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Chapter 5

Blood and Raindrops

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Three months had passed since Harry had run away and Sirius and Remus still hadn't found him. Ron and Hermione had just started their 6th year and were anxiously waiting for Harry to return.

They had still not heard a thing from him. Molly was convinced that Harry's disappearance was Sirius' fault. But it didn't really matter anymore. They had long since declared him dead and given up the search.

Harry's disappearance was extremely hard on Sirius. He spent all his time sitting at the window praying that he would see Harry walk by or something. He would not communicate with anyone and kept on mumbling incoherent words to himself. If Harry's name was ever mentioned (which was a lot) he would break down into tears. He was dying (Not literally).

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The Raiders were walking down the streets in the pouring rain. It was cold but they didn't care. They were a street gang; they were supposed to be tough. It would be so embarrassing if one of them would cry.

Harry looked quite different now then when he arrived. His hair was longer and pulled back into a ponytail. He lost some weight and since he was wearing Dhani's loose clothing he looked much smaller than he actually was.

They walked past a small convenient store. George was about to run in but suddenly they heard footsteps. The six of them spun around and found themselves face to face with a group of kids. They were a street gang like the Raider only worse.

There were eight of them instead of six and they were all much bigger than the Raiders. They were tall and wide and had evil looks on their faces. Harry knew that he would be getting hurt.

The biggest boy reached out and grabbed Harry, of all the Raiders, by the neck. The five remaining Raider ran away, down the street, leaving Harry alone with this unknown crowd.

The boy circled Harry and began to beat him up. They punched him, slapped him, kicked him, and scratched him. They continued this until they found that Harry had, had enough and left him lying in the middle of the street, a bloody lump.

Harry lay there in the rain, watching the raindrops fall from the sky. He knew he was going to die.

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Sirius was sitting alone by the window watching the raindrops fall from the sky. He wondered if Harry was watching the rain too. Harry and Sirius used to always sit together by the window and watch the rainfall.

He had just wasted his whole day praying that Harry would come home. He missed him so much. It felt as if half of his soul had been taken away from him.

Remus walked into the room to check up on him. He sighed when he saw that Sirius was still sitting at the window. Why was this happening to him? He put a hand on Sirius' shoulder.

"How are you doing?"

Sirius stopped muttering and looked up at Remus. He had an empty, faraway look in his eyes.

"How would you fell if your son ran away from home and... d-died?"

"He's not your son"

"Well it feels like he is"

"Why don't you go for a walk? It would do you good."

Sirius took Remus' advice and went outside. He stared at his feet as he walked through the rain. He was near a convenient store when he saw a boy lying in the street. The boy was covered in bruises and gashes and his clothes were soaked with blood. At first Sirius thought the boy was dead but his eyes were open and he was still breathing.

Sirius came closer to the boy and realized that he knew this boy.

"Harry?!"