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The wind was whistling and he was back again. Back in the hands of those who caused him the worst pain he had ever experienced. The echoes of the past hissing in his ears. He could feel it all.

Harry was in the grave yard, pinned to Tom Riddle Senior’s grave feeling the jagged rocks jabbing into his back again, crying out again, reliving pure fear all over again. Voldemort bit into his wrist and then came the hot horrible pain shot through him and like the venom in his fangs flowed through his body, dread began to follow. His snake like fangs he made Harry feel the worst fear he had ever felt. It was ever present, delusional fear that warped his brain and made him scream. Worse than when he fought Quirrel, worse than the Basilisk, worse than Lupin’s werewolf form. This was the first time he had ever been bitten. Meaning venom had never touched his blood til now. The first time he felt the excruciating pain that only vampire venom laced with dread can make you feel. He could hear two things; the blood rushing in his ears, and the cackling from the death eaters that reveled in his humiliation.

They reveled in his pain, his misery, his fear… they likely could see it in every orifice of his body. When Voldemort stopped he was shaking and crying and unable to stop the way his body jolted with pain. He could compare it to the cruiciatus curse, but he didn’t know which felt worse.  This is where death eaters viewed those who were half or muggle born should be… at the end of their fangs and at their mercy. The laughter, the pain, all came swirling about his head and he knew he was screaming again when he awoke.

This is where the dream always ended. When Harry would shoot up in bed in a cold sweat and feel like the world was ending again. The pain would still seem real for a moment, when the land of dreams still sat hazy on the corners of his mind… it was like his skin was on fire for only a second before he realized it was months prior that this occurred. He was shivering hugging himself around his elbows as he slowly looked around… he wasn’t in the grave yard, he wasn’t in a cold dank hell scape, his arm was healed, and he wasn’t being laughed at by death eaters.

He stared at the red curtains that greeted him like home every year. But they felt different…The color was duller than last he remembered and he felt sick. Ron was awake again too he realized and met his eyes, just now realizing he was staring at him. He paused before he spoke, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face, “You alright mate?…”  Harry never commented on it, but the way his eyes seemed to reflect light at night like a cat always freaked him out a bit. “Ya… fine.” He tore his own eyes away and buried himself under the covers to regain some of the warmth that he had lost.

“You were screaming,” Ron looked away and Harry knew what he meant. He was thankful that it appeared like the other three roommates were out of the room. “Sorry- “

“Hey… don’t apologize, I just- it sucks to see you like that and I wish I could help.” He muttered these words hurriedly like he felt too awkward to say them louder. But Harry heard him, and despite how prickly he had been since the start of term, he was thankful. Ron was a good friend and he knew he understood that the venom laced with pure fear would have left its mark.

Because Ron also could do the same if he felt like it, just like all purebloods could.

“Thank Ron… I just- I’m fine, nothing that can be done about it.” He muttered and rolled over to try and go back to sleep. It was already a horrible year thus far- but how much worse could it get? Famous last words as he suffered through his first detention with Umbridge.

Harry didn’t fully realize how much worse it could possibly be, until he felt the black quill slicing into his flesh the phrase, “I must not tell lies.” And all he could do now was stare numbly down at the fading letters as he sat in the great hall and listened to Hermione prattle on about how behind he was on his homework. “Hermione… please just drop it, I know I’m behind but there’s nothing that can be done about it alright? Besides, I already feel bad enough about missing quidditch try outs on Friday, you should have seen Angelina’s face when I told her I couldn’t get out of it.” He heaved a heavy sigh running his thumb over the back of his hand.

He felt his mind wandering back to Umbridge’s punishment and felt the deepest loathing he had ever felt for a teacher. It was even worse than how he felt toward Snape, and that was saying something. Harry had applied a healing salve to make his hand stop bleeding and thankfully it had worked almost immediately.

Blood was something students tried to avoid leaving out fresh for obvious reasons. Biting was prohibited but sometimes occurred by accident since well- kids had a hard time controlling themselves. So, most non pureblood students carried some form of healing salve with them to avoid getting wry looks from pureblood students if they got a paper cut in class.

Ron snapped him out of his train of thought.

“Awe come on Harry… can’t all be bad-“ Harry shot Ron a derisive look and it shut him up. “Really mate, it’ll be fine.” He tried to reassure but Harry just shrugged staring at his treacle tart. Usually he’d have eaten three of these easily but he had no appetite.

