Dysfunctional

2 - The Department of Mysteries - Part 2

Sirius was running as fast as possible, holding a hand to his side. Bellatrix's hex had broken a rib on his right. After a couple of tries, Kingsley had been able to mend it but the spell-work had been clumsy in his haste. His side was bruised and felt very sore, but he couldn't think about himself now. Harry had gone after Bellatrix and Sirius had to get to him as quickly as possible.

What was Harry thinking going after Bellatrix?

It took quite some time to cross the spinning room. He tried a couple of doors before finding the one that led to the lifts.

He slammed the grilles of the lift as it shuddered; he could already hear shouting and sounds of crashing from above. Hoping Dumbledore had reached Harry already and was protecting him, Sirius was shocked and surprised at the sight that met him when the lifts shuddered to a halt.

The Fountain of Magical Brethren was broken to pieces with parts of it lying randomly on the floor. Bellatrix was being held back by the statue of the witch and she was watching in horror at Harry.

Harry was screaming and yelling, his tortured cries echoing in the large Atrium. His eyes were screwed shut as a dark wave of something erupted from his chest and shot at the golden statue near him, which cracked and was thrown away. Dumbledore stood frozen, watching Harry as if he was afraid of him. Sirius had never felt quite as scared as he was when Harry spoke in a high, cold voice, "Kill me now, Dumbledore..."

Realising what Voldemort was doing to Harry, a sob threatened to break free of him as Sirius called out to him, "HARRY!"

Dumbledore's head snapped towards him but then turned almost immediately again towards Harry, who was curling in on himself. Tears were streaming through his eyes that were screwed shut against the agony that he must be feeling. Sirius ran towards him, unable to comprehend how to help his godson, unable to simply stand and watch.

Harry's eyes opened and Sirius nearly recoiled when he saw them. They were gleaming red and Harry spoke again in the same voice that sounded both like Harry as well as Voldemort. "If death is nothing Dumbledore, kill the boy..."

Sirius fell on his knees beside Dumbledore who was staring at Harry, frozen.

Harry yelled as he brought up his hands to his head.

"...stop..." Harry's whisper was hoarse and pleading, but unmistakeably his own voice. Tears sprang to Sirius' eyes as he tried to hold Harry; Sirius could feel every muscle in Harry's body, wound tensely as he yelled in agony. He realized Harry was fighting him, Voldemort, inside his head.

Sirius ran his hand through Harry's hair in an attempt to soothe him and with his face inches from Harry's ear, he whispered, "Harry, you can do this! You can beat him! Come on!"

Then, Harry yelled and his body was thrown away by an invisible force to the floor. His glasses flew away from him and he abruptly stilled. Sirius was sure his heart had stopped beating as he froze in horror. He knew what happened to the people that Voldemort possessed and also what happened when Voldemort left them.

Fearing the worst, he called out to him, hands slapping his face. "No! No, Harry! Wake up!"

He put his hand to Harry's cold, clammy chest and almost slumped in relief when he felt Harry's heart hammering wildly.