Chapter 14

George looked up as a tall red-headed doctor entered wearing dark blue scrubs and more noticeably, a smile on her lips. He stood to greet her, searching her face for the root of her happiness.

"Mr Weasley I presume?" she asked, to which he replied with a curt nod. "The surgery went well, your wife had ruptured an artery in her uterus – it's common but could have been dangerous. The baby was becoming distressed from the trauma so we had to perform an emergency c-section to remove her and find the source of the bleed. Everyone is fine and resting in their room, I can take you there now."

George let out a sigh of relief and shook the woman's hand, before turning to Harry, Ginny and Arthur who all returned the look of satisfaction that he had. He followed the doctor to the recovery room, as she began to explain the at-home care Angelina would need to undergo. Just as they left, Molly began to stir out of her unconscious state. Arthur woke her further and informed her about the good news. Molly shed happy tears as they got up to find their new grandchild.

Harry looked at Ginny and smiled, "that was a bit intense, eh Gin?"

"Wouldn't be a proper Weasley birth if it wasn't," she laughed. "Fred and George themselves were quite the delivery, so I'm told. Mum said that..." she was interrupted as she saw an incoming trauma patient flash past her and a recognizable blonde-haired man soaked in blood paused as they carted his companion through to an operating theatre.

"Draco?"

...

Larissa woke with a strange feeling; pain. She could not remember the last time she felt this much pain all over her body and as she was roused further, she could feel the cold floor underneath her on the bare skin of her back. She blinked a few time staring at the ceiling and the cracks of her ribs repairing themselves shot like bullets through the silence. As she sat up, a gash across her abdomen promptly sealed itself and she got a better look at the chaos surrounding her.

Two bodies lay on the floor at her feet. Sirius was lying in a pool of his own blood – fresh wounds spilling more out by the second. Larissa leapt to this side, "Sirius? Sirius wake up! Oh fuck, Sirius please" she pleaded holding his chest.

Severus woke an immediately pointed his wand at her. She looked up with bloody tears streaming down her face. "Severus, are you alright?"

"Get away from him" he replied, staring at the defeated woman holding her dying brother. His clothed were tattered and there was blood dripping from a head wound he could not feel anymore. The anger emanating through those four short words caused Larissa's dead heart to sink, as she asked, "did I do this?"

"Just get away."

"Please Severus, I can heal him – and you – just trust me." Her fangs popped out and pierced her wrist before Severus could retort. She held her wrist to Sirius' mouth and let the fresh blood drip down his throat. A few moments passed before he began to cough and sputter. His eyes opened to see Larissa holding his head on her lap and looking paler than she usually did. He felt his wounds repairing and once he was strong enough, he sat up and embraced his sister.

"Lamb chop, sweetie it's okay, it was all an accident, please don't cry," he whispered into her hair. She sobbed further into his shoulder before remembering that Severus needed to be healed as well. He was sitting propped up against a couch, his wand still firmly gripped in his hand.

"Sev, let her heal you. I know it doesn't sound tasty, but her blood..."

"Don't come near me," he spouted, a trail of blood escaping his mouth. He touched his wand to his torso and magically repaired his internal injuries, never breaking eye contact with Larissa. After he felt like the damage control was done, he relaxed and fell asleep still holding onto the wand; refusing to relinquish his only means of defence should she decide to attack again.

Larissa's heart was broken; he did not even want her to touch him, if even to save his life - the way he looked at her with such disgust and fear made her want to disappear. Sirius wiped her face clean and asked, "Do you feel okay? Did you want me to get your pills? I could call Kreacher and let you eat him instead."

She laughed at the thought of torturing him, then made a face at how vile his blood must taste. "Sirius, can you make Severus stay unconscious for a few minutes?" she asked. "I mean so that he won't be able to hear or feel anything?"

"Sure, but why?"

"Just do it please," she said, getting up and crawling to where he was sitting. She bit the wound on her arm open again and let her blood drip down his throat as she had before. There was no emotion shown on her face, although there was an immense feeling of guilt and sadness burrowing deep inside her lifeless corpse. After she saw his head wound start to close, she lifted her arm from his mouth and got up, not uttering a word to Sirius, who's heart broke at the sight of his crushed sister. When she had left the room, he lifted Severus onto the couch and made him comfortable; he understood not to tell a soul what she did for him.