“Ey Potty, is it true you got yourself detention in the first week? Really , how pathetic and attention seeking can you be?” The pompous snide tones of Malfoy came from his left and Harry managed the most vicious glare he could. “Yeah? seems like you’re still wanting my attention then ey Malfoy? What does that make you?” Hermione jammed her elbow in Harry’s side aggressively shaking her head. But Harry continued to glare - that was until he saw the points of Malfoy’s canines and his face screwed up as he bared his fangs at him. All fight left him in that moment and he felt the color leave his face.

He had gone rigid his eyes wide and horrified until Ron shoved Harry behind him doing the same back at Malfoy much to Harry’s shock. Ron had never bared his fangs at another person in front of Harry before, and now Malfoy seemed thoroughly amused. “Awe protecting your little meal Weasleby? Shame, thought you were more interested in tasty mudbloods like Granger.” He mused and Crabbe and Goyle hooted as they strode off to the Slytherin table.

“Ron! You’re a prefect-!”

“Yeah- well so is he-“

“That doesn’t mean you should stoop to his level!”

“Hermione shut it! Harry are you alright mate?” Ron had never looked so concerned before until now. “That was bang out of order mate-“

“S’ fine Ron,” Harry shook his head hard feeling that icy fear still creeping up the back of his neck, he nonchalantly waved Ron off. “He just did what Malfoy normally does it’s fine.”

“But Harry-“

“RON, please… just drop it.” Harry raked his fingers through his hair and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. The ache in his head from his scar getting to him in a way that made it feel like he was hearing colors again.

The sharp ache was making his head pound and he wished he could do something to get it stop. And the more emotion he felt the worse it seemed to get.

Did Draco know what Voldemort did to him? Did he revel in his fear? Is that why he bore his fangs at him? He knew vampires would sometimes illicit strong emotions out of humans to get a particular flavor, but he was pretty certain that half bloods were considered the last possible dinner option for most pure blood participants. Anyways, most purebloods didn’t really drink blood anyways. They didn’t need to… not like they needed it to survive. From what Ron had explained it was more like tradition to sometimes have a glass of it during a feast or holiday.

Much to his disgust of course, but Ron apparently never had tasted human blood before. Not even animal blood really. He didn’t have the stomach for it and his family preferred human food anyways thanks to the fantastic meals Molly could conjure up.

He felt the color drain from his face at the idea of Draco and his parents laughing at his agony, at the murder, the desire to see him suffer more. It made his veins run cold and he blinked slowly to press down any sign of vulnerability.

“Listen, I’m alright. Please just don’t fuss over me, I feel pathetic as is.” Ron gaped at him. “Harry we didn’t mean to-“

“Save it.” He chewed on his cheek and then his teeth migrated to his lips as he dug his teeth in until it bled, enjoying the tang of copper against his tongue until he noticed Ron was leaning away from him cringing.

“Sorry.” He wasn’t really, he didn’t mind seeing others grimace for once. Fred was the one who admonished him this time. “Harry please for the love of merlin stop digging your teeth into your lip you are driving me up the wall!” He hissed out from behind his hands and Harry smirked a bit. “Yeah, yeah, sure you’re live once you get a nose bleed nougat going.” George huffed at him next. “Harry seriously the Slytherins are staring and frankly I find them creepy enough as is!” But George regretted these words quickly when he saw the effect they had on Harry. He went all rigid again and seemed to stop digging his teeth into his lip immediately.

Harry felt that familiar chill return and he glanced over his shoulder at Draco. Not at all enjoying the way the taller boy glared at him from across the great hall. “I doubt that’s why they’re staring, your brother barred his fangs earlier probably pissed him off.”

“Ickle Ronikins bore his fangs? Oh my word! Did you hear Fred? Ickle baby Ronikins used his big boy fangs!” Fred reached across the table pinching Ron’s cheeks and pulling at him. “Aweeee look at the little guy! He’s all grown up!” Fred sniffed hard and began to dab away fake tears. “He’s ready to attack muggleborns now, aren’t you proud George?”

“Ha ha ha,” Ron batted away the hands of his older brothers but couldn’t help but grin a bit. “It sure surprised Malfoy though, don’t think he’s ever had anyone do it back.”

