Dealing with Sirius Topics (Sirius x Reader)

I Hope No Students Saw That

"Lucky the ground was so soft."

"I thought he was dead for sure."

"Oh come now, don't say that!" I said flicking Alicia.

"What? It could've happened!" She said as we all looked upon Harry. He had fallen from his broomstick during the match, from what, I'm not sure, I wasn't there to see it. Dumbledore had other plans, wonderful wizard, but a bit of a crackpot not letting me watch my own godson at his first match of the season.

"Well he didn't even break his glasses."

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"Wait why was it so scary?" I asked the team who simply ignored me and were staring at Harry.

"Harry! How're you feeling?" Fred asked as Harry sat up.

"What happened?" He asked over the gasps.

"You fell off," Fred said. "Must've been - what - fifty feet?" He said thinking a bit.

"We thought you died," said Alicia, she was shaking, whether from the cold or fear, I couldn't tell.

"But the match, what happened? Are we doing a replay?" Harry asked looking around, and then to me.

"Don't look at me, Dumbledore had some task for me, I just heard you were hurt and rushed down here." I explained to him before he looked back to his teammate's sullen faces.

"We didn't lose, did we?" He asked.

"Now Harry-" I began before George cut me off. "Diggory go the Snitch, just after you fell. He didn't realize what happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch, but they won fair and square... even Wood admits it."

"Where is he, Wood?" Harry asked.

"Still in the showers, we think he's trying to drown himself." Fred halfheartedly joked. Harry pulled his knees to his head before Fred shook his shoulder.

"C'mon Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before." George said. "There had to be one time you didn't get it."

"It's not over yet, we lost by a hundred points, right? So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin..." Fred began to explain.

"Hufflepuff'll have to lose by at least two hundred points," George said and the two continued prattling on about their chances of winning the cup.

"You lot need to learn when to shut your gobs!" I said placing my hands over their mouths. "I think its best if we just let Harry rest, once he's better you can go ahead and talk his- Gross!" I was interrupted by George licking my hand. "You don't know where my hands have been! Get out!" I jokingly scolded as the Gryffindor team slowly left the infirmary.

"Dumbledore was really angry," Hermione managed to squeak out. "I've never seen him like that before. He ran out onto the field as you fell, waved his wand, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wand at the dementors. Shot some silvery stuff at them. They left the stadium right away.... He was furious they'd come on the grounds. We heard him-"

"Then he magicked you onto a stretcher," Ron began, "And walked up to school with you floating on it. Everyone thought you were..."

"Ronald, why don't you show Harry his, uh just show him." I said, the broken broomstick had been in the corner creating a slight puddle.

"My what?" Harry asked looking at me.

"Well, you see Harry- uh when you fell, your broom blew away and uh- well it-" Ron couldn't seem to find the words.