Authors note: well here's chapter 12. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR does.
Chapter 12
Sirius stared at the doctor without blinking. Harry, in a coma?
"What do you mean in a comma?" Arthur said frustrated.
The doctor sighed and said, " when we were fixing his wounds, he stopped breathing. It took us a while to get him to breathe again, but it was too late, he slipped into a comma. We don't know when is he going to wake up, it might be tomorrow or it might be. never." There was pity in his eyes as he looked at the tired group.
"Can we go and see him?" said Sirius in a hoarse voice.
The man in white gazed at the group.
"I don't mean to be rude, but the lad is in intensive care. No offence meant but you might have. er. germs on you," the man said trying to pick the right words to express himself. He was talking to them as if they were stupid.
Sirius was piercing holes into the mans eyes by his glare. He doesn't have time for this. He opened his mouth to snap at the man but was cut by Dumbledore.
" You are right, doctor. We shall be leaving immediately, though we will be back in an hour. Will that be alright?" The headmaster said politely.
The doctor looked at the clock on the opposite wall and said, " Yes, that will be fine. One of you may stay here through the night."
"Thank you!" said Dumbledore curtly extending his hand.
"By the way, if you were to come here and need anything please call for a doctor Wallaby, that's me," the man said shaking Dumbledores hand. By the tome of his voice you could guess that he said that sentence many times before.
"Of course," the headmaster said.
The man nodded and left to the nurse handing her the papers in his hands.
"An hour?!" said Sirius boiling with anger. He wanted to see Harry and he wanted to see him NOW!
"Yes, an hour Mr. Black. That hardheadedness will get you no where Sirius, so I suggest you stay calm," said the headmaster with a little impatience.
Despite himself Remus smiled behind his hand. This brought some marauders memories.
Sirius was glaring at him. Remus bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling. It didn't help.
" You're going to pay for that," Sirius said in a whisper as he and Remus walked followed the group outside.
A few moments later they were inside the leaky cauldron. There weren't too many people inside there so it was easy to go unnoticed except by Tom.
"Good evening, professor Dumbledore," he said cheerfully.
Sirius quietly placed the hood over his head.
"Good evening, Tom. May we use your fireplace and a little floo powder?" Dumbledore asked nicely.
"Off course, sir. My fireplace is your fireplace," Said Tom grinning.
"Thank you, Tom." Said the Headmaster heading towards the large fireplace.
As the fire grew green, Dumbledore stepped in and cried out in a clear voice, "Hogwarts; Headmasters office!" and disappeared.
Sirius sighed, he hated this way of travel.
After the twirling and twisting ended Sirius landed dizzily on the rug inside Dumbledores office.
Only Mrs. Weasly and Professor McGonigal were there.
"I suggest you clean yourselves, you have one hour of sleep then we will be off to see Harry," Dumbledore said to the group.
"I will explain later," he added to Mrs. Weasly and McGonigal. They nodded their acceptance.
Sirius wasn't sleepy but he couldn't complain right now, the others were tired and he had no right to disturb them.
Turning around they went towards the infirmary, Ron and Hermione went to the Gryffindor tower.
After charming himself clean, Sirius sat on the edge of the bed, and starred out the window.
Remus was watching him. The man needed sleep, he decided. Snape was on the other side of the room clearing some things. Remus walked towards him carefully.
"Severus, may I ask a favor?" Remus said in a low voice.
The potion master arched his eyebrow at the man in front of him.
Remus took that as a yes and said, "Would you please Stupify, Sirius?"
By now both his eyebrows were raised. The look said that he thought lupin has gone completely crackers by now, but who was he to miss a chance to do that to Black.
"Er. very well," he said retrieving him composure.
Snape walked slowly towards his archenemy and raised his wand.
"Stupify!" He said in a stern voice.
Sirius flopped onto the mattress with a dull thud.
"Thank you!" said Remus looking at Snape in the eye. Snape grunted in response. Lupin owed him big time.
Turning around Remus went to his bed and lay down carefully, his body aching terribly.
Sirius is going to be so pissed off when he wakes up, but he needs his rest, Remus thought.
After gazing at the ceiling for about five minutes he fell into the comfortable darkness.
Doctor Wallaby sat at his office signing some official papers. He hated this dull work, nevertheless; it was better than being all tensed up in the patient's rooms.
One interesting case was the boy. The memory of his condition made the man shudder. He left out some things from his family. If you can call them that.
Strange, what kind of story is that? A street gang? They said that the police caught them, but wouldn't they at least bring him in an ambulance, surely.
Shaking his head the doctor thought, why dwell on this now, Ill call the police tomorrow.
Sighing he dropped the pen from his fingers and lay back, groaning as he stretched his arms.
