Pairings: RL/HP, BZ/RW, NL/DM, SS/SB
Warnings: Slash, abuse, MPREG, AU, OOC.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HP!
Summary: Harry has come into an early inheritance. Why? And what does Remus have to do with it?
This was supposed to start as a one-shot. Riiiight. So, short main story and then one-shots based on the side pairings.
Enjoy!
Part 1
Number twelve Grimmauld Place was quiet, eerily so. It was lunchtime on a warm day in the middle of June. Normally at that time the kitchen would be loud with Sirius attempting-and failing miserably-to cook lunch for his boys. Minor explosions would be heard throughout the first floor, and then Remus would come running in to save the day. He would yell at his friend, kick him out of the kitchen, and salvage whatever he could.
On that warm day in the middle of June though, there was no explosions, no yelling, no sound what so ever. The only noise was the quiet breaths of Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley, with the occasional foot-tapping from Ron or the soft pacing from Neville.
The boys were in the sitting room, (im)patiently waiting for the adults to return with their dear friend, Harry Potter (yes-yes, the Boy Who Lived, now hush up so we can get on with the story). Neville, when not pacing around the room, was sitting in a dusty brown armchair. He stared anxiously at the fireplace, willing it to flare with the tell-tale green flames of the floo. Ron was laying stomach down on the couch, his face pressing into the old pillows.
They were worried.
That much was obvious.
Why were they worried? Harry had been forced into an early inheritance. Early inheritances were not common, but they happened often enough for them to not be considered rare either. An early inheritance occurs when an underage witch/wizard is near death and their current magical reserves don't have enough power to heal them.
For Harry to come into his inheritance early…
Needless to say, the boys had more than enough reasons to be worried.
When the adults came back, they did not come via floo like Neville had assumed. They came in three loud cracks outside of the front door, rushing in only half a second later. Three pairs of heavy feet rushed up the stairs, Ron and Neville were not far behind. If none of the older men had stopped in when they got home, things were worse than the boys had originally thought.
They brought Harry, oddly enough, to Remus's room. There was no commenting about it, although there was a curious look at Remus every now and again. He seemed very…off.
However, the thing that had their attention the most was the…thing…on the bed. There was no way that it was Harry. The mass of blood and bone and flesh could not possibly be their best friend! It wasn't even making any noise, barely moving except for the short, erratic breaths.
The adults were working in a flurry of movement. Wands casting cleaning spells, potion after potion being coaxed into Harry's mouth, stitching, washing, scrubbing, rubbing, drying, wrapping. After five minutes the blood was gone. After ten, the bones were no longer awkwardly protruding from his body. After fifteen minutes the skin was bandaged up.
It was if time had slowed for the teens. They had watched as the gory mass had slowly been turned into their frail looking friend. His eyes remained closed still, but instead of the short breaths he had taken before, he was taking deeper breaths.
Ron and Neville had thought that they were done working on Harry, oh how wrong they were. Sirius ushered them out of the room as calmly as he could, saying that they didn't need to see anymore. They waited for six long, long hours. Severus emerged from the room looking tired but satisfied. This lifted the boys spirits.
"He's alive." Severus said. "But in a deep healing sleep. When he wakes up is up to him."