The Explosive Potion

Chapter 22

 I awaken with a stretch and look over at Draco, who lays next to me in the king sized bed. Hunger strikes my stomach and I decide on going downstairs.

 As I walk down the last flight on stairs, I stop in my tracks. Two things come to my attention. First, there's a whole lot of people in the common room. Which doesn't help, considering I'm only wearing knickers and Draco's abnormally large sweater. A few I can pick out: Sirius, Remus, Molly, Arthur, Snape and Moody. Along with the regular tenants Second, Draco's mum is cooking sausage. Instantly, the nausea is back and I run back up the stairs and into the second floor bathroom.

 I feel a hand on my back, too large to be Draco's, as I vomit into the toilet "Hello Harry." I hear Sirius's voice as he pats my back "I've heard a lot in the past hour that you didn't tell me."

 I groan and flush the toilet as my head hurts like a motherfucker. "For example, mystery godson is now my goddaughter." he smiles weakly as I roll around and sit on the ground, back against the toilet, shutting the door with my foot.

 "That smell is bloody terrible." I soon realize, Sirius shouldn't be here. "It's dangerous for you to be here, Sirius."

 "No it's not." he smirks "Bartie Crouch Junior said Peter Pettigrew is still alive, so I'm a free man."

 I smile "That's amazing." I speak very tiredly.

 "Yeah." He smiles at me, before resting his head in his hand on the toilet "Now I have more time to worry about my goddaughter."

 I sigh "I'm fine Sirius."

 "No, no you're not." he states "Now, would you like to tell me about everything that's happened over the past year?" I stay silent and he sighs "How about we start with the muggle who... took advantage of you?" I remain silent and he continues "Or the babies that got aborted?" he speaks so softly that it hurts even harder than if he would have screamed it "Or the eating disorders? They tell me you're still ten kilograms underweight for an anemic." I stay silent and he sighs "Or the self-harm?"

 I sigh "I know, I fucked up." I mess with the bath mat below me "And you're not mad, you're disappointed."

 "No, I'm not mad Harry." I look up at his to see his drained eyes "And I'm not disappointed in you, either." I bat my eyes at him and a tear falls from his eye "I'm disappointed in myself." I start to argue him, but he cuts me off "If I would have taken you with me, this would have never happened." he insists.

 I sigh "It started happening before you offered to take me in." his face goes stone-cold "It started happening the summer before last..."

 "And you didn't tell anyone?" he goes rigid and I see his dog-like teeth starting to surface under his lip.

 "No." I sigh "I didn't want to believe it." I state "It start off small. Simple grabs that could be excused as awkwardly placed smacks." I clear my throat "Didn't think anything of it, considering my track history with bruises at the Dursley's."

 I look back over at him, before continuing "The fetuses are a bi-product of incestuous rape, from their pedophilic father." I shake my head "What am I supposed to do? Give birth to a child that have a short painful life and send it right back to the hell-hole it was conceived in?" I practically spit in anger.

 He remains quiet, calm, as I continue my rant "The eating disorder and the self-harm is just me giving up." I state "I wasn't really dealing with the rape..." I clear my throat "It was the first time it happened and I just locked it away." I run my fingers through my hair "I exploded with self-hatred and tried distancing myself from my friends, so I could eventually...."

 I stop short and he sighs "So you could eventually kill yourself?" I look down and nod "Are you still having suicidal thoughts?"

 "Yeah." I sigh "Not like it matters though." I murmur "I'll be dead in a month." I frown "Even if I don't want to." I shrug "I just wish I could go to sleep and never wake up." I say, my voice cracking.

 "Who says we aren't already?" Sirius gives me a weak smile "What makes you think this isn't a dream and you're awake?" he asks "What if reality is a dream and our dreams are our reality?"

 "Sirius?" I ask, which get a hum in response "Are you high?"

 "Usually, yes." he smirks "But I'm not now, and I'm serious, there's nothing to say that it isn't true." he shrugs "What if, the insomniacs here are in a coma in the dream reality?"

 "I don't believe my dream reality has Leviathans swimming in a pool of diet coke and my best friend to be walrus." I state.

 He gives me weird look "What kind of drugs have you been taken?" I scuff and he chuckles "Those are some acid dreams, kid."

 I shift and sit on my legs "Yeah, I know. Draco finds them odd too."

 "Ahh." Sirius smirks "The girlfriend." he snickers "Also my niece." he smirks "I met her during break, when she and her mum joined the rebellion."

 I smile "Who else is apart of the rebellion?"

 "Well..." Sirius sighs "A lot of people you wouldn't know, the Weasley's, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini..." he thinks for a second "Parkinson and Zabini are spys, by the way."

 "Wait." I insist "How long have Ron and Hermione been in the rebellion?"

 "Only since yesterday." he smiles "They wanted to protect you."

 I nod and we go silent. As we sit in silence, a small smile spreads across his face, before he chuckles "What?" I ask.

 "Nothing." he shakes his head "Just..." he chuckles "We're sitting on the bathroom floor, like it's a couch."

 I shrug "Most of my fourth year I've spent in the bathroom..." I sigh "Mostly bad times, but some are good."

 He smirks "What good could come from a bathroom at your age?" I give him a sideways frown and he scuffs "I suppose you don't need the birds and the bees?"
 
 I scuff and he continues anyway "Well, whenever a man and a woman... or a woman and a woman..." he sighs "or a man and a man... or a." he groans "You know what?"

 I chuckle "What?"

 "When two people love each other, they decide to..." he smashes his hands together "You understand what that is, yes?"

 I laugh "Yes, yes I do." I smirk "Your niece is very good at it." he scowls at me and I lick my lips "Just, shut up. I don't need the talk."

 He nods "Yes, best not to hear about my goddaughter and my niece, as the kids say 'hooking up'." he uses air quotations.

 I scuff and there's a knock on the door "Can I please use ze salle de bain?" I hear Fleur yawn on the other side of the door.
 
 Sirius help me up and I open the door to find a very tired Fleur with her hair in a loose bun. "Sorry." I say, walking past her.

 She walks into the bathroom, speaking tiredly "Qui prend une demi-heure dans la salle de bain? J'ai dû pisser pendant les passé vingt minutes!"  (TRANSLATION: Who takes a fucking half hour in the bathroom? Had to piss for the past twenty minutes!)