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Chapter 3

Unhappy Godfathers

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"What have I done?" Sirius cried.

Sirius was sitting in an armchair with his head in his hands. Remus was sitting cross legged on the couch beside him.

"This is all my fault!"

Remus didn't say anything because he knew that it truly was Sirius' fault. He just simply put his arm around him and let him cry. He didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"That's it, I'm going look for him!"

He and Remus got up, grabbed their cloaks and ran out the front door. They searched everywhere. Hogsmeade, Hogwarts, even the Dursleys. They searched for hour and found no sign of Harry. He was nowhere!

Four hours passed and they were now at home. Sirius was on the verge of tears. He was crying into one of Harry's shirts. Suddenly there was a loud crack causing Sirius to jump. He thought it was Harry. Unfortunately it was just Dumbledore.

"So? Any news?" Sirius asked.

"I talk to Stan"

"Who's Stan?"

"Stan Shunpike, the driver of the Knight Bus"

"And...?"

"They haven't picked him up"

"Oh..." Sirius said quietly, more tears forming in his eyes.

"I must go back to the Ministry, they want to know what's going on"

And he dissaparated.

"NO!" Sirius yelled "NO! NO! NO! Why is this happening to me?"

Remus slowly entered the room. He calmly put a hand on Sirius' shoulder.

"Calm down Sirius, calm down. Everything's gonna be okay."

"How do you know that? He could be bleeding to death in a ditch right now!"

"I'm sure he's okay. We're gonna find him, I promise. Everything's is gonna be back to normal. He will come home"

"But what if he doesn't? What if he's already dead?"

"Well...Um..."

"I need him! I can't go on without him! I love him so much!"

"And he loves you too. Sirius, he's okay, I promise"

"Jesus" Sirius chocked

He fell backward onto the couch. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, tears were rolling down his cheeks. He lay there till he got himself together. Remus was happy that he had stopped crying.

Sirius got up from the couch and went to the bathroom to change into his pyjamas. He had just finished dressing when he noticed Harry's cologne on the counter. He grabbed the bottle and sprayed a little on his wrist. It smelt like Harry.

Tear began to well up in his eyes. He looked at Remus.

"Sirius..." Remus began gently

"I can't take it anymore!" Sirius yelled "Who knows where he is! My little baby could be dead right now! Somebody could have killed him!"

"Sirius, I'm sure that no one..."

"My precious little boy could be dead! Dead! Gone forever!"

"Sirius, come on..."

Tears splashed down Sirius' face. Not knowing where Harry was, was too hard on him. It was killing him.

He ran out of the room, still holding the cologne bottle and into his bedroom. He jumped into his bed, buried his head into his pillow and continued to cry.