Still Sirius's POV:

When I regained consciousness, I was in my own bed. I groggily wondered how I'd gotten there.

Peter squeaked in surprise as I sat up, and Luna got up from the windowseat and walked over to me.

"What the hell, Sirius?!"

She was crying. Why?

"I was talking to McGonagall about the essay she set us in her office and you suddenly showed up, unconscious. So we moved you here. Then you woke up and freaked out and fell back asleep. You were screaming something about the Cruciatus Curse."

"Wai-what?"

"Reg's funeral?"

"Oh. Shit."

"Pettigrew, shove off."

Luna gave me a look, then relented in light of recent events.

"Hey Pete, could you give us a second?"

He shrugged and walked away.

"Was it your mum?"

I nodded. They could get to me anywhere.

"No. You're safe here, okay? Who the hell do they think they are?!"
"The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black's only heirs?"

She groaned. "I swear to Merlin… Are you going to be okay, though?"

I shrugged.