Sirius's Funeral: Part Two
"Remus, if you drink another Firewhisky without eating first I shall personally remove you from these premises..." Albus told him, smiling with that familiar twinkle in his eye.
"Duly noted." Remus said placidly, gulping down what was left of his fourth Firewhisky.
"Out with you then!" Albus announced, smiling widely and pointing to the door.
Remus tried to get up off his barstool and found that his legs were too weak to support him. He smiled at Albus widely. Nobody was watching them any more, nobody except Hermione.
"Miss Granger, will you assist me in throwing Remus out of this pub and into his room?" Albus asked pleasantly.
Hermione nodded and headed for Remus. He tried to get up again and had to lean on the bar to steady him.
***
Hermione and Albus worked together to get Remus to his room. He wasn't exactly drunk, he just couldn't walk very well. His mind was sound as ever, as he constantly asked his two assistants if they were okay supporting him. Little did he know that Albus had put a feather light charm on him before they left the function room. The night arrived early, as it had every day that had passed since the battle in the Department of Mysteries.
Hermione looked out of the dark window as she, Remus and Albus headed upstairs to Remus's room. They reached the door.
"I trust you can help Remus in Miss Granger?" Albus asked. "I fear that Harry may well occupy Remus's empty barstool if I do not return to speak with him..."
***
As Albus left, Remus ambled into his room with Hermione behind him. He pulled off his overcoat and threw it at the chair as he sat down on the bed. Hermione sat down next to him. She ran her hand through his ruffled brown-gray hair. He felt the warmth of her hand pass by his temples, seering with pain, and move on to his chin and come to rest on his shoulder.
"Ok?" She asked calmly.
He nodded, not looking up. She got up, kissed his forehead in a caring way, and left without a backward glance. Remus passed out shortly after.
***
Hermione decided against rejoining the party. Instead she headed to her own room and collapsed onto her bed. Many thoughts ran through her mind. Too many to count. Overwhelmed, she pulled off her funeral attire and snuggled up in bed, instantly falling asleep.
***
Harry gulped down a Firewhisky and slid the glass sneakily back to the barman to refill it for him. The barman passed the glass down the bar to Harry. However, as he was about to grasp it, another took it from him. Harry looked up into the smiling face of Dumbledore. He smiled drowsily.
"How many have you had, Harry?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Just the one." He replied.
"Ogden's Old, powerful stuff..." Dumbledore mused, examining the glass in the light of the lantern at his side. "You're drunk already..." He stated.
"Better than thinking straight, sir..." Harry told him. "I don't want to think straight... Not one bit, sir..."
Dumbledore nodded. "Hmmm..." He said. "You're about as well equipped to take your drink as your father was..."
Harry looked up. More pain. More memories he didn't have nor want to have to be told about.
"At his own wedding he got drunk as a skunk, with Sirius if I remember rightly..." Dumbledore smiled widely. Harry couldn't help but join him.
Harry hiccuped and headed from the bar to join Ron over in the corner.
***
Dumbledore watched him from the bar. He closed his eyes and thought of the tragedy all around him. He listed his closest and dearest friends:
*Roger and Lucy - Remus's parents - murdered by Voldemort
*Cara and Jacob - Remus's wife and first-born son - murdered by Voldemort
*Nicholas Flamel - old school friend - died due to Voldemort's greed
*James and Lily - Harry's parents - murdered by Voldemort
*Malcolm, Daniella and Marcus - Cara's parents and brother - murdered by Voldemort
*Sirius Black - Harry's godfather - murdered by Voldemort
"Dear, dear me.." He muttered. "I think I'd better have a Firewhisky myself..."
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"Remus, if you drink another Firewhisky without eating first I shall personally remove you from these premises..." Albus told him, smiling with that familiar twinkle in his eye.
"Duly noted." Remus said placidly, gulping down what was left of his fourth Firewhisky.
"Out with you then!" Albus announced, smiling widely and pointing to the door.
Remus tried to get up off his barstool and found that his legs were too weak to support him. He smiled at Albus widely. Nobody was watching them any more, nobody except Hermione.
"Miss Granger, will you assist me in throwing Remus out of this pub and into his room?" Albus asked pleasantly.
Hermione nodded and headed for Remus. He tried to get up again and had to lean on the bar to steady him.
***
Hermione and Albus worked together to get Remus to his room. He wasn't exactly drunk, he just couldn't walk very well. His mind was sound as ever, as he constantly asked his two assistants if they were okay supporting him. Little did he know that Albus had put a feather light charm on him before they left the function room. The night arrived early, as it had every day that had passed since the battle in the Department of Mysteries.
Hermione looked out of the dark window as she, Remus and Albus headed upstairs to Remus's room. They reached the door.
"I trust you can help Remus in Miss Granger?" Albus asked. "I fear that Harry may well occupy Remus's empty barstool if I do not return to speak with him..."
***
As Albus left, Remus ambled into his room with Hermione behind him. He pulled off his overcoat and threw it at the chair as he sat down on the bed. Hermione sat down next to him. She ran her hand through his ruffled brown-gray hair. He felt the warmth of her hand pass by his temples, seering with pain, and move on to his chin and come to rest on his shoulder.
"Ok?" She asked calmly.
He nodded, not looking up. She got up, kissed his forehead in a caring way, and left without a backward glance. Remus passed out shortly after.
***
Hermione decided against rejoining the party. Instead she headed to her own room and collapsed onto her bed. Many thoughts ran through her mind. Too many to count. Overwhelmed, she pulled off her funeral attire and snuggled up in bed, instantly falling asleep.
***
Harry gulped down a Firewhisky and slid the glass sneakily back to the barman to refill it for him. The barman passed the glass down the bar to Harry. However, as he was about to grasp it, another took it from him. Harry looked up into the smiling face of Dumbledore. He smiled drowsily.
"How many have you had, Harry?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Just the one." He replied.
"Ogden's Old, powerful stuff..." Dumbledore mused, examining the glass in the light of the lantern at his side. "You're drunk already..." He stated.
"Better than thinking straight, sir..." Harry told him. "I don't want to think straight... Not one bit, sir..."
Dumbledore nodded. "Hmmm..." He said. "You're about as well equipped to take your drink as your father was..."
Harry looked up. More pain. More memories he didn't have nor want to have to be told about.
"At his own wedding he got drunk as a skunk, with Sirius if I remember rightly..." Dumbledore smiled widely. Harry couldn't help but join him.
Harry hiccuped and headed from the bar to join Ron over in the corner.
***
Dumbledore watched him from the bar. He closed his eyes and thought of the tragedy all around him. He listed his closest and dearest friends:
*Roger and Lucy - Remus's parents - murdered by Voldemort
*Cara and Jacob - Remus's wife and first-born son - murdered by Voldemort
*Nicholas Flamel - old school friend - died due to Voldemort's greed
*James and Lily - Harry's parents - murdered by Voldemort
*Malcolm, Daniella and Marcus - Cara's parents and brother - murdered by Voldemort
*Sirius Black - Harry's godfather - murdered by Voldemort
"Dear, dear me.." He muttered. "I think I'd better have a Firewhisky myself..."
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