I can't believe I forgot. Anyway, if anybody out there thought the
characters or situations belong to me: NOPE! Not mine at all. Everything
property of J.K.Rowling.
naughtynat: Thanks for reviewing, I'll hurry to go on, promise. (Sorry I erased your review, but it was really encouraging, please keep reviewing!)
kat: Thanks, I'll try! (Did you ever read "Im Westen nichts Neues" by E.M.Remarque?)
Now enjoy the next chapter:
Hope
Remus was pacing the room restlessly. He was in the body of the wolf, but thanks to the Wolfsbane-potion Severus had made for him he had kept his mind. And was worrying himself sick. He knew that Sirius could take care of himself, but he still wondered, if it had been clever to let him go to that mission alone. What if something happened? If Sirius needed help? The wolf stopped pacing and flopped down to the ground. Ears flat he sighted and laid his head on his frontpaws. Sirius would be back soon. At the least he would come back in the morning, knowing that his friend worried for him.
Sirius had been reluctant to leave his Remus on a fullmoon himself, but Dumbledore had been right. This was a rare chance and they couldn't afford to miss it. And with the potion Remus would be fine, both of them knew that. Remus also knew how much Sirius had craved a chance alike. Now or never.
Slowly he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and he vagualy remembered what happened before he lost consciousness. He was still lying on the white forestground. The Stunnig-spell had seemingly not hitten him with full force and was wearing of quickly. But were had Wormtail and Avery gone? He blinked and tried to sit up. Searing pain shot through him radiating in his rihgt leg. He whimperd and sank back.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Sirius looked up in panic. They were still searching for him. Fuck! Holy fuck, why now?! "I think it came from over there." That was Avery. "Stop thinking, you already messed up enough!" "Who let himself be catched by him, huh? We wouldn't be in that mess if you weren't such an idiot!" The voices were drawing nearer. Sirius pressed himself to the ground and tried to ignore the pain throbbed in his hindquater. "We should search down there" he heard Pettigrew say. "Yeah and chase another squirrel for half an hour through the snow! Forget him, he probably appareted away." "But..." "Stop it, we're going back!" "..."
The argueing went quiter and two soft pops told Sirius they were gone. Or so he hoped. Just remember last time, he thougt grudgingly as he tried to stand up again. Finally on his feet he began his long way home.
Moony looked out of the window. The great silver orb was hidden by heavy clouds and swirling snow, but he knew it was setting. He shivered at the thought of being out there, even with his thick fur to protect him from the cold. I just hope Sirius is alright. He should be back by now. Remus tried to distract himself but found it hard with each passing hour.
Sirius fought to stay awake. He knew that falling uncoscious in the snow would proof fatal. But trotting through the white mass was tiring and the wound was drawing all his strengh. The cold had already bitten through his coat and his sensitive nose was frozen. Keep going, just keep going, you're nearly there.
He could see the sky reddening in the east, the sun would sun be up. It'll be warm soon, just keep going, he told himself.
Remus groaned and sat up. The transformation hadn't been too painfull, the potion had tended it somewhat, but it still took quite some strength out of him. Rubbing his eyes he stood up and stumbled in his bedroom to get a few clothes and got dressed. The sun had already risen and was now shining in the grey sky. Heavy clouds were gathering in the nord. It would be snowing soon. "Sirius?" he called, still hoping to find his friend asleep on the couch, snoring softly. "Sirius?" Remus tried again. No answer. Fuck! So he was still out there. And probably in trouble. He knew that Sirius would't stay away that long without letting his friend know. He had to find him. God alone knew what a mess he might be in. threwing on his heavy cloak he went out to search.
The big black dog was barely moving. Padfoot was lying in the snow, desperatly trying to get up. "You can't stay here you idiot, you'll freeze to death! Get on your feet and move on!", he mentally screamed at himself, but his body wouln't cooperate. The throbbing pain from his leg was now spreading through his whole body and the cold begann to paralyze him.
Something stung at his nose suddenly. Again. And again. Looking up at the dark grey sky he saw the little white flakes swirling down on him. Great.
"Just get up and keep walking, you can't give up now! Get up, please!", the voice in his head begged. "Get a grip on yourself, you're nearly home! Come on!" Sirius tried to haul himself to his feet again but failed miserably. His vision started to blurr and clouded over. The pain became even worse. Wasn't the snow supposed to numb him enough so he wouldn't feel it? His thoughts started to drift away. He vagualy heard the voice calling out for him. His own mind pleading him wouln't help, he knew. And then he remembered nothing.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw the black shape lying in the snow. Remus rushed forward. "Sirius! Sirius can you hear me?!" He fell to his knees beside him, shocked by the sight before him. Sirius seemed to be unconscious. Or so he hoped. His black fur was frozen and clung to his thin body. The right hind leg was broken. A piece of bone was sticking out and the wound was bathed in blood. How he managed to walk like that was beyond Remus.
