Harry woke up and stretched luxuriously on the hospital bed. He couldn't believe the restful sleep he had. For once, since the Graveyard, he didn't have any nightmares. He smiled as the sun shined on his face as he took in the warmth. He looked down on the bed and was greeted with a slight shock.
Sirius was on his left, head resting on his bed, cradled by his own arms. It looked like he just drifted off to sleep by Harry's side. Then he looked to his right and there was Dumbledore, in the same position. He looked between the two of them. Two of the most important men in his life. He smiled and looked at sun, judging by where the sun was positioned, it was eight twenty-nine. He had to learn what time it was by where the sun and the moon hung when he was younger. He was never given a watch by the Dursley's, unless you counted that one watch that he had fished out of the trash a four years ago, yet they demanded that he be in the house at an exact time, no sooner no later, or all hell would break loose.
He gently shook the both of them, both groaned a bit until Harry put on a fake pout and shook them again. They sat up quickly and saw Harry, the pout still on his lips. But it disappeared into a cheeky grin.
"Good morning! Time for Breakfast! Ah, dang, I sound just like Ron." he said, with a thoughtful look. He shrugged and slowly got out of the hospital bed and then went to go change. Sirius and Dumbledore looked between themselves and the curtain that Harry went to go change behind. they couldn't help but smile. Harry hadn't been in this good of mood since, well, they couldn't remember. But they were ecstatic that he was finally experiencing some joy.
They helped Harry put his arms through the sleeves of his white shirt, though despite the restful sleep, stretching the way he did, opened a few of the wounds on his back. It, however didn't hurt him, he barely even felt it as the blood trickled slowly down his back, but Sirius saw the bloodstained shirt and yelled for Madame Pomfrey.
Those wounds still refused to heal, but Harry regained one more piece to the puzzle. As they walked down, a vision came into his mind. One shadow, no, two shadows were raising what looked like a long rope and bringing it down, laughing, or would it be called cackling? He shook his head, why wasn't he remembering it? What was preventing him from recollecting it, and what was causing him to slowly remember as opposed to normal remembering?
Thoughts of the incident were pushed back as Dumbledore conjured the same bowl chair and helped Harry into it while Sirius fixed him a plate of food. Remus groggily walked in and gathered up a plate as well and went to sit beside Harry.
"How did you sleep?" asked Harry, munching on an apple slice. Lupin groaned.
"I had nightmares, and all about you and the Dursleys, tell me, please God, tell me that the books get easier to listen to?" he said with worry in his eyes.
"How should I know? I didn't write them." said Harry, he wasn't sure if he should warn his favorite Defense teacher or not. He just continued to nibble at his food. Sirius had to stop Mrs. Weasely from giving him another plate of food.
"We gave him a nutritional potion up at the Hospital Wing, if you give him more food than he can handle, he's going to get sick." said Sirius quietly, but kindly. He wanted to stockpile his godson's plate too, but Pomfrey threatened him with bodily harm if he overdid it.
Once breakfast was over, Dumbledore stood up and addressed the students.
"We are in for another day of reading, so if you would like to make yourselves more comfortable, feel free to do so. If you are unskilled in making furniture just yet, you may ask for assistance from your Head of House, the Head Boy or Girl and your Prefects." It seemed no one wanted to sit at the house tables, so they were magically removed and squashy, comfortable chairs were put in their place.
