run...Then what?
Chapter 2; the plan: run.. then what?
Harry got to his feet using the cane Vernon beat him with to help him up.
He was in terrible pain, he could barely see, but he knew this was his only opportunity to escape.
So, with a final look at the Dursley family, he exited the house.
The cold night air hit his warm cheeks as soon as he opened the door.
He couldn't waste any more time, who knows when the Dursleys may recover from his spell.
Quickly he set off, hobbling around corners and ally ways.
He took a left.
Then a right.
He was starting to loose track of how many turns he had taken.
He was starting to loose consciousness, he needed to keep going.
He took a sharp left.
Just as he was starting to loose hope, he saw it. Sirius's house.
His vision started to blur, if it was from the tears gathering in his eyes or his surely concussed state he didn't care.
All he knew is he had to get to that house.
He painstakingly climbed the stairs up to the door and with his last burst of energy he knocked on the door sharply three times.
Suddenly he could see an eye staring at him through the peep hole.
The door immediately opened to reveal a blury figure.
His legs felt like jello, he just wanted to rest.
He faintly heard someone calling out to him, but he payed no mind. All he wanted to do was to go to sleep.
He couldn't stand any more.
His vision swam.
He fell to his knees and promptly passed out whether from the exhaustion or the pain it was unclear.
All he knew was he was tired and needed to rest.
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When he heard the knocks on his door in the middle of the night there were many things he expected. He expected Remus lupin, his dear friend coming to visit him, that was usual especially when the nights were hard. He expected the ministry coming to bring him back to Azkaban. Hell, he even expected Voldemort himself to show up at his doorstep. However what he was not expecting was his godson beat half way to hell, barley standing on his front stoop.
Sirius hastily opened the door trying to get his thoughts together.
His heart was beating a million miles per hour.
He tried to call out to the kid but it fell on deaf ears, the kid was out of it that was for sure.
Then Harry's knees buckled and he fell into Sirius's arms.
"Jesus kid"
He huffed out.
The kid was cold, too cold, he needed help.
Sirius gathered Harry in his arms and brought him inside.
Once inside he laid his nephew on the couch and decided to call the only two people who knew what they were doing when it came to potions and healing spells.
Remus lupin and Severus snape.
While snape hadn't exactly been on sirius's list of freinds, he knew snape was his only shot at getting Harry out of this alive.
So, he sent out his patrounus with a message.
"Harry has been gravely injured, I am requesting your assistance healing him."
With a flick of his wrist he sent the patrounus away.
With a sigh Sirius ran a hand through his thick black hair. He quickly turned to his nephew, who, to his dismay, was bleeding out rather quickly on his couch.
He immediately went to Harry's side and started applying pressure to the wound on his head.
He was loosing blood, and fast.
He needed help. Sirius prayed Remus and Snape would get here soon.
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Harry's head pounded. He let out a small sharp gasp of air as he felt someones hand on his head.
He was being attacked, he was sure of it. It was the Dursleys, they must've brought him back to the house.
He immediately shot up ready to fight.
He let out a cry as he felt his head begin to throb. Harry fell back down and started to clutch his head.
That's when he heard it. A faint noise...humming?
It was calming, it eased the tension in the room.
Slowly Harry opened his eyes, and to his relief he saw Sirius black, his godfather.
"Hey pup"
Sirius said with a small sigh.
For what felt like forever they just sat in silence. Looking at one another, basking in each other's presence.
Then Sirius got a worried look on his face.
Harry was confused as to why until Sirius reached out a hand and placed it on Harry's cheek.
Oh, he was crying, how long had he been doing that?
He distantly remembered leaning into the touch. A ghost of a smile tugging at sirius's lips.
"It's ok pup, I'm here now. You're safe, I promise."
Harry startled when he heard someone clearing their throat.
He looked around the room to find in back of Sirius was Remus lupin, his old defense against the dark arts teacher.
Remus sported a tan colored jacket and some other muggle clothes. He looked as kind as ever giving Harry a tired smile and offering a nod in greeting.
Then looking to the right of him he saw a talk figure in black robes that he would recognize anywhere. No one in the room was oblivious to Harry's flinch when he saw the man.
It was Severus Snape.
Harry's eyes grew wide as he turned back to Sirius in a silent question.
Sirius ruffled the boys hair taking a step back so Harry could see them all in view.
"Alright, well I guess we both have some explaining to do"
Sirius stated with a huff.