DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
Siri. You're curled up on the couch by the dieing fire reading a book. Its been two months. Two months since I got you. Took you from those damned Ministry rats. I hate them! Everyone else is asleep. I was, but I woke up again and went to check on you and found you're bed empty. I know you don't sleep sometimes, so Iw ent down here to find you. And I did.
You're still pale, you always have been. But you've gained a bit of color from playing Quidditch with Harry, so you're not WHITE anymore. You're still thin. I don't press you to eat boatloads. I just make sure you eat everyday and you eat enough to appease me. That sounds so selvish. I don't want to be selvish, Paddy, I just want you okay.
'Pads?' I ask softly and you look up at me. I smile. You're eyes are relativly clear so I know it wasn't a nightmare; perhaps you just wanted to read. And no one will stop you. Lily tried to, once. Its only because she loves you. I nearly murdered her. I told her I'd be in hell before anyone ever stopped you from having exaclty what you wanted again.
'Hullo, Prongsie. Did I wake you up?' You asked curiously. I smile and sit by you, and you put your head in my lap.
'No, Siri, I just woke up and you wern't in your room.'
'Got bored.' You say, nestling your head against my thigh. I run my fingers hrough your hair and sigh.
'Paddy?' I ask, and you set your book down and look up with such innocent blue eyes.
'Yeah?'
'I promise I'll never leave you again.' I say, choking slightly. You start to talk, but I silence you. 'I promise, I'll always be here this time. I'll never let you get hurt again. No one will *EVER* hurt you. Ever. I swear...you're my best friend, Siri. You know that, don't you? You. Are. My. Best. Friend.' I pull you up and you curl into my side. 'I won't let those damned Ministry pigs hurt you. Ever. You and Remus will never feel pain ever again.'
'I know.' You say quietly, and theres an odd feeling against my side. I realize your crying and I wrap my arms tightly around you, pulling you into my lap. Your press your head into the joint between shoulder and neck and cry. 'Jamie, Jamie, I don't wanna get hurt anymore.'
'You won't.' I say, but I say it with someone. Remus is by the couch, eyes ablaze.
'Siri, Prongs won't let anyone hurt you and I swear niether will I. You got hurt too much.' He sits by us and I smile softly. He rubs your back, not trying to drawl you from my shoulder. Remus knows you too well. He knows me too well. I trust him like I trust you, and I know you feel the same. You sniffle and I can't help burst into laughter.
You look up like I just shot you and I frown. 'Sirius, wasn't laughing at you. Never laugh at you.' I say, and pull you back. 'It tickled.' You giggle and press your face farther into my neck. That was your second favorite spot to curl up with your face in when we were young and apparently you still like it. Remus keeps rubbing your neck until your limp against my side and breathing lightly.
'Hes asleep.' Remus whispers. I nod and he smiles. 'Prongs, we're still best friends...right?'
'YOUR BLOODY RIGHT WE ARE!'
You wake up with a jump and claw into the flesh of my shoulder. Lily trimmed your finger nails so they didn't cut into your palm when you clenched your fists, and so it doesn't hurt very much but it hurts both me and Remus to see you so terrified.
'Ppppprongs.' You stutter against my neck. 'M-mmmmoony.'
'Shhh, shh. We're right here.' Remus whispers as he begins massaging your neck. You cry into my shoulder for about fifteen minutes then look up.
^Thank you two...^
-Shut up-
^I-I'm sorry!^
-Paddy I was kidding!-
You snuggle against my side and contently close your eyes. Remus smiles and I stand up, holding you. At the movement your eyes fly open and you claw against my shoulder.
^Prongs Prongs Prongs Prongs please don't leave Prongs Prongs-^
/I'm not. I'm picking you up./
^Moony coming?^
/Yes/
-Thanks for asking-
/Moony are you coming?/
-Yes.-
/Great. Come on, Siri, calm down./
^Don't wanna die.^
/You won't. Calm down. Come on, Paddy, I'm just taking you to your room./
I get you to stop clawing and carry you up to the room. Remus follows, holding a jar of cookies you like. Their oatmeal with cream feeling. He coaxes you into eating one and then you drift off to sleep. I stay there the rest of the night, with Remus at my side, watching you sleep.