“Course not, he normally wouldn’t have the guts to do it anyways now would he? Hes too much of a prissy baby to risk getting in trouble… but with someone like Umbridge running around I think he’s getting a little too big for his britches don’t you agree Fred?” George had an evil glint in his eyes.

“Aye…” Fred now shared this look and Hermione groaned. “Whatever you do, just don’t do it in front of me.” She sighed and took a long pull from her coffee mug setting it down hard.

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There was a dull aching feeling whenever he felt the pull of another’s blood. It was usually constant and unnoticeable but right now it was like an itch that needed to be scratched. Yet he couldn’t, and wouldn’t dare.

Draco watched as little lights danced around people as they always did, some shined brightly and had different hues. The light’s around him just seemed to flow brighter and always drew his eye. Frankly it would draw any purebloods eyes, they would be lying if they tried to deny it. Harry visibly shined with power was so annoying to Draco. He felt himself digging his nails into the palms of his hands. Get a grip… purebloods had three things they agreed upon in most cases: never tell someone about how their magic looked, it always provoked annoying questions and usually just cause too much egotistical drivel. Never bite someone without their consent. And never feed from half bloods. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes roll to the honey gold lights that rolled around Harry… despite his mood seeming a bit dimmer these days they still seemed to shine brighter than all the lights in the room.

It enticed him but in truth, Half bloods are useless to feed from as Pansy remarked due to the fact they had all been caught by the Gryffindors staring when one of them had started bleeding. It hadn’t smelt like a muggle born so it was easy to deduce that it was Potter. Again, rather bloody irritating… he pinched his nose for a moment trying to ignore the smell. He hated how it enticed him.

It was something he despised about being a vampire, the way he felt desire towards something as trivial as blood. It made him queasy mostly, but the way Potter’s blood didn’t made him recoil and scowl. He glared at the back of Harry’s head when he first smelled it and watched as the others face drained of color again.

“Ugh must be the Potter prat,” Pansy gagged but Draco knew she was putting on an act. “Truly disgusting. I hate the smell of his blood.” She was making a rather large show of it covering her nose with her handkerchief. But Draco played along. “Yes, utterly useless it is…” he mused drawling off in his usual way as Crabbe and Goyle chortled.

“Did you see his stupid face earlier? You scared him good Draco.” And this had him smirking. “Yes it was quite amusing watching his eyes go as large as a deers, but who is kidding it’s as if I would ever actually bite him. Who the hell does he think he is,” Draco rolled his eyes and continued taking small bites from the usual Hogwarts gruel unable to taste it as much as he’d like since he could still smell Potters blood… and how distracting it was.

“Harry, I really think you should go to the hospital wing you’re looking peaky.” Draco perked up slightly hearing this and glanced back at the Gryffindor table from the side. “It’s nothing Ron, I’m fine.” He waved off his friend and Draco could see that the color hadn’t returned to the back of his neck. Harry’s usual aura was dimmer as well, no as vibrantly orange as usual. It was actually quite muted compared to years prior… Draco frowned and turned away trying to block out what he could hear and keep his attention on the Slytherins In front of him.

Hermione sighed and leaned over the table pressing her hand against Harry’s forehead, he flinched at contact but she didn’t relent. “No fever…” she frowned at him and he looked up at her. “It’s hurting you again isn’t it?

“Yep. Nothing that can be done, just leave it please .” Ron and Hermione flashed eachother looks like they were exasperated at him and Harry really didn’t want to deal with that right now. So he shoved away from the table and hobbled out of the great hall feeling worse than he did when he woke up this morning.

Why couldn’t people listen to him? He’d really prefer it if they didn’t bother him every waking moment of the day. It would make his life so much simpler if they didn’t bother him.

He felt anger pricking him all over like nettles against the heat of his neck and sides. It ached as bad as his scar did.

Throughout the day Harry was in a foul mood and was made worse when Snape gave him a 0 that day as well for a potion that was no worse than Ron’s or Neville’s. He was grinding his teeth so hard they felt sensitive when he sat down for Dinner with Ron and Hermione.

“Harry-“

“Before you start lecturing me-“

“I wasn’t going to,” Hermione looked deeply wounded by Harry’s words and he paused feeling guilty for the first time all day. “I- sorry, what were you going to say Hermione.”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted help with your essay.. I realized that if Umbridge is going to keep you so late every night that you may fall further behind…” she trailed off still looking rather hurt and dejected.

