Ahhh, again this took me too long to post. I'm having a bit of writer's block right now. Sorry guys. -_-
It ended up being a mix of both Sirius's and James's POV so yeah. Lol, thanks for being patient with me.
James's POV
I hated being in the forest by myself. I turned around quickly as a tree branch snapped behind me. Really hated it. I looked at the Marauders' Map, not that it would help me if it was an animal. Sirius was nowhere to be seen on the map either, and I had no clue how far he and Moony had tramped off last night.
I jumped again as a small mouse came into my field of vision. I swung my arm out trying to light up more than just the circle of ground I stood on.
"This is getting my nowhere. Do you know where he is?" I asked the mouse, who stopped what he was doing to watch me cautiously. "That makes two of us,"
"Accio Broom!" I cried, sending the mouse scuttling away as quickly as he could, the tip of his tail disappearing into a hole.
I stood nervously, wondering where on earth Sirius could be now. If he hadn't gone running off ahead of them, he might not have gotten lost. Or maybe this was one of his tricks, just to make sure I was his friend again, to make sure I cared enough to come looking. I seriously hoped that was all.
I could tell that wasn't it though. There was something really wrong. Moony had been acting really weird when he'd come back. He'd been in the shack before us, when normally it took all of our combined strength to get him to return inside.
I jumped violently as I heard something crashing through the trees. I turned to see my broom coming towards me, and felt like banging my head on the nearest tree for being so stupid.
I grabbed the handle, and swung my leg over, rising up into the air. This was going to be a long morning.
I fanned out over the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of anything remotely Sirius shaped. There were a number of problems with my search. 1) The trees were really thick, and I couldn't see through their branches. 2) I couldn't fly between the trees, because then it was too dark. 3) If I rose up too high, I risked being seen from the windows of the castle, so I had to fly really low over the trees, foot almost catching on a number of branches as I went. And 4) I had no clue if I was looking for Sirius, or Padfoot. Padfoot's fur would blend into the shadows, and I had a feeling if that was the case, I would never find him.
I touched the tip of my wand to my neck. "Sonorus," I mumbled, voice suddenly much louder than normal.
"Sirius!" I called, voice echoing over the trees. Birds fluttered out of nearby trees in distress. Even in Sirius could hear me though; would I be able to hear him? I doubted it. His voice would be muffled as it came through the branches, and I didn't have Moony's hearing. I didn't stand a chance.
As the sun climbed higher into the sky, I started losing hope. "Sirius!" I called again, starting to get desperate.
I heard something faint, so I hovered over the trees, staring down. "Sirius?" I called again, trying to see through the darkness the trees were creating.
"James!" The voice called back, magically enhanced. I thanked all the gods in the world then, diving down through the canopy of leaves.
Sirius's POV
Every bone, every muscle, every breath hurt. I couldn't bring myself to move. I knew if I found my wand, I could summon my broom and get back to the castle, but that had fallen out of my pocket sometime during the rolling. I wasn't sure if changing back halfway down the hill had been a good idea or not, but I had, and it was too late to fix it.
I was right now jarred against a tree, but I didn't want to move. Actually, I was pretty sure I couldn't. The forest moved and creaked around me, and I had no clue how far in we were when I fell, but I knew that it would take them long to find me, if they could at all.
I made a decision to sit up and take inventory of my injuries. I struggled into a sitting position, leaning against the tree that had stopped my progress from going any farther. I looked myself over, and saw that my leg was in an awkward position. I knew it was broken. Breathing hurt, so probably a few ribs, along with all the scratches and cuts I had. The left side of my face had been rubbed raw when I skidded to a stop, face scraping against the ground. Blood trickled down my neck and onto the white shirt of my school uniform, a mix of blood from the cut on my face, and the spot where I'd hit the back of my head on a rock.
I wasn't sure how I was going to get all this fixed. If I went to see Madame Pomfrey she'd ask questions. I rattled my brain for a solution, with nothing better to do anyway.
It occurred to me that I might really never see any of my friends again. It was a slim to none chanced that they actually found me, and even if they looked, would the find me or my body? The blood gushing from my head told me that I could very easily bleed to death, if nothing came and ate me first.
I shuddered, looking around warily at the dark shadows around me. Anything could be hiding in there.
I started to think about Remus, trying to get my thoughts away from the things hiding in the forest. I wondered what he was doing right now. I hoped he was still asleep, or that no one had told him I wasn't back. Then he wouldn't be worried. I hoped James would take care of him if I didn't make it.
I looked around, startled by a sudden noise. It sounded like James? Calling my name? I must be losing it. I sighed, but then I heard him again.
The worst that could happen is I wouldn't get an answer. "James!" I screamed as loud as I could, hoping to god I really wasn't hearing things.
"Sirius?!" James cried back.
I looked around, desperately searching for my wand. I could make my voice louder. I just had to find my wand. With all the sticks laying on the ground, it was going to be almost impossible, but then I saw my wand a few yards away.
Gathering all my strength, I leaned over and army crawled to where it was laying.
"Sonorus," I said gratefully.
"James!" I shouted, the last of my strength evaporating quickly.
I heard something over head and realized he must be on his broom. James burst through the canopy in a shower of twigs and leaves.
"Thank Merlin," James said, jumping off his broom before it even got low enough to the ground. He staggered, but ran over and kneeled next to me.
He looked me over, light shining from his wand. "God damn it Sirius," He swore angrily. "We have to get you to Madame Pomfrey. Now."
I shook my head furiously. "No, we can't. She'll ask all kinds of questions we won't be able to answer."
"We have no other choice Sirius," James replied forcefully, turning my head to the side so he could look at the raw side of my face.
"You heal me then James. You're good at healing charms," I said, looking back at him.
"For simple scratches, not broken limbs and deep cuts! I might make everything worse!" James said in exasperation.
I gave him a small smile. "I trust you James."
He shook his head. "No, we'll think of something on the way. We'll just tell her you… fell off your broom at practice."
I sighed. "Fine, let's just go. This place gives me the creeps."
James picked me up bridal style, and moved over to his broom. We flew back to the school quickly and silently. James had to keep one arm around my waist to keep me from falling off because I couldn't grip the broom with my legs.
He flew directly into the castle, and ignored Flitwick's shouts that followed behind us.
We flew down into the hospital wing, where Lily, Remus, and Peter were all talking in hushed voices.
Madame Pomfrey ran out to yell at us for the broom, but her complaints died in her throat when she saw me.
She stamped her foot, before running off to find the potions she needed. This was going to be a long day.
I hoped you liked it. I hope to update sooner than this one took, but school and writer's block is never a good mix. Thanks for reading. Please review. 3
