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~ for Sophia Jane Marie ~

"You paid Mac a visit?" Guerrero was leaning in the doorframe of Junior's kitchen and looked as if he couldn't care less.

"I'm fine", Junior replied curtly.

"So you visited our favorite back alley quack for a routine check up?"

Less than a week ago Junior had, with a breakneck move, caught a bullet in his leg that had been meant for Guerrero's forehead. Retrieving it hadn't been a problem, but Guerrero was worried about side effects such as a staph infection.

Junior sighed. Guerrero wouldn't let go of this. He got up, motioned him to follow with a wave of his hand and led him into the living-room.

On a blanket in front of the fireplace lay a cat. A plain tabby with square markings around its eyes. It was wearing an Elizabethan collar and a bandage around its waist region.

"Mac's not only a back alley quack for humans, he's also a regular vet." Wincing, Junior crouched down by the cat's side and checked its breathing. "He said it'll be a battle uphill. The wounds were very deep, as if she picked a fight with a mountain lion or something." As Junior got up again, he visibly stifled a groan.

"You should be lying down yourself, dude." Guerrero nodded at the couch. Mac had strongly advised Junior not to move the leg too much.

"She needs her medicine", Junior protested.

"I can do that. You lay down and tell me what to do."

It spoke volumes of Junior's state of health that he obeyed without talking back. Under his watchful eyes Guerrero removed the cat's bandage, cleaned the wound, disinfected it thoroughly and applied a fresh bandage. Every couple of hours she needed medicine, water, food, fresh litter or all of it together.

Junior would have never allowed Guerrero to nurse him – he could take a bullet wound, piece of cake! – but since he was already there because of the cat it was okay that Guerrero brought him food and something to drink and helped him change his bandages, too.

Minerva McGonagall was sick for almost two weeks. She was so weak, transforming back into human form was out of question. She had a lot of time to think while the Muggles took care of her. About You-Know-Who, of course. The Order of the Phoenix. Albus.

But she also listened to the Muggles' conversation. It wasn't too difficult to figure out what they were and Minerva was shocked. This man, the one called Junior, he had fished her out of a filthy river, despite being hurt himself. He had paid a rather high amount of money for her treatment. The other one – Guerrero – he took care of both of them for days, lacking sleeping and rejecting a highly paid job offer.

They saved the life of a stray cat and took care of each other like brothers.

And at the same time they were both assassins? Murderers? How could that be?

The night she finally felt ready to transform again and get back to her people for another round with You-Know-Who, she was torn. These two, there was so much more to them… so much potential… maybe with a helping hand? But her own world was aflame, she couldn't stop and take a time-out to help two Muggles, she just couldn't.

"Hope somebody else finds you", she whispered before she disapparated.

When Junior woke up in the morning, the stray was gone.

"You could get yourself a new one from the shelter", Guerrero suggested, but Junior declined. He was travelling too much. And besides that he was more a dog-type of person anyway.

A dog…

Maybe one day, after retirement or something, when he was hiding away in some Caribbean home with a nice lady friend, he'd have the time.