Chapter Eight
James POV
James burst into the room even with Madam Pomfrey trying to hold him back from witnessing what she had just seen. When he pushes himself past her and into the room all he sees is a mangled body that looks like his friend Sirius. He quickly looks up when he hears a growling from across the room, and comes locked in a gaze with the amber eyes of a werewolf.
"Oh my..." James whispered softly in shock. He started to back off slowly as the animal kept its eyes locked on him as if he was next. When he grabbed the edge of the door it creaked ever so slightly, which made the werewolf lunge towards a defenseless James. Dumbledore swiftly put himself between the student and the creature. He abruptly and quietly threw a spell at it and it then fell to the ground completely unconsious. After the headmaster checked to make sure everything was safe, he turned around and glanced at James solemnly and waved his hand at Professor Slughorn and Madam Pomfrey for them to do what was needed of them.
"Do you understand what that was," Dumbledore questioned while delicately pointing towards the creature. "And do you know why he is in the castle?" James was staring at the creature almost as if he was in a trance.
'Wait, did the headmaster just call that MONSTER a HE?' James thought to himself in shock. Pulling himself out of the trance-like state he had previously been in, then he turned to the aging wizard.
"I know what that creature is, that is a werewolf, we learned about them in our third year in defense against the dark arts, headmaster," James said while trailing off slightly at the end of his statement. Dumbledore looked at him with an understanding look in his eyes. He then motioned for James to finish what he had to say.
"Why did you call that monster a he, headmaster?" He asked his elder, whom was looking over his half moon spectacles. The headmaster looked at his student for a few moments waiting to see if he would understand what was happening. He took a breath like he was going to explain to the boy what was going on, when Madam Pomfrey interrupted their little chat.
"Headmaster, the boy will need to be taken to the hospital wing I have done all I can here for now," She let him know with haste. He went in and picked up the boy and looked towards Professor Slughorn and told him, "Professor if you would stay here and work on a potion to help the boy." All the professor did was nervously nod towards him while not taking his eyes away from his work.
"Mr. Potter we will be taking Mr. Black to the hospital wing, but he will need to be left alone for his healing process. So please go on with your days as normal as you can until we give you word on how your friends are doing," Dumbledore said very caringly to the young lad knowing he would be worried no matter what. He walked off and left James there thinking about what he had to do.
'I guess I will just try to wait and see what happens with Sirius, I am still wondering about what happened to Remus though. But with the headmaster and Madam Pomfrey looking after Sirius, he most definitely will recover from all of the attack I believe,' James thought to himself while he was walking off towards the Gryffindor common room.
Sirius POV
Sirius jolted from his sleep to find himself not in his bed in the Gryffindor boys domitory, but instead he looked around to see the hospital wing encompass him. He tried to lift himself up to sit in the bed, but found it was difficult for him. Pulling bck the sheets he saw all the bandages covering his body and discovered that his right arm was in a sling. He then looked out the haunting windows to see a very slim moon that barely cast any light into the wing.
"Mr. Black how do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked from the front of the hospital wing. She came over to him as fast and graceful as she always did while handling a tray with some sort of drink on it and a glass. Sirius watched her from the bed since he did not have the energy or the balance to get up into a sitting position. She came over to him, set down the tray on his bedside table and helped him sit up as best as she could and brought some more pillows to help him stay sitting up. She gave him the drink and tilted it to where he could finish the drink.
"How long have I been unconsious, Madam Pomfrey?" Sirius questioned with a bitter look on his face from drinking the medicine. She took the glass from him and looked down towards the bed he was laying in, put the glass back on the bedside table.
"You have been unconsious for two weeks," She stated with sorrow in her voice, never once taking her eyes from the bed. Starting to fidget with the covers, she finally looked up at the student and opened her mouth like she was going to say something when the hospital wing doors opened and slammed shut. He turned his eyes towards the door and he saw none other than the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, waltzing towards him. Reaching where the student lay in the cot of the room, he quickly whispered to Madam Pomfrey and then waved her to exit the room.
"Do you remember why you are here, Mr. Black?" Dumbledore asked while looking over his glasses at the child whom was trying to understand what had happened to him two weeks ago. He looked up at his headmaster and tried his best to shake his head, while unknowingly having a hint of sadness in his eyes. His elder let out a sigh while sadly shaking his head in disbelief at what was going on with his student.
"You are here because of Madam Pomfrey and I," He paused while searching the lads eyes for any hint of what had happened to return to him. Without seeing what he had hoped would spark the young ones memory back he continued, "We stopped you from being killed by a werewolf, my dear boy."
As soon as the headmaster finished his sentence, all of Sirius' memories flooded back to him on what had happened that night. From the way he felt going to see how Remus was doing and all of his worry turning into pity for his love. And the moment he walked into the room until the moment he blacked out while looking into the eyes of what his love had turned into. He then looked at Dumbledore with a very serious and solemn look on his face.
"Remus is a werewolf," Sirius stated and then went on. "I have to see him, and I have to show him how I can support him and help him know he's not alone in this."
"Well that makes me very happy to know from you Mr. Black. You will however have to wait for a little while longer, so you can fully heal." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face. Sirius fell back asleep with a smile on his face knowing soon he would help the love of his life.
A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me so very long to update this. I have been having problems since my creative muse has not been around much. But I am updating this and I hope you guys like it please let me know how you feel about what has happened in this chapter and where the next one should end.
