Bedlam and Battles:

A/N: Here is the first chapter of my sequel. My baby. Please review, my darlings.

Hospitals and Time

Izzy Flynn woke to the sun streaming in on her body, bright red sheets wrapped around her body. She rolled over and smoothed her hand over Sirius Black's chest, looking at his sleeping face. She pushed her dark chocolate covered hair off her face, blue eyes surveying the room. The room was bright, white walls and a light wood dresser with a vase of flowers on the top.

Sirius would have let it get disgusting, but Izzy kind of liked playing homemaker. So far, they were extremely poor however, so the house was still rundown and definitely not yellow with daisies everywhere. They had one couch in the living room, and the rest of Uncle Alphie's crappy, old fashioned furniture.

Sirius jerked suddenly, and breathed loudly through his nose, his eyes flickering open. Izzy propped herself up on one elbow. "Are you a creepy stalker who watches me sleep?"

Izzy laughed as he kissed her once on her button nose, and once on her forehead. "Yes, I am." She whispered.

"At least you're hot," Sirius shrugged.

"What time is it?" Izzy asked, clutching his hand in her own.

"Six," Sirius groaned. "Why so early?"

"Because it's your first day!" Izzy exclaimed excitedly, rolling onto her stomach and onto her elbows.

"It's your first day too." Sirius said throatily. "Of a thirty six hour shift. You need your sleep."

"But you don't!" Izzy grinned, gathering the sheet around her as she bounced off the bed and tugged on his leg.

"I'm going to shower," she winked, poking her tongue out as she danced backward into the ensuite bathroom, kicking her lean legs out.

The minute the door shut, and Izzy started singing, 'You Raise Me Up,' Sirius yelled out. "Don't!"

Izzy poked her head out the door, curly hair falling over her exposed shoulder. "Better get in here then," she giggled.

Sirius' eyebrows rose as he scrambled off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. "Coming," he chuckled, calling out to her.

X0X0

A … while later, Izzy emerged from the shower, calling to Sirius, "Thanks for the good luck sex!" only to find she had no clothes in her cupboard. None at all. Okay, she had clothes, but they were last choice clothes. So, Izzy wrapped a towel around her body and hurried down the wide grand old stairs on an excursion to the laundry.

And when she made it downstairs, on her crappy couch was sitting Peter Pettigrew, who looked droopy and depressed as he looked up at Izzy's towel clad body. "Hi Izzy," he sniffled. "Sally kicked me out."

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Izzy threw her hands up in the air. "Sirius!" She bellowed up the stairs.

Sirius hurried down in his boxers, looking guilty. "I forgot to tell you." He apologised.

Izzy sighed and folded her arms. "I didn't know you and Sally were dating?" Sally was Peter's roommate in a crappy little flat in inner-city London.

"They weren't," Sirius said heavily as he trudged down the stairs. "He confessed his undying love to her last night and she chucked him and his junk into the rain."

"Nice," Izzy whistled. "Sorry, Pete."

Sirius flopped down next to him on the couch. "We bros just need a little time."

"I'm going to get coffee," Izzy raised her eyebrows. She pushed open the door to the kitchen to see Mary Macdonald perusing the paper and sipping coffee in her pyjamas.

"Jesus freaking Christ!" Izzy exclaimed. "Are we running a halfway house?"

"I had a key," Mary shrugged, flipping the page of the newspaper.

"I need coffee."

"Fresh pot on the sink."

Izzy poured herself a steaming mug of coffee and took the lifestyle section of the paper as she sat down at the dining room table. "What are you doing today?" Mary sighed.

"First day at the hospital."

"Enjoy." Mary grinned. "No idea what I'm going to do. I've got a class at three and then …"

"Oh, isn't it luxurious to be a perpetual scholar," Izzy said in a posh accent.

Mary laughed. "Well, I haven't finished the reading, so not really."

Izzy grinned. "So, what are you doing here?"

Mary rolled her eyes. "Sandra had some loud lov-ahh stay over. I had to get out."

"I hate that you're all living with random strangers," Izzy pouted.

"Why?" Mary asked. "Mama Izzy wants all her babies in the one place."

"I do at that." Izzy nodded.

"How many bedrooms do you have here?" Mary asked curiously.

"I don't know, a thousand." Izzy slumped on to the table. "Early. But you know Sirius."

"Yeah," Mary frowned. "Why cant Sirius just accept the fact he's Papa Bear and let us all stay here."

Just then, James and Lily came through the swinging kitchen door. "Hello!" James called.

"We brought muffins!" Lily announced.

"Lily made them!" James cajoled.

Izzy waved the basket over. "Yum," she began picking the blueberries off the top.

Mary grinned. "See? We all practically live here."

"We can move in together," James' eye widened.

Lily shook her head. "God, you think you'd have had enough of that after seven years."

"I cant live without you all," James sad mock-sadly.

Izzy held up her hands. "Ask Sirius. Big man doesn't want to take care of you all."

James looked down. "Iz?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you planning on getting dressed at some point?"

"Oh." Izzy jumped up. "The coffee and the muffins distracted me. Bye," she called. "I'm going to find some pants!"

She headed out the door, passing Sirius along the way. "They all want to know why Papa Bear wont let them live here," Izzy sang, whirling out the door.

