Cough Drops
AN: This is just a short little one-shot written in Sirius' P.O.V. I wrote it in like 20 minutes flat, in school, so it's probably full of errors. This is the product of what happens when you're bored in school. :P I'll post another chapter up later for the backstory behind this, 'cause I know it's really random.:)
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I'm miserable. I've had a cold all weekend. I have no brains left; they're in my tissues, which are in my trashcans. Notice the 'S'.
"SIRIUS!" Remus called, racing up the stairs to my dormitory.
"Whad d'ya want?" I moaned, my voice cracking just a little in the middle of the sentence. It really, really hurts my throat to do just about anything.
"I found something that might help you," he whispered as he walked in. Oh great, I thought. "It's a muggle cough drop," he continued. "I've never had one, nor has James, but we though it might help you."
As long as it doesn't kill me... "Sure," I replied. Remus handed me a little red sphere. I put it in my mouth, and I immediately regretted it.
"OW! EW! OW!" I screamed. I then swallowed it. "There, happy?" I spat. "It's gone."
You wanna' guess what Remus did after that? He laughed. I though he was choking at first, guess not...
"Padfoot, it's not a pill!" He laughed. "You have to suck on it 'till it's gone. No matter how bad it tastes!"
"Ew. Ugh. Gross." I groaned. I would have to suck on one of those fiery pills of death?!
"I'll go get another one," Remus said, and he flew down the staircase to retrieve my death. Why...
In order to not face my untimely death in the next few seconds, I had to think fast. There were three options for me. Option one, run away. Uh...no. Option two, pretend like I was cured. Maybe... but the second Remmy or Jamey saw a piece of brain pop out when I coughed, they would know something was up. Option three...ok, there was no option three. Great...
After only a few seconds of going over my pitiful options, Remus was back up in my dormitory holding my death sentence.
"Here ya' go, Siri," Remus said, holding out the blood-red sphere to me. "I know it might taste awful, but, just remember, this is all to make you better."
I nodded and took the little monster in my hand. Remus sat down on the end of my bed, and smiled encouragingly at me.
"Be careful," I said sarcastically. "You might catch Padfoot sick germs. Then I would be the one forcing this down your throat.
Remus laughed loudly at my weak joke, and that was all I needed. I popped the killer pill into my mouth and this time started sucking on it like it was some kind of sick lollipop, or something. Only it didn't taste sweet...not at all. It prickled and burned my mouth. I moaned a few times, both internal and external, and mentally cursed whoever invented these death traps.
After a little over twenty minutes, the killer was gone and I hacked up a storm for a good 'nother five minutes.
"Ugh," I spat. "I am never trying one of those things again."
Remus just sat there, smiling mysteriously. Oh no, did the pill make me grow horns or wings, or...a tail or something. Ok, I already semi had a tail, but still! "What?" I asked nervously.
"Siri..." he whispered. Oh no, that's never a good sign if Remus whispers, and you don't know what it's about!
"WHAT?!" I demanded.
"You're not sniffling anymore."