Chapter 2
'Remus be a dear and give me a hand'.
'Of course Molly' he smiled only too happy to help. Together they put fresh sheets on to the ornately carved wooden four poster bed.
'Poor girl' muttered Molly as she worked.
'Hmm?' Remus murmured.
'Just last night she was on a call out, muggles, whole family murdered, she was first on the scene. And that Brollinger woman has been giving her a hard time, evening patrols, then normal day shifts'.
Remus listened intently.
'Not to mention she's still suffering from that splinch she got four nights ago when a deatheater grabbed her while dissapirating'.
Remus froze. 'What?'
Molly looked up at the man's now paler than usual face. 'Remus?'
'How badly?'
'Well, from what I know all the way down her right shoulder and arm, her wand arm. Didn't even bother to go to St. Mungos. You saw her hair didn't you? Poor girl.' She repeated.
How could he not have noticed how much she was suffering?
'That's it done now' Molly said smoothing out the sheets. 'Will you see that she's alright Remus? I'm away home now and I don't trust Sirius with such a delicate matter'.
He nodded. 'Always' he promised them both.