Sirius shrugged. "I see them all the time."

"But they need us to take care of them," Izzy pouted. "Peter's unlucky in love, and Mary's all … unlucky."

"We're supposed to be the irresponsible ones," Sirius said, faking cheerfulness. "Besides … no more living room sex, or anywhere else sex if we have other people living here."

"Well," Izzy shrugged. "I'll forfeit the other stuff for the shower sex." She held out a hand. "Deal?"

"Deal," Sirius said reluctantly.

Izzy sprinted back into the kitchen, clothes in hand. "Rooms for rent!"

Mary and Peter cheered. "Yay!"

Izzy flicked a look at the clock. "And now I have to go. Before I'm late."

"I'll come," Sirius offered.

"Good luck!" They all cheered.

"Take a muffin," Lily scurried after them. "And wait for me! I don't want to be late either!"

X0X0

Izzy took a look around her. Her dark hair was pulled up into a rough side bun, strands of her tickling her face and neck, intense blue eyes half tired, half ecstatically happy, her big grey jumper covering her backside and tight black jeans.

She was standing in the lobby of St Mungo's hospital, big front desk in front of her, stairs leading to the different wings spreading all over the place. Izzy tucked her hair behind her ears and turned to her boyfriend.

Sirius was dressed in dark clothing, wavy shaggy hair falling in his face as he grinned at his girlfriend with his dark grey eyes. "Enjoy, good luck, you'll do great." He said.

Izzy wrapped her arms around his neck. "So. We're grown-ups now. You're going to fight bad guys and I'm going to save lives. Hopefully." She added, biting her lip.

"Yeah." Sirius grinned. He kissed her quickly on the lips. "Bye, Iz."

"Good luck out there, Siri!"

"Ditto," Sirius said as he waved her off.

"You could be less gross," Lily observed, smiling sweetly.

"You're not five," Izzy widened her eyes. "Get over it."

"I have the decency to save my kissing for private time."

"No PDAs around Lily," Izzy noted, she slung her floral backpack further on her shoulder and tapped her fingers on the front desk. "Hi," she said to the cranky looking nurse at the desk. "We're new interns?" Izzy tried to calm herself. Don't sound so nervous, she ordered herself.

The nurse glared. "Locker room on your right. Someone will meet you."

The locker room was full of metal and a very sterile environment, light blues and silver metal everywhere. Izzy dumped her backpack on a light wood bench and yanked open an uncooperative locker door. Lily handed her a pair of scrubs. "Your size."

"Thanks."

"James and I are fighting." Lily sighed. "The muffins were a cover-up."

"About what?"

Lily narrowed her eyes as she halved a muesli bar and handed Izzy some. "He wont let me chuck out his stupid ratty, Holy Head Harpies T-shirt."

"He doesn't even go for the Harpies," Izzy scoffed.

"My point!" Lily said triumphantly.

Izzy rolled her eyes. "But what are you really fighting about?"

Lily sighed. "You know us too well."

"Too right."

"Time." Lily said simply. "He wants to spend more time together."

"Well, this whole war thing is getting bigger," Izzy explained. "He just wants to get more time with you."

"I wish he'd be more of an optimist." Lily groaned, tying up her sneakers.

"On the plus side, more fighting, more trauma," Izzy grinned.

"Cold, harsh woman."

"True that." Izzy nodded.

Izzy re-tied her hair up quickly, staring at her red sneakers when she saw a very familiar pair of neon green Doc Martens walk through the door. So she looked up and saw the very familiar Anna-Lee grinning widely at her. "Izzy Flynn," The bright cheery girl exclaimed, gathering Izzy in a hug.

"You're coming to be a Healer too?" Izzy asked, laughing.

"Yeah," Anna-Lee grinned. "I'm your resident."

"I thought you worked in a bar," Lily said, almost snobbishly

"To put myself through school," Anna-Lee said with dignity. "What's up with you? Evans, right? With that guy James yet?"

"Yes, in fact," Lily answered.

Anna-Lee smiled. "Well then. Let's get started."

Other interns gathered around as one also very familiar blonde skank tumbled through the door. "Sorry!" Marlene McKinnon cried, grabbing the last pair of blue scrubs off the bench.

Anna-Lee raised her eyebrows. "Quite okay."

Izzy scowled and her and Lily shared a look. "Just like Hogwarts but small scale." Lily observed sourly.

"Shall we go on a tour?" Anna-Lee said to all the nervous looking interns.

X0X0

James was gesticulating wildly with his hands as Sirius hurried to catch up with him as they entered the doors to the Ministry. "She wants me to chuck it out!" James repeated forcefully.

"I understand that," Sirius said yet again, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Chuck it out!" James repeated, nearly hitting Sirius in the face.

"You don't even go for the Harpies!" Sirius was as worked up as James. "I mean, dude."

"Okay," James admitted defeat. "It's not just about the T-shirt."

"You don't say." Sirius' eyes widened.

"I just. We're both working now, and this … war, it just, I need more time with her. We spend the first seven years wasting time, and now we need more."

Sirius clapped him on the back. "I know what you mean."

"We need more time." James said quietly as they stepped into the elevator.

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