After my first attempt at being funny I thought it was time for some angst
again. Or at least a try at it. I think I made Sirius a bit too . . .
dunno, hysteric? Well, I hope you tell me what you think about it. And I
hope I'll manage to make a proper layout sometime.
kat: Thank you! Yeah, that's a good idea, I thought about something similar! I'll try to get some more "good-natured-main-character-torture" into it!
A.Dee: Thanks! Well, I tried to write the same thing from two points of view, but as usual the layout-thing didn't work with me. I'm so dumb! (Err . . . what does "rn" mean by the way?)
Sylvia: Thank you for reviewing! I really don't mind if you right that much, do you have any idea how good it feels to get that much feedback? Anyway, the "sitting-on-legs-and-still-being-able-to-move-thing" really was bad, I noticed when I reread the chapter after getting your review. For the other thing, I often feel that way in the mornings . . . but I'm abnormal anyway, so you're probably right. Thank you for reading that carefully!
mette: Oh, you think so? Just read this chapter and you probably won't think that way of me anymore. (Pity though! I'm such a nice person . . . )
Someone Reading: Yes, I like that kind of stories, too. (Even if I'm really fond of good slash *clears throat* ) Hmm . . . really? Good, I'll think of it in the future. Mind to tell me what I did wrong? I got the impression I really need a beta.
Now enjoy the next chapter (while I think up something good to happen next):
Owl Post
"Ow. That hurts." Clenching his teeth Sirius tried to suppress another whimper. "It wouldn't, if you were lying still." Remus sighted and went on cleaning the wound. Ok, maybe it would still hurt, but he would be done much quicker. As the potion stopped smoking, he put fresh bandages back on. The gash was closing rather quickly, a few more days and it would be as good as new.
"Done. Now lie still, I'll ." He stopped as a faint 'Buff!' could be heard downstairs. He got to his feet and went to see what had caused the noise. In the doorway he turned to Sirius, who tried to sit up and inspect his leg. "And you lie down and don't you dare to move until I'm back!" The Animagus didn't seem to listen and went on fingering the bandages. Remus sighted. "Pooh! Bad dog." Sirius looked at him with a frown, but before he could even start to argue with the werewolf , he was gone, calling "Sit! And stay!" over his shoulder. With a sigh he flopped back onto the mattress and crossed his arms over his chest.
*~*~*~*~*
With his wand drawn Remus carefully snuck around the corners and peered into the kitchen. The wards hadn't given alarm, so it wasn't very likely that a Death Eater was lurking behind his refrigerator. Still, you never know.
But to his relief there weren't any Death Eaters or Dark Overlords hiding in his cupboards. As he peeked out of the window, he saw Bright, his tawny owl, sprawled on the ground, hooting softly. Obviously he had tried to fly through the closed window. Again. Remus shook his head and levitated the bird onto the kitchen table. There was a letter tied to his right foot and Remus recognised the loopy handwriting as Dumbledore's.
He took the letter and laid the owl onto his cage. He read the letter as he went back to the bedroom.
Remus, I need you to come to Hogwarts immediately. There has been another attack. Phillia and Thomas Wood were killed two days ago, their son Oliver was not at home; he is at Hogwarts at the moment. The other Order members will be here, too. You can use the Floo Network to come here. Dumbledore PS: I hope Sirius is doing well.
As he entered the room Sirius' head shoot up and he looked at him expectantly, obviously wanting to make a remark about the "Bad dog."- comment, but the grave expression on his friends face shut him up. Without another word Remus handed the letter to Sirius and sat down in the armchair beside the bed.
Sirius scanned the words while a heavy weight slid into his stomach. Wood. An icy thrill shot down his spine as he stared at the name in horror. Wood. Pettigrew had said that they planned to attack them. And he hadn't warned them!
"No. No, no, that's not true! They can't. they.", he murmured, as if trying to will the pictures of some gruesome nightmare away. He gulped as a lump was forming in his throat. He had known about their plans, if he had told Dumbledore they would still be alive! Why hadn't he ignored the mediwitch and warned them? All the time he had been lying in bed he could've told Remus! But he hadn't done anything and now they were dead because of him! It was all his fault! He as good as killed them! He killed them!!!
Remus frowned as he watched his friends expression turn petrified. Sirius was clutching the parchment so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hands were shaking and his gaze became empty and blank. He had only seen his friend react that way, when he had told him about his nightmares sometimes. He sat down next to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to understand the words he muttered under his breath. "Padfoot are you ok? Hey, I'm talking to you!" He shook Sirius slightly to get his attention.
