Harry Potter: Regaining Control. (Sparse/Random Updates)

Chapter 1: Some things just Break. (Mature/Strong Language)

Harry Potter watched as Sirius Black began trading spells with Bellatrix Lestrange as if he were a spectator, as if he were simply watching a television show, he barely recognised blocking a cutting curse until he heard Sirius's reaction "Nice One James" slurred against the backdrop of explosions and spells, against the bright lights and the sheer rush of adrenaline and terror that flooded Harry's body 'Nice One James' the same line Harry remembered from Snape's Memories "James, Focus... let's win this" Sirius spoke... Harry didn't have time to think over the words at time caught up with him, the crawl of time snapping back to the fast paced battle he was currently involved in.

Eventually however it seemed that Bellatrix grew bored of her exchange with Sirius as her wand shot out the Sickening Green that Harry would forever associate with the Killing Curse, the Green Bolt of Magic impacted against Sirius sending him back into the Veil of Death but there was one thing Harry noticed as Sirius fell, the man's eyes were White, simply blank, Harry didn't realise he was scrambling forwards until strong arms wrapped around his middle and held him.

Harry was not pinned forever, but the arms clawed... scratched... the strong arms of Remus Lupin became that of his Wolf, tearing into Harry as he collapsed... only it wasn't Moony he faced, the wolf Harry faced was unfamiliar, dark black shaggy fur engulfed a proud form, not weakened with Wolfsbane but a truly strong werewolf. Harry noticed with Horror that the Eyes watching him were not Amber, but his own Green, reflecting back on Harry... searching into his Soul and piercing his mind 'Your time is coming young one' a deep rumbling voice sounded 'We shall be One again' it spoke... Harry scrambled back only for new arms to grasp him, blackened and charred, Skeleton like as they dragged him towards the Veil... no matter how hard Harry struggled the arms did not stop and then Harry's world turned black.

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Harry awoke, bolting upright he violently expelled his Stomach Content over his sheets before sucking in harsh reverberating breaths as his chest heaved in it's rhythmic motions trying to draw breath into Harry's body. Harry's mind raced in it's new panic trying desperately to regain any sense of focus and control "Easy Harry" Seamus Irish lilt sounded through the oceanlike roar of sound echoing through Harry's mind "Come on Harry... I need you to breath for me Okay?" Seamus spoke "Breath for me... Breath in through your nose One...Two...Three...Four...Five, now Our through your Mouth One...Two...Three...Four. In again. Out Again. In Again. Out Again" Seamus coached, Harry's breathing slowly matched the instructions as Harry's body rushed with adrenaline and panic "Now I want you to look at 5 different things and name them for me alright? five things, take your time" Seamus coaxed

"My Bed... My... My Bedcurtains... You... My Vomit... My Nightclothes" Harry managed to breath out

"Good, now, four different Sounds?"

"Your Voice... Ron's Snoring... Neville's Puffing... Dean's Rumbling"

"Good Harry, three things you can Feel?"

"My Clothes... Your hand... the cold air"

"You're going Great Harry, now, two things you can Smell?"

"Sick... Your Cologne" Harry breathed

"One thing you can taste"

"My Sick" Harry deadpanned weakly... Seamus gently placed Harry's glasses onto the teen and crouched by the side of his bed "You feeling better?" he asked

"Yeah... I... I think so, thankyou Seamus. I... Thankyou" Harry nodded jerkily

"It's no problem, besides... I've been acting like a fucking prick to you for over a year now. I'm Sorry Harry, I really am Sorry, I don't... I don't deserve your forgiveness, but helping you out is the least I can do" Seamus spoke, Harry rest a hand against Seamus' cheek and sighed softly as he regained control of his breathing