Shimmering beautiful (and when I break it's in a million pieces)

Can't get through the glass

Potter Manor. Tuesday, July 20th, 1976, 8:41 pm

Sirius shot up, his whole body aching, a stabbing pain shooting all over his head at the rapid movement. He kept his eyes tightly shut, focusing on the new sensations in his body. Before he didn't really feel pain, not even when he smashed his fists against the walls, and now his whole body was full of it, every movement sending jolts of pain all over his body. He suppressed a groan, trying to massage his throbbing head with aching fingers to get the headache to dissipate a little bit.

"Why the hell is it not working?" James' panicked voice sounded around him. He groaned, the sound driving a further stab of pain through his skull.

"He said it could take a few days, we just have to wait," Martha answered.

"The only thing we have been doing the past four days is wait!" Remus yelled, his voice vibrating around in Sirius' head so loudly it almost sent him back to the ground, "you said it would work!"

"Shut up," he groaned quietly, pressing his palms against his ears, squeezing his throbbing head between them. He just needed some quiet to think and the loudly arguing voices weren't helping.

After waiting a while for them to shut up, their voices only getting louder, he sunk to the ground again, the carpet soft against his forehead, feeling like someone had crashed into his head with a broomstick flying at full speed.

He didn't know how long it took for their voices to dissipate as he listened, curled up on himself, his pleas going unheard.

When their voices finally got quieter he rolled onto his back, cracking open one of his tightly shut eyes.

A familiar stone ceiling greeted him and he heaved himself up, coming face to face with the same plush chair in the corner.

Only now, it wasn't standing lonesome in the corner, his eyes drank in the sight of the red loveseat and the cream sofa on either side of it, pulse quickening in excitement.

He pulled himself to a standing position, turning his back to the sofa, letting out a gasp when he saw how drastically the room had changed.

His tiny corner had almost tripled in size, more tables and chairs of the common room sitting idly in their place, looking as perfect and polished as he had never seen them look before. His eyes fell on the fireplace, a small fire silently burning by itself, sending an excited smile to his face.

"It worked! It worked, you idiots!" he cheered, jumping around the large space, joy coursing through his veins and momentarily glossing over the ache sitting deep in his bones. He let out a gleeful laugh, pushing aside the stabbing pain in his head, sprawling on a sofa in the middle of the room, feeling happier than he had in days.

His parade was rained on by glancing at the far corner of the room, the darkness standing no less menacingly in the corner, obscuring the way to the portrait hole. He would get to it in a few moments, the excitement of the enlarged space was thrumming in his veins, breathing new life into him.

He carefully stood up, sore muscles protesting and walked to his original corner of the room, starting from there and carefully feeling alongside the walls from top to bottom, running his hand on the smooth surface of tables, the soft surface of cushions and sofas, the sleek stone of the walls unforgiving under his fingers.