A/N: this chapter takes place before the first two.
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Riri had been working at St. Mungo's for three weeks when she was assigned perhaps the most cutest wonderfullest bestest best patient there ever was.
by the name of Sirius Black.....
who cared if he was a mass-murderer? who cared if he had longer-than- necessary hair? who cared if the Minister said (in an extremely doubtful tone of voice) that he was innocent?
THIS GUY WAS CUTE!!
and best of all..... SINGLE!! MUAHA!
Riri was quick in making sure that she was his only caretaker.
.....which really wasn't too hard, as the rest of the female healers were scared sick of Sirius (but why? HE'S HOTT!) and so were, for that matter, the male healers. (more for Riri!)
discovering this, Riri was all too happy to stay at Black's bedside twenty- four-seven, in case somebody came in with thoughts of finishing him off.
The sad things were, (1) all these people kept on coming in to see him (a werewolf, an old man with a long beard, a large assortment of other men, a little girl, another littler girl, some black-haired boy with a weirdo-scar on his forehead, some little boy with freckles, some woman that probably didn't know the difference between a rock and a lipstick tube, and thensome...), (2) this weird Pigeon had been sitting at the window staring at Sirius for an uncannily large amount of time and (3) Black hadn't woken from his coma.
But with a week's nurturing from Riri, he finally stirred somewhat and opened his eyes which were dark (and soooooooo pretty!) and confused. (soooooooo cute!)
the first living thing he saw was a dying plant on his bedside table. the second thing was the pigeon outside the window on the ledge, which seemed to be frozen where it was, and the third thing was Riri, who pounced the moment she was certain he was aware of her.
"HIYA! mah name's Riri, but you, mah dear, cn call meh Honey! oh, i do hope ya don' mind if i call ya daddy whilst ya spank meh?"
Sirius Black, the poor dear, closed his eyes and promptly passed out again.
WHYYYYY?! ?! ?! ?! ?! hmm.... perhaps Riri had been too dazzling for his poor coma-wakened brain to compute. yeah, that must have been it.
the next time he woke up (three days of non-stop visitations later), Riri made sure to be much more softer in her accommodations.
"WEEEEELCOME to the FUTUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE!" She cried, bouncing onto the foot of his bed and waving her arms around.
this time he didn't pass out. chalk one up for Riri! but he did stare at her and say, in a croaky voice,
"Who the hell are you?"
Riri dropped her arms and looked up at the ceiling, thinking this question over. not coming up with a response as witty as she would have liked (first impressions are lasting impressions!) she settled for: "WEEEEELCOME to the FUTUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE!" whilst waving her arms around and widening her eyes for emphasis.
again, he stared at her.
"Where's Harry?" he asked finally.
"Who?" Harry? OH NO! was he not single? did he have a girlfriend named Harry?! NNOOOOOO!! RIRI COULD NOT ALLOW THIIIIS!! "Oh, her! Harry, yeah, um... well, she said that she didn't like you anymore, and that you, um, weren't cute!" what an insult.
Once more, Black simply stared at her. it was a long, hard, unblinking stare, like he was attempting to read her mind.
and failing, of course, as her mind was quite empty.
"Harry Potter," he said, slowly, as though speaking to a rather dimwitted child.
"Yeah, her!" Riri said, dropping her arms, which she had still been waving. "She doesn't like you anymore!" this guy didn't catch a hint. hmm.... must remember for future reference....
"Where am i?" he said after a moment of more staring.
"St. Mungos! and i am your caretaker!" abruptly, a thrilling thought occurred to Riri. "AND it's time for your sponge bath!" (usually a simple cleaning spell was used, as other patients in the room were female)
"No," he said quite firmly, and Riri toppled to the floor in a heap. she'd been about to hop down from his bed, and his abrupt and firm and hoarse order had stopped her, but it was rather impossible to stop whilst halfway in the air, she ended up on the floor.
this place needed an anti-gravity spell, dammit!!
"Why not?" Riri asked, scrambling about and trying to get to her feet. when she did, she fell backwards again as she had just run into him. "Hey, you! get back in bed, you aren't supposed to be standing!" not that she was complaining of course, as he was rather shirtless. hmm.... a bit thin. WAY too thin. and pale.
a vacation in Hawaii ought to fix that.....
"HEY! get back here! hey, waita second, where are you going? HEEEEY!" another note for future reference: Sirius Black is a very fast walker.
the other patients looked up, interested, as he passed to the door.
Riri scrambled to her feet again and shot out the door after him, wand in hand, and caught up to him halfway down the hall. pointing her wand directly at his chest, she looked up at him (he had stopped, and turned out to be two and a half heads taller than her) and said:
"You get back to bed mister! right NOW, i say!"
ONCE AGAIN, Riri received a long hard stare.
"I'm going to find my godson," he said, apparently louder then he had intended. he must have either ceased using his voice for a while, or had laryngitis.
anyroad, it just so happened that two healers had come from the tearoom, chatting and holding cups of coffee (which crashed to the ground when they saw who was in the hall).
less than a minute later, Sirius Black was back in bed, and being tended to by a very chatty Riri (who had promised to contact some guys called Harley Pooter and Dumd-dee-door to get him to hold still).
however, Sirius just stared out the window silently. or maybe he was staring at the pigeon, who stared right back. either way, he completely ignored Riri until the door opened and some visitors came in.
