Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 26
"What could possibly be taking the doctors so long?" Harry asked. Remus Lupin sighed tiredly.
"Harry, please calm down," he consoled. "We're all exhausted, and we all want nothing more than to see Sirius alive, and we will, so just be patient," Harry shut his eyes tightly. Remus was right. It was a hard night, and he just wanted to go back to Hogwarts and sleep, but he couldn't until he knew that Sirius would live.
The door opened and Ron and Hermione walked in frantically. "Harry," Hermione breathed in relief. She and Ron had pale, drawn faces. "How are you doing?" Harry stared at her as if she were insane.
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked her. "HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?" Hermione backed off meekly.
"Did you get anything on Sirius yet?" Ron asked, running his hand through his shock of red hair. Harry shook his head. "Don't worry," Ron said, placing a sympathetic hand on Harry's shoulder. "Before you know it Sirius will be—oh here's the doctor!"
A young woman with black hair graying at the sides walked up to them. "Mr. Potter?"
"Yes?" Harry asked nervously. Remus and Dumbledore stood up.
"I'm Dr. Peters. We've run several tests on the victims, and we have some bad news," she said.
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Parvati Patil giggled as she found another mysterious letter under her pillow. This was so great. Her secret admirer was getting more intense. And she liked it. It was such a switch from her dull, boring boyfriend, Terry Boot.
I wonder how he'll react to this if he found out, she wondered. She briefly toyed with the idea of not wanting a secret admirer, but then she decided that she shouldn't be so guilty. Terry was nice, of course, but that was it. He was just nice. She was a young woman. She had needs and wants. She shouldn't just be tied down to one boring man.
We should be able to date anyone we want, she told herself. How else was she to know who was to end up with? Does this mean I'm breaking up with Terry? She wondered. No, she decided. So what if she wanted to date two boys? There was nothing wrong with that. She turned on the radio on her nightstand. With no electronics allowed, her stuff had to run on magic instead. She put in her favorite CD inside. The latest from Britney Spears, Britney. She hummed along the first song, I'm A Slave 4 U.
* * *
"What are you talking about?" Remus asked. The doctor sighed.
"I'm afraid that only one of the victims survived," Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus and Dumbledore held their breaths.
"Who was it?" Hermione whispered.
"It was—" Dr. Peters started, but was interrupted.
"Dr. Peters to the Emergency Room, please. Dr. Peters to the Emergency Room,"
"It was?" Ron urged impatiently.
"Sirius Black is the survivor," All five of them let out their breaths. Remus tensed up again.
"Oh no," he moaned. "Is Alana—" Dr. Peters nodded.
"I'm afraid so," she said gravely. "We did everything we could. For a second, it seemed that we might have been to able to save her, but then—" she didn't finish her sentence, but Harry knew what she meant. "Keep in mind, Sirius in very bad shape right now. He has cuts and bruises all over, and maybe even amnesia, or be in a coma,"
"Can we see him?" Hermione ventured.
"Well…" Dr. Peters bit her lip uncertainly. "I'm sorry, but only Harry may do so," Harry nodded and went to the room Sirius was in.
A/N: Sorry, this is such a short fic, but I promise I'll make it up to you guys.