END
Siri. You're curled up on the couch by the dieing fire reading a book. Its been two months. Two months since I got you. Took you from those damned Ministry rats. I hate them! Everyone else is asleep. I was, but I woke up again and went to check on you and found you're bed empty. I know you don't sleep sometimes, so Iw ent down here to find you. And I did.
You're still pale, you always have been. But you've gained a bit of color from playing Quidditch with Harry, so you're not WHITE anymore. You're still thin. I don't press you to eat boatloads. I just make sure you eat everyday and you eat enough to appease me. That sounds so selvish. I don't want to be selvish, Paddy, I just want you okay.
'Pads?' I ask softly and you look up at me. I smile. You're eyes are relativly clear so I know it wasn't a nightmare; perhaps you just wanted to read. And no one will stop you. Lily tried to, once. Its only because she loves you. I nearly murdered her. I told her I'd be in hell before anyone ever stopped you from having exaclty what you wanted again.
'Hullo, Prongsie. Did I wake you up?' You asked curiously. I smile and sit by you, and you put your head in my lap.
'No, Siri, I just woke up and you wern't in your room.'
'Got bored.' You say, nestling your head against my thigh. I run my fingers hrough your hair and sigh.
'Paddy?' I ask, and you set your book down and look up with such innocent blue eyes.
'Yeah?'
'I promise I'll never leave you again.' I say, choking slightly. You start to talk, but I silence you. 'I promise, I'll always be here this time. I'll never let you get hurt again. No one will *EVER* hurt you. Ever. I swear...you're my best friend, Siri. You know that, don't you? You. Are. My. Best. Friend.' I pull you up and you curl into my side. 'I won't let those damned Ministry pigs hurt you. Ever. You and Remus will never feel pain ever again.'
'I know.' You say quietly, and theres an odd feeling against my side. I realize your crying and I wrap my arms tightly around you, pulling you into my lap. Your press your head into the joint between shoulder and neck and cry. 'Jamie, Jamie, I don't wanna get hurt anymore.'
'You won't.' I say, but I say it with someone. Remus is by the couch, eyes ablaze.
'Siri, Prongs won't let anyone hurt you and I swear niether will I. You got hurt too much.' He sits by us and I smile softly. He rubs your back, not trying to drawl you from my shoulder. Remus knows you too well. He knows me too well. I trust him like I trust you, and I know you feel the same. You sniffle and I can't help burst into laughter.
You look up like I just shot you and I frown. 'Sirius, wasn't laughing at you. Never laugh at you.' I say, and pull you back. 'It tickled.' You giggle and press your face farther into my neck. That was your second favorite spot to curl up with your face in when we were young and apparently you still like it. Remus keeps rubbing your neck until your limp against my side and breathing lightly.
'Hes asleep.' Remus whispers. I nod and he smiles. 'Prongs, we're still best friends...right?'
'YOUR BLOODY RIGHT WE ARE!'
You wake up with a jump and claw into the flesh of my shoulder. Lily trimmed your finger nails so they didn't cut into your palm when you clenched your fists, and so it doesn't hurt very much but it hurts both me and Remus to see you so terrified.
'Ppppprongs.' You stutter against my neck. 'M-mmmmoony.'
'Shhh, shh. We're right here.' Remus whispers as he begins massaging your neck. You cry into my shoulder for about fifteen minutes then look up.
^Thank you two...^
-Shut up-
^I-I'm sorry!^
-Paddy I was kidding!-
You snuggle against my side and contently close your eyes. Remus smiles and I stand up, holding you. At the movement your eyes fly open and you claw against my shoulder.
^Prongs Prongs Prongs Prongs please don't leave Prongs Prongs-^
/I'm not. I'm picking you up./
^Moony coming?^
/Yes/
-Thanks for asking-
/Moony are you coming?/
-Yes.-
/Great. Come on, Siri, calm down./
^Don't wanna die.^
/You won't. Calm down. Come on, Paddy, I'm just taking you to your room./
I get you to stop clawing and carry you up to the room. Remus follows, holding a jar of cookies you like. Their oatmeal with cream feeling. He coaxes you into eating one and then you drift off to sleep. I stay there the rest of the night, with Remus at my side, watching you sleep.
END