In Sickness and in Health 1

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"Promise me you won't be late, Harry," begged Sirius. "My trial starts promptly at two and once it starts, the doors are sealed. If you are even one minute late they won't allow you in."

Harry laughed at his over enthusiastic godfather, but his laugh quickly turned into a coughing fit. Covering his mouth, he turned around until he was done coughing then hid his hand in his school robe pocket.

"I have been praying for this moment for two years, Dementors couldn't keep me away." said Harry. "You are going to be proven innocent and we can finally be a family."

Sirius looked at his pup in concern. "You have had a pretty nasty cough for a while now, pup. Maybe you should go and visit Madam Pomfrey."

Harry clenched the fist that was in his pocket. "I'm fine, Siri, just a bit of a cold from riding the Thesterals in the cool evening." Two weeks ago he had rushed to the Ministry of Magic with his friends to rescue his godfather. It turned out to be a trap and he almost lost the man he thought of like a father to one of Bellatrix's curses. He was able to jump between Sirius and his crazy cousin, taking the curse that was met for his godfather. He wasn't sure what the curse was, but it felt like his blood was boiling and his organs were melting. He couldn't remember much of the battle after that, everything was a blur of screams and pain.

Harry woke up three days later in the hospital wing with his friends and Sirius and Remus gathered anxiously around his bed. It seemed that during the battle, Voldemort had possessed him and somehow, unknown to everyone, even Dumbledore, he had managed to defeat the evil Wizard. After the battle, many Death Eaters were captured, including Peter Pettigrew. Today was Sirius' trial to prove his innocence and if all went well, he would be moving in with Sirius and Remus. He was more then happy to never have to return to his abusive relatives.

Sirius laid his hand on his godson's forehead relaxing when he felt that it was cool. With how pale and flushed his pup looked, he was afraid that he had a fever. "All right, just promise that you will go to the hospital wing if the cold persists?"

Harry smiled, it felt great to have someone care about his health. His aunt and uncle always celebrated when he was hurt or sick. Hell, they were normally the cause of his pain and sicknesses.

"I promise," Harry said crossing his heart. Everyone knew that he had an aversion to the hospital wing. He only went when he was too sick to stand, or unconscious.

"I have to get to the Ministry now, but Dumbledore said you can use his office to floo to the Ministry. He will be with me, so the password is 'pumpkin pie'."

Harry tried not to cringe when his godfather gave him a hug. He loved his godfather, but he didn't like to be touched. Gritting his teeth, he gave him a one armed hug back, then quickly stepped back.

Sirius didn't miss that his touch made his pup uncomfortable. After everything was settled and Harry was home from school, they were going to have a very long talk. There had to be a reason that his pup was so anxious to leave the only home and family he had ever known. He knew that Petunia and Vernon were horrible muggles, but would actually physically hurt their nephew? He prayed to god that he was wrong because if they so much as hurt one hair on his pup's head, he was going to hunt them down and make them pay.

"Remember, don't be a minute late. If I don't have you to testify, then I'm as good as kissed," warned Sirius. Sirius turned and quickly made his way to the headmasters office.

Harry smiled as he watched his godfather leave. He truly loved the man and he couldn't wait to become a real family with him and Remus.

Stifling another cough, Harry pulled his hand out of his pocket and cringed when he saw all the blood. For a week now he had been coughing up blood. At first he thought it was a result of Bellatrix's curse, but now he feared that if was something much worse. Since waking up in the hospital wing, he had been feeling week and nauseous. One minute he was freezing, and the next he was pouring sweat. His body ached constantly and he fell asleep most nights with migraines. There was something wrong with him and he was too scared to find out what.

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