry by the front of his robes and pinned him to the floor. He snarled as he looked down at his frightened godson. Harry was shacking like mad, he didn't know what Sirius was going to do next. Nor did he want to.

"You're gonna pay! I just got a new toy that I want that I want to try out and it would be a pleasure to try it on you. I hope you like it"

Sirius pulled something out of his robe pocket. Harry's eyes widened as he identified what it was. It was a whip! Sirius was going to use a whip on him!

Sirius turned Harry onto his stomach and brought down the whip on his back, leaving a deep gash. He repeated this several times. He stopped and pulled out his wand.

"This is so that you don't breathe a word about this to anyone"

Harry wondered what Sirius was going to do.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"NOOO!"/

"Harry wake up! Come on Harry please wake up!"

Somebody was shaking him.

"Oh God Harry, wake up!"

Harry opened his eyes and saw a very pale Sirius kneeling over him. He also noticed that Remus had stopped the car. Sirius wiped some hair out of his eyes and searched frantically in Harry eyes.

"Are you okay? You were screaming like mad"

"P-please don't h-hurt me! I'll be good!" Harry squeaked

"Don't worry Harry, it was just a dream"

Sirius pulled Harry into his arms, pressing Harry's face into his chest. Harry clutched at Sirius' shirt and began shaking with silent sobs. Sirius rubbed his back soothingly as Remus drove away.

"Don't worry Harry, it's okay. Nothing's going to happen to you"