Neither Can Survive (Tomarry)

Chapter Sixteen

I stand over the grave of someone who I thought as a brother. 

"Harry..." Tom mutters, walking me to the carriage. I look back to the grave, hoping that maybe this was all just a bad dream. 

"We need to win this," I choke, hugging onto Tom tight. 

"Don't worry, we are." Tom states, helping me inside the carriage. The LeStrange's wanted Eprix to be buried in the Malfoy family cemetery. Even though they weren't related by blood, he was still their son. I make sure to visit him as often as possible, but it still isn't enough. 

Lately I've been losing control over my magic. It's gotten to the point that if anyone annoys me in the slightest, I'll accidently hex them. Tom says it's alright, and it's normal, but I don't know..

"Now, Harry," Tom crosses his legs, looking at me intently. "We're headed for a cloak shop to get new robes, because we need to show who has the power." 

I try and smile, but it just wouldn't come out. "Yours is a nice dark green, and- Oh! We have masks, just like the Death Eaters, just different colors to show who we are...Mmm yes, obviously mine is a deep red, because why wouldn't it be, and Narcissa just told me this morning that Sirius is doing much better and th-"

"Why didn't I hear about that?!" 

"You didn't come to breakfast," He deadpans. "You must be aware that he will still forget certain things, and he does get frightened easily,"

"Can I see him when we get back?" I ask, practically begging at this point. 

"Of course you can," Tom smiles, grabbing my chin lovingly. "Just be careful,"

Once the carriage comes to a complete stop, we run inside to get fitted. I don't even notice any of the pricks of their needles, I'm too focused on seeing Sirius after so long. Narcissa told us she had to keep him alone to help his healing. I did go to his door every so often, and I could just hear him muttering, and sometimes screaming. It was off putting. 

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"We were in that bloody robes shop for hours!" I complain, walking into the dinning room. 

"Ah, my lords- please remember you have a guest for supper tonight," Narcissa smiles, bowing to us as we walk through the door way. 

"S-Sirius?" I call, looking over at the farthest corner. 

"Harry?"

"Remus?" 

"Um, yes, I'm here," Remus flushes, looking down at his lap. Sirius looks up at me, and I gasp. He almost looks like he did before the veil. 

I run to Sirius, and tackle him with a hug. I can't believe it. He's right here in front of me, he's real. His body shakes with his booming laugh, and he messes with my hair. 

"What's been going on cub?"

"Uh-"

"You know, the normal kind of stuff during...um...war?" Tom says awkwardly. I'm shocked. I don't think I've ever witnessed Tom be awkward in any way. He always does everything with such confidence, and grace. 

"Oh...if you need someone to speak to, you know I'm always here," Sirius offers, and I nod my head. 

We sit down, and begin eating the food. It's relatively silent, but me, Sirius, and Remus have a hushed conversation. I don't think I've eaten so much in the last two years. I was just so entranced with Sirius, and everything he had to say.

"My Lords," A house elf appears, and we stop speaking. "You are needed in the front hall,"

"Sorry Sirius," I sigh, hugging Sirius one last hug. "I've got to go,"