He quickly took of his cloak and carefully wraped Sirius in it. Lifting him up he craddled the Animagus to his chest and appareted home.
naughtynat: Thanks for reviewing, I'll hurry to go on, promise. (Sorry I erased your review, but it was really encouraging, please keep reviewing!)
kat: Thanks, I'll try! (Did you ever read "Im Westen nichts Neues" by E.M.Remarque?)
Now enjoy the next chapter:
Hope
Remus was pacing the room restlessly. He was in the body of the wolf, but thanks to the Wolfsbane-potion Severus had made for him he had kept his mind. And was worrying himself sick. He knew that Sirius could take care of himself, but he still wondered, if it had been clever to let him go to that mission alone. What if something happened? If Sirius needed help? The wolf stopped pacing and flopped down to the ground. Ears flat he sighted and laid his head on his frontpaws. Sirius would be back soon. At the least he would come back in the morning, knowing that his friend worried for him.
Sirius had been reluctant to leave his Remus on a fullmoon himself, but Dumbledore had been right. This was a rare chance and they couldn't afford to miss it. And with the potion Remus would be fine, both of them knew that. Remus also knew how much Sirius had craved a chance alike. Now or never.
Slowly he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and he vagualy remembered what happened before he lost consciousness. He was still lying on the white forestground. The Stunnig-spell had seemingly not hitten him with full force and was wearing of quickly. But were had Wormtail and Avery gone? He blinked and tried to sit up. Searing pain shot through him radiating in his rihgt leg. He whimperd and sank back.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Sirius looked up in panic. They were still searching for him. Fuck! Holy fuck, why now?! "I think it came from over there." That was Avery. "Stop thinking, you already messed up enough!" "Who let himself be catched by him, huh? We wouldn't be in that mess if you weren't such an idiot!" The voices were drawing nearer. Sirius pressed himself to the ground and tried to ignore the pain throbbed in his hindquater. "We should search down there" he heard Pettigrew say. "Yeah and chase another squirrel for half an hour through the snow! Forget him, he probably appareted away." "But..." "Stop it, we're going back!" "..."
The argueing went quiter and two soft pops told Sirius they were gone. Or so he hoped. Just remember last time, he thougt grudgingly as he tried to stand up again. Finally on his feet he began his long way home.
Moony looked out of the window. The great silver orb was hidden by heavy clouds and swirling snow, but he knew it was setting. He shivered at the thought of being out there, even with his thick fur to protect him from the cold. I just hope Sirius is alright. He should be back by now. Remus tried to distract himself but found it hard with each passing hour.
Sirius fought to stay awake. He knew that falling uncoscious in the snow would proof fatal. But trotting through the white mass was tiring and the wound was drawing all his strengh. The cold had already bitten through his coat and his sensitive nose was frozen. Keep going, just keep going, you're nearly there.
He could see the sky reddening in the east, the sun would sun be up. It'll be warm soon, just keep going, he told himself.
Remus groaned and sat up. The transformation hadn't been too painfull, the potion had tended it somewhat, but it still took quite some strength out of him. Rubbing his eyes he stood up and stumbled in his bedroom to get a few clothes and got dressed. The sun had already risen and was now shining in the grey sky. Heavy clouds were gathering in the nord. It would be snowing soon. "Sirius?" he called, still hoping to find his friend asleep on the couch, snoring softly. "Sirius?" Remus tried again. No answer. Fuck! So he was still out there. And probably in trouble. He knew that Sirius would't stay away that long without letting his friend know. He had to find him. God alone knew what a mess he might be in. threwing on his heavy cloak he went out to search.
The big black dog was barely moving. Padfoot was lying in the snow, desperatly trying to get up. "You can't stay here you idiot, you'll freeze to death! Get on your feet and move on!", he mentally screamed at himself, but his body wouln't cooperate. The throbbing pain from his leg was now spreading through his whole body and the cold begann to paralyze him.
Something stung at his nose suddenly. Again. And again. Looking up at the dark grey sky he saw the little white flakes swirling down on him. Great.
"Just get up and keep walking, you can't give up now! Get up, please!", the voice in his head begged. "Get a grip on yourself, you're nearly home! Come on!" Sirius tried to haul himself to his feet again but failed miserably. His vision started to blurr and clouded over. The pain became even worse. Wasn't the snow supposed to numb him enough so he wouldn't feel it? His thoughts started to drift away. He vagualy heard the voice calling out for him. His own mind pleading him wouln't help, he knew. And then he remembered nothing.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw the black shape lying in the snow. Remus rushed forward. "Sirius! Sirius can you hear me?!" He fell to his knees beside him, shocked by the sight before him. Sirius seemed to be unconscious. Or so he hoped. His black fur was frozen and clung to his thin body. The right hind leg was broken. A piece of bone was sticking out and the wound was bathed in blood. How he managed to walk like that was beyond Remus.
He quickly took of his cloak and carefully wraped Sirius in it. Lifting him up he craddled the Animagus to his chest and appareted home.