A/N: Thank you, thank you a thousand times to Ignominia for her
encouragement of my work in this story. She encouraged at a point when I
really need it, and I just want to dedicate this chapter to her, since she
likes this fic. Thanks!!
On with the obligatories, Harry Potter still does not belong to me. Remus & Dell feature this chapter with Lyria. Enjoy!!
Lyria got pretty difficult to live with after that. She wasn't really sleeping, and she didn't really eat much. She just seemed to stop caring. It was as if she wasn't really there.
I guess it was two weeks later that she was late coming home. At first, there was no cause for concern; so, she was a bit late. No need to worry. But by the time she was three or four hours late, I decided it was time to worry.
She was carried in a few minutes later by her friend, the Remus fellow, who was closely followed by another friend who I knew simply as Dell. As soon as he dropped her onto the bed, I could see she was hurt badly. She seemed to be bleeding from the head and had been hit by not a few hexes, and that arm had to be broken. She simply lay there motionless, in the same position Remus had dropped her in. Like a corpse.
Like the corpses she'd described to me at the scene of Sirius' crime, as best she could through the tears.
Dell tried something to help, but it seemed to be very little use.
"Go get Fletcher, he doesn't live too far away," Dell ordered, looking worried. Remus ran out. "Lyri? Lyri, can you hear me?"
"Wha—what—" She began.
"Shh!" Dell ordered. "Don't die on us, okay? Fletcher's coming..."
"Don't bother," Lyria croaked. "Just don't bother..."
Fletcher stormed through the door and ran to assist, and I wandered off, not wanting to look. 'Don't bother,' she'd said. Now that frightened me... why not? Because she felt she as good as dead?
Or was part of her dead already?
Damn that biker!
Dell stayed all night, and when she had to leave for work the next morning, Remus came over to stay with her.
"Feeling any better?" he asked.
"Physically, maybe," she said quietly.
"It's not worth this much worry, Lyria. Yes, you loved him, and I know you still do. But..." it seemed to hurt him to say this, "He's not worth your time and energy. And he's certainly not worth your life."
"So everyone tells me." Came the nearly inaudible reply.
There was a long pause before Remus broke the silence. "Lyria, are you pregnant?"
She burst into sobs.
Remus let her cry for a bit. "You've got to pull yourself together here. There's a new little person counting on you, and plenty of others as well. You can't be falling apart over him, Lyri."
It sounded so harsh at the time, but it was exactly what she needed. She composed herself. "You're right."
Nothing more was said of Sirius Black in the flat for a very long time.
On with the obligatories, Harry Potter still does not belong to me. Remus & Dell feature this chapter with Lyria. Enjoy!!
Lyria got pretty difficult to live with after that. She wasn't really sleeping, and she didn't really eat much. She just seemed to stop caring. It was as if she wasn't really there.
I guess it was two weeks later that she was late coming home. At first, there was no cause for concern; so, she was a bit late. No need to worry. But by the time she was three or four hours late, I decided it was time to worry.
She was carried in a few minutes later by her friend, the Remus fellow, who was closely followed by another friend who I knew simply as Dell. As soon as he dropped her onto the bed, I could see she was hurt badly. She seemed to be bleeding from the head and had been hit by not a few hexes, and that arm had to be broken. She simply lay there motionless, in the same position Remus had dropped her in. Like a corpse.
Like the corpses she'd described to me at the scene of Sirius' crime, as best she could through the tears.
Dell tried something to help, but it seemed to be very little use.
"Go get Fletcher, he doesn't live too far away," Dell ordered, looking worried. Remus ran out. "Lyri? Lyri, can you hear me?"
"Wha—what—" She began.
"Shh!" Dell ordered. "Don't die on us, okay? Fletcher's coming..."
"Don't bother," Lyria croaked. "Just don't bother..."
Fletcher stormed through the door and ran to assist, and I wandered off, not wanting to look. 'Don't bother,' she'd said. Now that frightened me... why not? Because she felt she as good as dead?
Or was part of her dead already?
Damn that biker!
Dell stayed all night, and when she had to leave for work the next morning, Remus came over to stay with her.
"Feeling any better?" he asked.
"Physically, maybe," she said quietly.
"It's not worth this much worry, Lyria. Yes, you loved him, and I know you still do. But..." it seemed to hurt him to say this, "He's not worth your time and energy. And he's certainly not worth your life."
"So everyone tells me." Came the nearly inaudible reply.
There was a long pause before Remus broke the silence. "Lyria, are you pregnant?"
She burst into sobs.
Remus let her cry for a bit. "You've got to pull yourself together here. There's a new little person counting on you, and plenty of others as well. You can't be falling apart over him, Lyri."
It sounded so harsh at the time, but it was exactly what she needed. She composed herself. "You're right."
Nothing more was said of Sirius Black in the flat for a very long time.