Growing Up

Part 23.

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Harry's screams echoed through the entire first floor, the sound bouncing off every wall.

"What? Peter?" Remus shot up as well, blurry eyes trying to fixate on Sirius who was now panting feverishly. He slicked back his sweaty hair and stared down the hallway.

"I don't..."

Remus got up from the bed and wandered towards the door.

"Get your shit together and go back to bed," He was always grouchy when he was woken up. Sirius wasn't hurt by it at this point, he knew he got the brunt of it all. If he didn't, who else would?

"I'm sorry, I'll be back."

Remus wearily walked into Harry's room, the light from his wand beaming into the dark room. The cry stopped abruptly as the door cracked open.

Those snake green, bleary eyes staring back in silence was chilling, the silence even more so. The only sound filling the room was his heavy breathing and occasional sniffle.

Remus walked towards the crib and picked Harry up, cradling him.

"You gotta tell me what these dreams are about," He whispered, staring out Harry's bedroom window as he rocked side to side.

"Bad," Harry whispered back, snuggling into Remus, his hands rubbing his eyes.

"Well, yeah," He chuckled. "Think I got that." He put his hand over Harry's head and paced the floor, trying to get him back to sleep.

***

Sirius sat upright in their bed, his breathing had slowed and he was staring down at his hands.

"Bloody fucking hell" Sirius whispered to himself as he grabbed his wand with a shaking hand and headed out to the kitchen.

Sirius turned on a lamp and Kreacher stood, staring at him with his big, beady black eyes.

"Fuck!" Sirius jumped, his hands hitting the counter behind him .

"You can't scare me like that."

"Kreacher is sorry, Mr Black."

"Sirius." He corrected the elf. "No more 'master'?" He questioned.

"Regulus Black was my only master," He hissed, almost offended at the question.

"Right." He grabbed a glass and filled it up with water, drinking it as anyone would in the middle of the night; downing it like it was the last glass on earth.

"That boy," Kreacher began, his finger shakily pointing at his door.

"Harry." Sirius corrected him again.

"Yes," He said. "Those nightmares?"

"We don't know what they're about, I assumed he'll tell us when he's a bit older."

"You really have no idea what they are about?" Kreacher turned away, scowling. His head shook as he walked away.

"Hey!" He snapped, demanding him to turn around once more. It vaguely reminded him of his mother, so he lowered his voice. "You know?"

"It is simple, Sirius." His back still facing away. "They are about the Dark Lord."

"Voldemort, say his name. He is no lord." He snapped again, he couldn't help it.