.
Riri had been working at St. Mungo's for three weeks when she was assigned perhaps the most cutest wonderfullest bestest best patient there ever was.
by the name of Sirius Black.....
who cared if he was a mass-murderer? who cared if he had longer-than- necessary hair? who cared if the Minister said (in an extremely doubtful tone of voice) that he was innocent?
THIS GUY WAS CUTE!!
and best of all..... SINGLE!! MUAHA!
Riri was quick in making sure that she was his only caretaker.
.....which really wasn't too hard, as the rest of the female healers were scared sick of Sirius (but why? HE'S HOTT!) and so were, for that matter, the male healers. (more for Riri!)
discovering this, Riri was all too happy to stay at Black's bedside twenty- four-seven, in case somebody came in with thoughts of finishing him off.
The sad things were, (1) all these people kept on coming in to see him (a werewolf, an old man with a long beard, a large assortment of other men, a little girl, another littler girl, some black-haired boy with a weirdo-scar on his forehead, some little boy with freckles, some woman that probably didn't know the difference between a rock and a lipstick tube, and thensome...), (2) this weird Pigeon had been sitting at the window staring at Sirius for an uncannily large amount of time and (3) Black hadn't woken from his coma.
But with a week's nurturing from Riri, he finally stirred somewhat and opened his eyes which were dark (and soooooooo pretty!) and confused. (soooooooo cute!)
the first living thing he saw was a dying plant on his bedside table. the second thing was the pigeon outside the window on the ledge, which seemed to be frozen where it was, and the third thing was Riri, who pounced the moment she was certain he was aware of her.
"HIYA! mah name's Riri, but you, mah dear, cn call meh Honey! oh, i do hope ya don' mind if i call ya daddy whilst ya spank meh?"
Sirius Black, the poor dear, closed his eyes and promptly passed out again.
WHYYYYY?! ?! ?! ?! ?! hmm.... perhaps Riri had been too dazzling for his poor coma-wakened brain to compute. yeah, that must have been it.
the next time he woke up (three days of non-stop visitations later), Riri made sure to be much more softer in her accommodations.
"WEEEEELCOME to the FUTUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE!" She cried, bouncing onto the foot of his bed and waving her arms around.
this time he didn't pass out. chalk one up for Riri! but he did stare at her and say, in a croaky voice,
"Who the hell are you?"
Riri dropped her arms and looked up at the ceiling, thinking this question over. not coming up with a response as witty as she would have liked (first impressions are lasting impressions!) she settled for: "WEEEEELCOME to the FUTUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE!" whilst waving her arms around and widening her eyes for emphasis.
again, he stared at her.
"Where's Harry?" he asked finally.
"Who?" Harry? OH NO! was he not single? did he have a girlfriend named Harry?! NNOOOOOO!! RIRI COULD NOT ALLOW THIIIIS!! "Oh, her! Harry, yeah, um... well, she said that she didn't like you anymore, and that you, um, weren't cute!" what an insult.
Once more, Black simply stared at her. it was a long, hard, unblinking stare, like he was attempting to read her mind.
and failing, of course, as her mind was quite empty.
"Harry Potter," he said, slowly, as though speaking to a rather dimwitted child.
"Yeah, her!" Riri said, dropping her arms, which she had still been waving. "She doesn't like you anymore!" this guy didn't catch a hint. hmm.... must remember for future reference....
"Where am i?" he said after a moment of more staring.
"St. Mungos! and i am your caretaker!" abruptly, a thrilling thought occurred to Riri. "AND it's time for your sponge bath!" (usually a simple cleaning spell was used, as other patients in the room were female)
"No," he said quite firmly, and Riri toppled to the floor in a heap. she'd been about to hop down from his bed, and his abrupt and firm and hoarse order had stopped her, but it was rather impossible to stop whilst halfway in the air, she ended up on the floor.
this place needed an anti-gravity spell, dammit!!
"Why not?" Riri asked, scrambling about and trying to get to her feet. when she did, she fell backwards again as she had just run into him. "Hey, you! get back in bed, you aren't supposed to be standing!" not that she was complaining of course, as he was rather shirtless. hmm.... a bit thin. WAY too thin. and pale.
a vacation in Hawaii ought to fix that.....
"HEY! get back here! hey, waita second, where are you going? HEEEEY!" another note for future reference: Sirius Black is a very fast walker.
the other patients looked up, interested, as he passed to the door.
Riri scrambled to her feet again and shot out the door after him, wand in hand, and caught up to him halfway down the hall. pointing her wand directly at his chest, she looked up at him (he had stopped, and turned out to be two and a half heads taller than her) and said:
"You get back to bed mister! right NOW, i say!"
ONCE AGAIN, Riri received a long hard stare.
"I'm going to find my godson," he said, apparently louder then he had intended. he must have either ceased using his voice for a while, or had laryngitis.
anyroad, it just so happened that two healers had come from the tearoom, chatting and holding cups of coffee (which crashed to the ground when they saw who was in the hall).
less than a minute later, Sirius Black was back in bed, and being tended to by a very chatty Riri (who had promised to contact some guys called Harley Pooter and Dumd-dee-door to get him to hold still).
however, Sirius just stared out the window silently. or maybe he was staring at the pigeon, who stared right back. either way, he completely ignored Riri until the door opened and some visitors came in.