Harry felt affection bloom in his chest a bit and he nudged her gently. “Yeah, thank you Hermione. Sorry I’m so- I don’t even know how to describe it. I will try not to be so snappish.” Hermione smiled a bit at his proclamation and nodded going back to her book while she ate her dinner looking better.

Harry knew he had been snapping a lot recently and it didn’t help that he now was experiencing fear and anger like whiplash constantly throughout the day. When he had gotten back to Hogwarts carrying Cedric’s body he had been assured by Madam Pomfrey that the venom wouldn’t have long term effects. But he wasn’t so sure she was right.

He swore he felt a constant sense of impending doom encroaching around him at all times now. He didn’t know whether or not to fight or to flee half the time these days and it was landing him in heaps of trouble already.

He shook his head hard, come on Harry, don’t be stupid. He sighed and forced himself to eat something, down spoonfuls of some creamy soup as he let the noise of the great hall get drowned out around him.

It wasn’t until Ron was grossly slurring his words around his meal and he saw Hermione’s face twisting in utter disgust that he paid attention again. “Ronald please for the love of god CHEW YOUR FOOD,” he scowled and swallowed thickly. “Oh come on Hermione it’s not that bad,” and with that amusing bout of normality back Harry felt like things couldn’t be all bad at Hogwarts.

But for the rest of the week every night was hell. His hand was getting ripped open every evening and much to his horror on Wednesday night it wasn’t healing as fast. The wound remained open after he applied the healing salve so he stuffed it in his pocket trying to scurry back to his common room as quickly as possible.

But as he was shuffling about Ron went careening into him, “Watch it!- oh it’s you Harry-“

“Ron? Why?… why do you have your broom?” He blinked and it dawned on him slowly. “Are you trying out for the team?” An ear splitting grin came across his face. “I- yea… don’t laugh alright.”

“I’m not going to - Harry… you’re bleeding?” Ron’s nervous expression had suddenly become stricken and he covered his nose with his free hand. “Oh-! Er, yeah…” Harry buried his hand in his robes further looking off to the side. “Sorry I scraped my hand-“

“Use your healing salve then!”

“It’s not- really working.”

“How deep of a scrape is it then?” Ron frowned and grabbed Harry’s arm as if he was going to take a look at it but Harry pulled away turning himself so his good hand was on Ron’s shoulder. “It’s fine-“

“Wait a moment- you, just came from Umbridge’s detention didn’t you?” Ron scowled at him and Harry could only nod in response before Ron was pulling at his arm with that Harry had behind his back, and in truth Harry knew there was no point hiding it now.

Ron went quiet for a moment and just stared at the blood dripping down Harry’s hand, he cleared his throat and looked away. “She’s evil… how could she- Harry you need to tell McGonagall!”

“No! I won’t… anyways it’ll only get worse for me and everyone else if I do so just drop it okay-“

Ron was still glaring at him but Harry changed the subject. “Soooo, you’re trying out for the Keeper position ey? Did you want me to practice with you?”

Ron perked up the bloody hand forgotten. “Really? You would? I’ve been trying to avoid Fred and George they would take the mickie out of me if they knew.”

Harry grinned and nodded but just as soon as his mood rose it fell like a crashing tidal wave with the appearance of the snide mocking face of Draco Malfoy. Pointy cheek bones and all, “Looky here boys, Potty and Weasel off to go flying. As if that’ll help someone like Weasleby do any better.” He snickered and Cravbe and Goyle seemed to also find this discovery amusing as they formed an impassable brick wall behind him.

“Now Potty-“ Draco froze and his feature drew back and in a revolted snarl. “Ugh Potter!” His eyes fell to his dripping hand and for a moment Draco also seemed momentarily shocked by the fact that there was visible writing on his hand. But his face returned to a scowl. “Oh I see now~ are you whoring yourself out to the Weasel so he can get a little edge on his try outs~.”

Harry felt his cheeks go red with rage as Malfoy’s sneer of contempt turned into a delighted peevish smirk. If Harry was red, Ron was positively fuming, to the point where Harry knew if he didn’t intervene he’d probably hex Malfoy, or worse, physically hit him. And with how Umbridge was running things he didn’t want his friend to get in more trouble. “Come on Ron, let’s go practice.” He pivoted and yanked the other by his forearm towards Gryffindor tower.

