As you might have noticed I had a few problems with the layout. On the site
it always looked totally different then in Words. Right now I'm
experimenting with it, so it might take a while until it looks the way it
should. I hope you still take the time to have a look at this:
Thanks to all reviewers, I was so happy when I checked my mailbox a week ago!
kat: Thanks, yes I will!
Jet-10: You're right, it's stupid formulated. Thank you for noticing!
Heather: Thank you! Yeah, I'll try.
Sylvia0: * blushes * Thanks, I'm really trying hard. Well, I thought of it as strong friendship, but I don't really care how you interpret it. I'll think about it, but I won't tell you more! (
A.Dee: * blushes even more * You think so? Oh, well, thanks for reviewing. As for Sirius: I don't have the feeling he'll be.
Dani0: I'm sure I won't stop, if so many people keep reviewing! Thanks for your review, too!
Nightmare
Sirius awoke from the nightmare, a cry tearing from his throat. His chest was heaving and cold sweat was running down his skin. Willing the images away he wrapped the discarded covers around himself and curled into ball. Resting his head on his knees he tried to calm his racing mind. It had just been a nightmare, nothing more. Just pictures and memories his brain had conjured up in the fever. Everything was ok.
"Sirius?" His head snapped up. Looking around he saw the figure leaning against the doorframe. Remus. Now he was sure everything was alright. Moony was there. He smiled, relieved to see his friend, his presence comforting him. "Was it a nightmare?" Sirius nodded. "Yeah, but I'm ok. I thought I was back in Azkaban, but I feel fine." He saw the shadow nod. "Good. Very good." He was still standing at the door, robe hanging down his thin shoulders, face hidden by the shadows. Sirius frowned at the cold voice his friend was using. And he still didn't seem to want to come nearer. Nor did he intent to leave.
Sirius started to feel uncomfortable. The darkness suddenly bothered him. He'd never heard Remus speak in such an icy voice before. He sat up further, his eyes never leaving the werewolf's face. "Um...and you? Do you feel alright?"
This time his friend made a step forwards. "I'm feeling great, why?" His voice grew deeper somehow and he heard him inhale loudly. Sirius found himself edging away slightly. The breathing got louder and the room seemed to become colder with every step Remus took forward. The Animagus still couldn't see his face, it was hidden by shadows. He felt panic creep up inside him. Remus came nearer. He was speaking slowly, the rattling sound now unmistakeably.
"But you don't look fine, Sirius. You're deathly pale." No emotion was shown in his voice. "You think a kiss would take care of that?" The figure extended its arm and laid a hand on Sirius shoulder. Freezing cold shot through his body and he looked up sharply.
In the face of a Dementor. He screamed but no sound came out. He desperately tried to get away, but the icy grip of the Dementor held him steady. "Do think it would help? Do you Sirius? Sirius?" He closed his eyes, fighting to get away, heart pounding in his ears, panic wrenching an agonized scream from his sore throat.
"Sirius?! Sirius!!!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Remus shook him for all he was worth. "Sirius, wake up, it's a nightmare! Padfoot, hey!!" He slapped him hard across the face. Sirius choked, the pain stirring him back to reality. His eyes flew open, his hands gripping Remus' wrists so tight it hurt. The Animagus' breath hitched and he started coughing. Remus led him lean against his shoulder until the fit passed and he could breath again. Carefully the werewolf peeled the hands of his wrists and began to stroke them. "Shh, calm down. You were having a nightmare." Sirius stared at him with fever bright eyes, fearful and confused. His lunges were burning. He was trembling, shaken from both shock and cold. Remus gently laid the blanket over his shoulders and pulled him in a hug.
Stroking the dark, sweat damp hair and rubbing Sirius' back he murmured reassuring words to the Animagus. "It's alright I'm here. There're no Dementors, Padfoot, don't worry. It was just a nightmare, you're safe. I won't let them take you back. Shh, it's ok." Sirius breath returned to normal, but he was still warm with fever, Remus noticed. Wetting the cloth he pressed it to Sirius' forehead to cool him down.
The Animagus slowly awoke out of his shock-like state. He was breathing deeply now, chest heaving with the effort. "Moony?", he croaked, trying to swallow the dry lump in his throat. "I'm here, Sirius, everything's fine. Do you feel better?" Sirius nodded weakly. "Good. Here.", he said, holding a water glass to his lips. He gulped the cool liquid down hurriedly. "Hey, hey, slowly now! You'll choke on it, be careful." Setting the glass back on the table he sat against the headboard, so Sirius could lean against his chest. He pulled the covers up to the Animagus' shoulders.
"How do you feel Padfoot? You look deathly pale." Remus felt his friend tense up at his words. "Hey, what is it? You ok?!" Sirius was taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. "It was the dream, right?", Remus answered for him, sounding sadly. "Yeah...I-I saw you there and you w-were saying e- exactly the same. And then y-you became a-a Dementor and..." He inhaled deeply again, shaking slightly. Remus nodded silently and hugged him closer.
He reached to the bedside table and filled the contents of a small flask into the water glass and held it to Sirius' lips to drink. "'m not thirsty anymore.", he muttered groggily. "It's Dreamless Sleep Potion.", Remus said quietly. There was a moment of silence. "Thanks Moony." Without talking further Sirius swallowed the potion and settled down at his friends chest. Sleep overcame him the next moment.
