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Sirius Black sat on the window seat, staring into the distance. He watched as the sun rose, painting the horizon a glorious orange, mixed with soft blues and purples.

Sirius sighed heavily and ran a hand through his black hair.

Ever since he had got the news, his life had fallen to pieces. He had felt empty, hollow.

Remus, his Remus, was gone. Gone.

Wait. He wasn't dead. No, he wasn't. The Death Eaters had him. Like that was any better.

It was all Sirius' fault. He should have kept an eye on Remus; he shouldn't have let him go on that stupid, stupid mission.

When he had found out, his heart had shattered into millions of miniscule pieces; pieces that could only be put back together by the one person who was the reason it was broken in the first place. He had screamed, cried and yelled.

But all the way through the tough time, he had held on to one shred of hope. Hope that they would find Remus and that he would be okay.

Sirius hated how everyone just seemed to give up so quickly. He hated how they all looked at him with pity, how they talked behind his back. Sirius knew they were shocked at how he seemed to hang on, to never give up.

The door to his room shot open and a figure fell through.

Sirius' head whipped round and he stared at the tall thin figure of his godson.

"Sirius! You've got to come quickly!" Harry panted out. His bright green eyes were frantic behind his glasses and his hair was pointing out at all angles possible.

Sirius jumped up from his chair and followed Harry out. "What? What is it?"

Harry only had to say one word. "Remus."

Sirius' eyes widened and he sped up. He ran into the kitchen, the shrieks of his deranged mother's portrait following.

"Where's Remus? Have you found him? Is he okay?...What's wrong?" Sirius looked at the sombre faces surrounding him. "He's not...?"

Albus Dumbledore stepped forward. Sirius immediately looked towards him, noting the absence of the ever-present twinkle in his eye. His heart thudded wildly in his chest.

Sirius' grey eyes were pleading, begging Dumbledore to tell him that his lover wasn't...

"No, Sirius, he is not dead."

Sirius flinched at the word.

"He has been found, however. And I'm very sorry to say, but his condition isn't very stable... " Dumbledore's blue eyes pierced his soul, watching Sirius' reaction.

"Well, what's wrong with him?" he asked in a strained voice.

Dumbledore sighed. "I think that you should see him yourself."

He motioned to the fireplace. "He is in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing. Go, I shall follow."

Sirius stepped towards the fireplace on shaky legs. He picked a handful of Floo Powder from the pot on the mantel and threw it into the flames. Sirius climbed in and muttered his destination.

He squeezed his eyes shut, terrified of what he was about to see.

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Sirius ran towards the only occupied bed in the room, his heart pounding. He pulled away the curtains around the bed.

His heart stopped.

Sirius stared at the person in the bed and his heart restarted again. Remus was pale, almost too pale. His eyes were closed, the long lashes just brushing the tops of his cheekbones. Sirius' eyes lingered on his chapped and dry lips.

He looked painfully thin. His cheekbones, as well as his collar bone, jutted out more than usual. Sirius reached out to touch his thin hand resting on the covers. The moment he did, tears slid down his cheeks. His heart seemed to mend itself, sewn sloppily back together in crooked pieces. His Remus was alright. He was alright. He was here, next to him and Sirius was touching him.

Remus' hand twitched in his grasp, but Sirius only held it tighter.

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Dumbledore stepped into the Hospital Wing, sighing at the many misfortunes the two men had gone through.

He wondered vaguely how he was going to tell Sirius what was really wrong with Remus.

He would be devastated.

Dumbledore walked to the end of the room and stopped behind Sirius. He watched as Sirius stroked Remus' face tenderly.

Sirius, who had noticed his presence, turned around. "He's alright, Professor." He said in a thick shaky voice. "He's alright."

He is anything but, my boy.

Dumbledore nodded and offered a small smile at his relief.

Remus stirred suddenly under Sirius' touch. His eyes shot open and he gasped.

Sirius stared into the liquid- fire golden orbs. They were wild, burning with intense pain. Remus was shaking, shaking so hard that the tremors shook the bed.

"Poppy!" Sirius yelled frantically.

The strict nurse hurried out of her office and immediately took action.

"Sirius, help him sit up! Professor, can you pass me the potion on the table?"

She waved his wand over his body and frowned.

Sirius shuffled closer to Remus and smiled. "Remus... you have no idea...-"

He stopped suddenly. Remus was curving his body away from Sirius, a desperate expression on his face.

Remus opened his mouth and uttered something quietly. Sirius had to strain to hear, but he caught the whispered words.

"Wh-who are you?"

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