You woke up slowly in the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. You wonder how you got here. Last you remember, you had glass in your head, hands, and arms in the Ministry of Magic. Beforehand, you had stopped Bellatrix from casting the killing curse on--

"Sirius..!" You sit up abruptly, the bandages over your arms, head and hands giving you some restrictions. You saved Sirius's life.. If you hadn't.. Sirius would be dead.

...Where even is Sirius?

A hand hovered onto your shoulder. The hand that is owned by none other than the headmaster of Hogwarts: Albus Dumbledore.

"Now, my child, lie back down. You are still healing. You will have scars, but otherwise, everything will be alright for you," Dumbledore said, as calm as ever.

You asked where Sirius was, and Professor Mcgonagall told you that he was found by the Ministry, and was put back into Azkaban. She said that he held you close in your unconsciousness, and almost attacked some of the Ministry workers, because they got too close to your vulnerable self. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard that he was sent back to Azkaban. But it swelled when you heard that he was being very protective of you.

You waited for days, things going by in a blur of taking healing potions, and numbing pills, and injections to calm you down, to forget your worries- to rest.

One very early morning, you slowly stir awake, and look at the chair next to your recovery bed, expecting it to be empty. But, this time. . .

It wasn't empty. There was a man sleeping in it.

You look at the person sitting in the chair, and you find it to be..

Sirius.

Little did you know, he was free of charge- a free man, now. He had a trial, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Remus, and so many more people proved he was innocent.