A/N: Why am I always doing this to him? Poor Siri, he's my most favorite character after all.
Thanks to all reviewers, I was so happy when I checked my mailbox a week ago!
kat: Thanks, yes I will!
Jet-10: You're right, it's stupid formulated. Thank you for noticing!
Heather: Thank you! Yeah, I'll try.
Sylvia0: * blushes * Thanks, I'm really trying hard. Well, I thought of it as strong friendship, but I don't really care how you interpret it. I'll think about it, but I won't tell you more! (
A.Dee: * blushes even more * You think so? Oh, well, thanks for reviewing. As for Sirius: I don't have the feeling he'll be.
Dani0: I'm sure I won't stop, if so many people keep reviewing! Thanks for your review, too!
Nightmare
Sirius awoke from the nightmare, a cry tearing from his throat. His chest was heaving and cold sweat was running down his skin. Willing the images away he wrapped the discarded covers around himself and curled into ball. Resting his head on his knees he tried to calm his racing mind. It had just been a nightmare, nothing more. Just pictures and memories his brain had conjured up in the fever. Everything was ok.
"Sirius?" His head snapped up. Looking around he saw the figure leaning against the doorframe. Remus. Now he was sure everything was alright. Moony was there. He smiled, relieved to see his friend, his presence comforting him. "Was it a nightmare?" Sirius nodded. "Yeah, but I'm ok. I thought I was back in Azkaban, but I feel fine." He saw the shadow nod. "Good. Very good." He was still standing at the door, robe hanging down his thin shoulders, face hidden by the shadows. Sirius frowned at the cold voice his friend was using. And he still didn't seem to want to come nearer. Nor did he intent to leave.
Sirius started to feel uncomfortable. The darkness suddenly bothered him. He'd never heard Remus speak in such an icy voice before. He sat up further, his eyes never leaving the werewolf's face. "Um...and you? Do you feel alright?"
This time his friend made a step forwards. "I'm feeling great, why?" His voice grew deeper somehow and he heard him inhale loudly. Sirius found himself edging away slightly. The breathing got louder and the room seemed to become colder with every step Remus took forward. The Animagus still couldn't see his face, it was hidden by shadows. He felt panic creep up inside him. Remus came nearer. He was speaking slowly, the rattling sound now unmistakeably.
"But you don't look fine, Sirius. You're deathly pale." No emotion was shown in his voice. "You think a kiss would take care of that?" The figure extended its arm and laid a hand on Sirius shoulder. Freezing cold shot through his body and he looked up sharply.
In the face of a Dementor. He screamed but no sound came out. He desperately tried to get away, but the icy grip of the Dementor held him steady. "Do think it would help? Do you Sirius? Sirius?" He closed his eyes, fighting to get away, heart pounding in his ears, panic wrenching an agonized scream from his sore throat.
"Sirius?! Sirius!!!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Remus shook him for all he was worth. "Sirius, wake up, it's a nightmare! Padfoot, hey!!" He slapped him hard across the face. Sirius choked, the pain stirring him back to reality. His eyes flew open, his hands gripping Remus' wrists so tight it hurt. The Animagus' breath hitched and he started coughing. Remus led him lean against his shoulder until the fit passed and he could breath again. Carefully the werewolf peeled the hands of his wrists and began to stroke them. "Shh, calm down. You were having a nightmare." Sirius stared at him with fever bright eyes, fearful and confused. His lunges were burning. He was trembling, shaken from both shock and cold. Remus gently laid the blanket over his shoulders and pulled him in a hug.
Stroking the dark, sweat damp hair and rubbing Sirius' back he murmured reassuring words to the Animagus. "It's alright I'm here. There're no Dementors, Padfoot, don't worry. It was just a nightmare, you're safe. I won't let them take you back. Shh, it's ok." Sirius breath returned to normal, but he was still warm with fever, Remus noticed. Wetting the cloth he pressed it to Sirius' forehead to cool him down.
The Animagus slowly awoke out of his shock-like state. He was breathing deeply now, chest heaving with the effort. "Moony?", he croaked, trying to swallow the dry lump in his throat. "I'm here, Sirius, everything's fine. Do you feel better?" Sirius nodded weakly. "Good. Here.", he said, holding a water glass to his lips. He gulped the cool liquid down hurriedly. "Hey, hey, slowly now! You'll choke on it, be careful." Setting the glass back on the table he sat against the headboard, so Sirius could lean against his chest. He pulled the covers up to the Animagus' shoulders.
"How do you feel Padfoot? You look deathly pale." Remus felt his friend tense up at his words. "Hey, what is it? You ok?!" Sirius was taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. "It was the dream, right?", Remus answered for him, sounding sadly. "Yeah...I-I saw you there and you w-were saying e- exactly the same. And then y-you became a-a Dementor and..." He inhaled deeply again, shaking slightly. Remus nodded silently and hugged him closer.
He reached to the bedside table and filled the contents of a small flask into the water glass and held it to Sirius' lips to drink. "'m not thirsty anymore.", he muttered groggily. "It's Dreamless Sleep Potion.", Remus said quietly. There was a moment of silence. "Thanks Moony." Without talking further Sirius swallowed the potion and settled down at his friends chest. Sleep overcame him the next moment.
A/N: Why am I always doing this to him? Poor Siri, he's my most favorite character after all.