Such a long day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR does.
Chapter 12
Sirius stared at the doctor without blinking. Harry, in a coma?
"What do you mean in a comma?" Arthur said frustrated.
The doctor sighed and said, " when we were fixing his wounds, he stopped breathing. It took us a while to get him to breathe again, but it was too late, he slipped into a comma. We don't know when is he going to wake up, it might be tomorrow or it might be. never." There was pity in his eyes as he looked at the tired group.
"Can we go and see him?" said Sirius in a hoarse voice.
The man in white gazed at the group.
"I don't mean to be rude, but the lad is in intensive care. No offence meant but you might have. er. germs on you," the man said trying to pick the right words to express himself. He was talking to them as if they were stupid.
Sirius was piercing holes into the mans eyes by his glare. He doesn't have time for this. He opened his mouth to snap at the man but was cut by Dumbledore.
" You are right, doctor. We shall be leaving immediately, though we will be back in an hour. Will that be alright?" The headmaster said politely.
The doctor looked at the clock on the opposite wall and said, " Yes, that will be fine. One of you may stay here through the night."
"Thank you!" said Dumbledore curtly extending his hand.
"By the way, if you were to come here and need anything please call for a doctor Wallaby, that's me," the man said shaking Dumbledores hand. By the tome of his voice you could guess that he said that sentence many times before.
"Of course," the headmaster said.
The man nodded and left to the nurse handing her the papers in his hands.
"An hour?!" said Sirius boiling with anger. He wanted to see Harry and he wanted to see him NOW!
"Yes, an hour Mr. Black. That hardheadedness will get you no where Sirius, so I suggest you stay calm," said the headmaster with a little impatience.
Despite himself Remus smiled behind his hand. This brought some marauders memories.
Sirius was glaring at him. Remus bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling. It didn't help.
" You're going to pay for that," Sirius said in a whisper as he and Remus walked followed the group outside.
A few moments later they were inside the leaky cauldron. There weren't too many people inside there so it was easy to go unnoticed except by Tom.
"Good evening, professor Dumbledore," he said cheerfully.
Sirius quietly placed the hood over his head.
"Good evening, Tom. May we use your fireplace and a little floo powder?" Dumbledore asked nicely.
"Off course, sir. My fireplace is your fireplace," Said Tom grinning.
"Thank you, Tom." Said the Headmaster heading towards the large fireplace.
As the fire grew green, Dumbledore stepped in and cried out in a clear voice, "Hogwarts; Headmasters office!" and disappeared.
Sirius sighed, he hated this way of travel.
After the twirling and twisting ended Sirius landed dizzily on the rug inside Dumbledores office.
Only Mrs. Weasly and Professor McGonigal were there.
"I suggest you clean yourselves, you have one hour of sleep then we will be off to see Harry," Dumbledore said to the group.
"I will explain later," he added to Mrs. Weasly and McGonigal. They nodded their acceptance.
Sirius wasn't sleepy but he couldn't complain right now, the others were tired and he had no right to disturb them.
Turning around they went towards the infirmary, Ron and Hermione went to the Gryffindor tower.
After charming himself clean, Sirius sat on the edge of the bed, and starred out the window.
Remus was watching him. The man needed sleep, he decided. Snape was on the other side of the room clearing some things. Remus walked towards him carefully.
"Severus, may I ask a favor?" Remus said in a low voice.
The potion master arched his eyebrow at the man in front of him.
Remus took that as a yes and said, "Would you please Stupify, Sirius?"
By now both his eyebrows were raised. The look said that he thought lupin has gone completely crackers by now, but who was he to miss a chance to do that to Black.
"Er. very well," he said retrieving him composure.
Snape walked slowly towards his archenemy and raised his wand.
"Stupify!" He said in a stern voice.
Sirius flopped onto the mattress with a dull thud.
"Thank you!" said Remus looking at Snape in the eye. Snape grunted in response. Lupin owed him big time.
Turning around Remus went to his bed and lay down carefully, his body aching terribly.
Sirius is going to be so pissed off when he wakes up, but he needs his rest, Remus thought.
After gazing at the ceiling for about five minutes he fell into the comfortable darkness.
Doctor Wallaby sat at his office signing some official papers. He hated this dull work, nevertheless; it was better than being all tensed up in the patient's rooms.
One interesting case was the boy. The memory of his condition made the man shudder. He left out some things from his family. If you can call them that.
Strange, what kind of story is that? A street gang? They said that the police caught them, but wouldn't they at least bring him in an ambulance, surely.
Shaking his head the doctor thought, why dwell on this now, Ill call the police tomorrow.
Sighing he dropped the pen from his fingers and lay back, groaning as he stretched his arms.
Such a long day.