AN: Wow, proper short fic, innit blud? Ahem. A drabble, perhaps? Or is it too long to be a drabble? Ah well, whatever it is… it's here. Please read it. And review. :D Also, apologies for the shitty title, I had an actual mind blank and it was the best I could come up with.
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K, at whose feet I prostrate myself.
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Sirius's heart stops the moment he sees James stumbling towards him, Remus in his arms. Covered in blood.
Sirius wants to shake James, scream at him, but then he realizes James probably just saved Remus's life, so he settles for helping James lay Remus down and stanching the blood flow and saying "What happened what happened what HAPPENED?"
"Out of the way," says Lily from behind him, and she sounds so calm that for a moment Sirius hates her, because this is Remus hurt, really hurt, and where the fuck does calm belong in a situation where Remus is hurt?
But then she starts muttering and waving her wand over the gashes covering Remus, and Sirius remembers she wants to be a Healer when this blasted war is over, and he loves her more than he ever hated her. As she whispers the spells and charms that will magic his Moony whole again, they HAVE to make him better, she is ashen-faced. James strokes Remus's forehead, tears rolling down his face, and Sirius clasps Remus's hand and whispers "Pleasebeokaymakehimokaypleasepleaseplease."
And Remus is okay, and they laugh about it later when he is snuggled up safe on the sofa and James and Lily and Peter and Sirius are around him, encircling him, protecting him.
But Sirius can't help but wonder how much more they can all take, and if any of them are going to make it out of this war alive.
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