The Animagus turned towards him and looked at him with wide eyes, his breath hitching. "I killed them Moony, I killed them! It's all my fault, I didn't say anything!" Now the werewolf was really worried. "What are you talking about; you didn't do anything!" Actually that seemed to be the wrong thing to say, cause as soon as the words were out Sirius broke down completely. He collapsed against Remus and sobbed in his shoulder unrestrained.
Remus was shocked by this outburst. What the hell was going on? What was he talking about? He felt panic creeping up in him, too. The blood pounding in his ears, all he wanted to do was shake Sirius to get him to tell what was wrong. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to calm down. He needed to keep a clear head. Sirius needed him now.
Remus wrapped his arms around the Animagus and held him tightly, rocking back and forth and tried to sooth him down. Sirius was hyperventilating, the hiccups catching in his lunges. The coughing was back, making it hard for him to breath. Remus was stroking his back gently. "Calm down Padfoot, we're going to sort this out, nothing's your fault, do you hear me? Come on, try to breath deeply. Sirius, take a deep breath!"
After a few more minutes Sirius had calmed down enough to talk. "I didn't tell Dumbledore. They're dead because of me! All I needed to do was to warn you, but I didn't do it!" Remus was catching on slowly. "Tell what, Sirius?" The dark-haired wizard breathed evenly now, tears still running down his face. "I heard them, Moony. I heard them saying they were going to go after the Woods for information. About the Order." His eyes became wild once more. "And Figg and Fletcher!" "What?!" "They will attack them, too! Maybe they already are! We have to warn them!" Obsessed by fear and guilt Sirius scrambled up and ignored the pain spasming in his leg. This was important.
Remus awoke out of his trancelike state and gripped his friend by the shoulders roughly. He forced Sirius to lie down and meet his eyes. "Listen now, I'll contact Dumbledore and warn Arabella and Mundungus. YOU will stay in bed and be still, do you hear me?" Surprised by the commanding tone the werewolf suddenly used Sirius nodded and obeyed.
*~*~*~*~*
Impatiently Remus waited for the old wizards head to appear in the flames. If they acted quick enough they might just save the lives of two more important Order-members. He was ripped out of his thoughts by a faint 'pop'.
"Oh, hello Remus! Why aren't you." "Professor, you have to warn Arabella and Mundungus immediately! Voldemort is planning a attack on them!" Dumbledore looked at him with a slightly alarmed expression. "How do you know?" "Sirius told me. He overheard Wormtail and the other Death Eater talking about it. They are going to press them for information about the Order."
The Headmaster shook his head quickly. "Alright, I'll warn them immediately. Try to get to Hogwarts as fast as possible, the fireplace in Minerva's office is connected to the Floo Network for the next three hours. I see you two." With that he disappeared.
A/N: So? How was this? Too trashy? (Do you even use the word like that?) Too short? Please, please, PLEASE TELL ME!!! (I know, no need to yell.) See you next chapter!
lara
kat: Thank you! Yeah, that's a good idea, I thought about something similar! I'll try to get some more "good-natured-main-character-torture" into it!
A.Dee: Thanks! Well, I tried to write the same thing from two points of view, but as usual the layout-thing didn't work with me. I'm so dumb! (Err . . . what does "rn" mean by the way?)
Sylvia: Thank you for reviewing! I really don't mind if you right that much, do you have any idea how good it feels to get that much feedback? Anyway, the "sitting-on-legs-and-still-being-able-to-move-thing" really was bad, I noticed when I reread the chapter after getting your review. For the other thing, I often feel that way in the mornings . . . but I'm abnormal anyway, so you're probably right. Thank you for reading that carefully!
mette: Oh, you think so? Just read this chapter and you probably won't think that way of me anymore. (Pity though! I'm such a nice person . . . )
Someone Reading: Yes, I like that kind of stories, too. (Even if I'm really fond of good slash *clears throat* ) Hmm . . . really? Good, I'll think of it in the future. Mind to tell me what I did wrong? I got the impression I really need a beta.
Now enjoy the next chapter (while I think up something good to happen next):
Owl Post
"Ow. That hurts." Clenching his teeth Sirius tried to suppress another whimper. "It wouldn't, if you were lying still." Remus sighted and went on cleaning the wound. Ok, maybe it would still hurt, but he would be done much quicker. As the potion stopped smoking, he put fresh bandages back on. The gash was closing rather quickly, a few more days and it would be as good as new.