Malfoy’s clacking footsteps followed.

“Awe what’s wrong Weasel? Worried I’ll steal your snack? Don’t worry! I’m not really peckish for something as weak as Potter’s stock. Probably tastes like horse piss!”

Harry Yanked Ron hard and he stopped dragging his feet as they both whirled up to the tower.

Malfoy’s mouth for the next few days worked faster than Harry could even imagine. The rumor he was blood whoring was now all over the school, “Now, Mr. Potter, you can tell me if anything-“

“NO” Harry nearly died of embarrassment as Mcgonagall began to ask one day as she brought him to her office. “No… sorry Professor, but no, nothing is going on between Ron and I.“ Harry almost felt like telling on Malfoy but he didn’t want to give the git the satisfaction of a teacher admonishing him. It felt like letting him win.

She pursed her lips and sighed. “I see,” she glanced at his exposed neck and back up at him, “I believe you Mr. Potter, but keep in mind public opinion of you isn’t very high these days, I would try to keep a lower profile if you can.” Harry dug his nails into his palms hard to restrain himself from snapping at her.

“Yes Professor.” She waved him away and he left feeling angrier than ever. The injustice of it all. Why did it always have to be him, couldn’t they just give it a bloody rest.

He lets out a slow breath to try and shake out his anger. But it doesn’t fully go. It lingers like embers waiting to catch. Hot, simmering, and itching the back of his skull. It traveled up like it always did and began to produce a burning sensation in his scar.

Harry wasn’t fully paying attention when it happened… and he would come to regret that.

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Pain.

Pain and excruciating agony shot through Harry Potter.  Coming in close second to the pain he had only felt months prior. Eradicating down his neck to every nerve ending in his body. The shock of it. The horror. A hand clapped over his mouth and another wrapped around his middle pinning him face first to the wall. 

Sharp hard gasps left Harry as he tried to breathe from the fingers that were keeping his mouth clamped shut. They were like an iron vice and he feared they would leave marks from how hard they were pressing his mouth shut. He could barely breathe through his nose and every breath was an effort. Magic left him in his panic and fear unjelated through him as he processed what was happening to him.

He was being attacked. 

He was being bitten.

He could die.

Zaps of pain shot through him again and his back painfully tried to arch away from the hands that tore and made him hurt more but he could not move.

Two pairs of fangs buried deep within his neck. He could only scream into the hand that pressed so hard against his face that he felt like it might crush his skull. Iron grips from the two vampiric students made it impossible for him to resist.

Vampiric strength while drinking from a victim sometimes occured, and unfortunately for Harry who was used to having to run away from his cousins clutches couldn’t do that this time. His years of malnutrition and lack of care from the adults around him made him far too weak to even try. And now he feared these monsters may break his bones.

He didn’t know who it was. Maybe if he had been paying more attention he wouldn’t have been snatched up so easily. But he refused to cry. Harry wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, he was doing all he could to contain the horrible gasps of pain that were clawing at his throat. The burning of his lungs growing worse and worse he couldn’t bear it. 

What’s worse he never knew how dizzy he could feel until now. “Stop it!!” He tried to scream into the hand but it was muffled by their meaty grip. The other set of hands were forcing his head back into a painful arch, and the other wasn’t on him. He continued to thrash about weakly as his essence was drained from him. Flashes of Voldemort peeling across his vision as he saw him standing there and laughing in his face, laughing at his pain and misery. His weakness.

Harry despite his weakness and the way the world grew spotty around him tried to keep moving, convincing himself that maybe someone would hear him. And then he heard a pair of foot steps enter.

His heart jumped weakly, was he saved? Finally? The footsteps stopped, followed by an intake of breath. Sharply, the two sets of fangs were yanked out of him, a new pain of flesh ripping as he and he barely registered the three sets of foot steps bumbling away as Harry crumbled to the ground his neck leaking what little blood he had left from the wounds.

He felt like he could be sick, maybe he would be. He could barely feel his hands and the world had gone completely fuzzy since whoever attacked him had knocked his glasses off somewhere in the bathroom. 

His knees hurt now, he could feel them again, he must have hit them hard against the bathroom floor. Harry foolishly attempted to get up, to try and right himself, but he couldn’t manage it, and now he truly felt like crying, but before his could even manage it the world of fuzz went spotty, and poor Harry Potter collapsed onto the cold floor out cold.

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When Harry came to he was greeted by the smell of wet dog and he couldn’t help but bury his face in it. Snuggling closer to the big black dog- Big. Black. Dog. He paused and opened his eyes to see big black ones staring back at him. “Sirius!” He hissed and looked around anxiously as if Umbridge could be around any corner.

What was he thinking!!! Coming into Gryffindor tower AGAIN. But as Harry felt around for his glasses on the bedside table and hurriedly put them on, he realized very quickly with the amount of people gathered around him that he was… very much not in Gryffindor tower, and this was not his bed.

“Oh… has something happened-“

“You were found in the boys lavatory on the second floor my boy… I am very sorry for this Harry,” Dumbledores gentle voice met his ears, and eyes full of concern actually meeting his own, registered to Harry. Dumbledore was looking at him. And Harry finally saw all the regret, the worry, the age. And now he realized… this was the first time all term that Dumbledore even acknowledged him. Weird feelings struck Harry in that moment that he couldn’t quite place, but they made his stomach hurt.

“You’ve been attacked Mr. Potter. And before you ask, no she does not know yet. But we can’t guarantee she won’t come barging in here. So, we must be quick. Mr. Potter, Who attacked you?” He blinked at her not fully processing her words as he stared at her. Harry took in Professor McGonagall’s face, and he now appreciated her to the point and matter a fact attitude more than ever. She didn’t pity him and she seemed outraged on his behalf. And that’s when he remembered her question and licked his dry lips to try and form a thought. 

“I- don’t know for sure… all I saw were Slytherin scarves…” he trailed off and Sirius growled nuzzling closer to Harry, it was in that moment he realized his God father was (in his own way) protecting him. Shielding him. Although he was now more worried for him because of how skinny the dog on him was,  he frowned but Dumbledore’s voice made him focus again. 

“I unfortunately guessed as much Mr. Potter, anything else you can remember?” Dumbledore spoke slowly and very cautiously as if he were afraid Harry might have a fit, and it did annoy him a bit, but he was too tired to think on it. “Yes… the one who was covering my mouth he um- he had meatier hands?…” he felt rather stupid once he said it. Meatier hands? Ah yes, how very intelligent that was. “Both bigger than me- I mean like at least twice my size…” he trailed off and Sirius whined a bit looking at the two professors and then back at Harry. 

“This could have been very dangerous Mr. Potter… how did you get away? Or why did they stop?”

Harry had to think about it, it was all very fuzzy and he felt…. Out of his body at the moment. As if he was all pins and needles and like the attack happened to someone else. But then it came to him. 

The foot steps.

“Someone came in,”

The intake of breath.

“They saw what was happening,”

The two being dragged off of him. 

“They pulled them off of me.”

And the hurried footsteps that retreated far away. 

“And left me in a hurry…”

He muttered slowly feeling rather stupid for the way the memories played out in his mind like flashes. 

“Someone, saved you then. Must have been another pure blood no non vampire would have had the strength or guts to come between a vampire and its victim,” McGonagall’s words struck him.

Victim… was that really what he was? 

He wrapped his arms around Sirius and gently pet his head. 

“Yes, well, nothing we can do at the moment… although we will be investigating each Slytherin. There are ways to detect if they’ve had fresh blood… and if they are as foolish as they seem, it shouldn’t take long at all.” McGonagall left with a swish. 

“Sirius… I know you may be worried for Mr. Potter, but as winter break is not for another two weeks I cannot dismiss him without proper cause.. and I worry if we divulge this information to her that she will publicize this information for all to hear. So… I will let you stay with him tonight. But I will come for you in the morning before his classes.”

Sirius huffed in reply and snuggled close to Harry as if conceding to the headmasters compromise. As if he had a choice. 

“Good night Harry… and I am very sorry.” He murmured this so gently Harry wasn’t sure what he was sorry for.

No one’s fault but his own really. 

If he had been more careful than he wouldn’t be in this mess would he? 

But he did feel better, felt more at ease with his God Father by his side. Even if he was in dog form it felt like he was being protected. Like he would be cared for.

Harry realized from this first time in his life, how much that feeling was lost on him until now.