"Done. Now lie still, I'll ." He stopped as a faint 'Buff!' could be heard downstairs. He got to his feet and went to see what had caused the noise. In the doorway he turned to Sirius, who tried to sit up and inspect his leg. "And you lie down and don't you dare to move until I'm back!" The Animagus didn't seem to listen and went on fingering the bandages. Remus sighted. "Pooh! Bad dog." Sirius looked at him with a frown, but before he could even start to argue with the werewolf , he was gone, calling "Sit! And stay!" over his shoulder. With a sigh he flopped back onto the mattress and crossed his arms over his chest.
*~*~*~*~*
With his wand drawn Remus carefully snuck around the corners and peered into the kitchen. The wards hadn't given alarm, so it wasn't very likely that a Death Eater was lurking behind his refrigerator. Still, you never know.
But to his relief there weren't any Death Eaters or Dark Overlords hiding in his cupboards. As he peeked out of the window, he saw Bright, his tawny owl, sprawled on the ground, hooting softly. Obviously he had tried to fly through the closed window. Again. Remus shook his head and levitated the bird onto the kitchen table. There was a letter tied to his right foot and Remus recognised the loopy handwriting as Dumbledore's.
He took the letter and laid the owl onto his cage. He read the letter as he went back to the bedroom.
Remus, I need you to come to Hogwarts immediately. There has been another attack. Phillia and Thomas Wood were killed two days ago, their son Oliver was not at home; he is at Hogwarts at the moment. The other Order members will be here, too. You can use the Floo Network to come here. Dumbledore PS: I hope Sirius is doing well.
As he entered the room Sirius' head shoot up and he looked at him expectantly, obviously wanting to make a remark about the "Bad dog."- comment, but the grave expression on his friends face shut him up. Without another word Remus handed the letter to Sirius and sat down in the armchair beside the bed.
Sirius scanned the words while a heavy weight slid into his stomach. Wood. An icy thrill shot down his spine as he stared at the name in horror. Wood. Pettigrew had said that they planned to attack them. And he hadn't warned them!
"No. No, no, that's not true! They can't. they.", he murmured, as if trying to will the pictures of some gruesome nightmare away. He gulped as a lump was forming in his throat. He had known about their plans, if he had told Dumbledore they would still be alive! Why hadn't he ignored the mediwitch and warned them? All the time he had been lying in bed he could've told Remus! But he hadn't done anything and now they were dead because of him! It was all his fault! He as good as killed them! He killed them!!!
Remus frowned as he watched his friends expression turn petrified. Sirius was clutching the parchment so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hands were shaking and his gaze became empty and blank. He had only seen his friend react that way, when he had told him about his nightmares sometimes. He sat down next to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to understand the words he muttered under his breath. "Padfoot are you ok? Hey, I'm talking to you!" He shook Sirius slightly to get his attention.
The Animagus turned towards him and looked at him with wide eyes, his breath hitching. "I killed them Moony, I killed them! It's all my fault, I didn't say anything!" Now the werewolf was really worried. "What are you talking about; you didn't do anything!" Actually that seemed to be the wrong thing to say, cause as soon as the words were out Sirius broke down completely. He collapsed against Remus and sobbed in his shoulder unrestrained.
Remus was shocked by this outburst. What the hell was going on? What was he talking about? He felt panic creeping up in him, too. The blood pounding in his ears, all he wanted to do was shake Sirius to get him to tell what was wrong. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to calm down. He needed to keep a clear head. Sirius needed him now.
Remus wrapped his arms around the Animagus and held him tightly, rocking back and forth and tried to sooth him down. Sirius was hyperventilating, the hiccups catching in his lunges. The coughing was back, making it hard for him to breath. Remus was stroking his back gently. "Calm down Padfoot, we're going to sort this out, nothing's your fault, do you hear me? Come on, try to breath deeply. Sirius, take a deep breath!"
After a few more minutes Sirius had calmed down enough to talk. "I didn't tell Dumbledore. They're dead because of me! All I needed to do was to warn you, but I didn't do it!" Remus was catching on slowly. "Tell what, Sirius?" The dark-haired wizard breathed evenly now, tears still running down his face. "I heard them, Moony. I heard them saying they were going to go after the Woods for information. About the Order." His eyes became wild once more. "And Figg and Fletcher!" "What?!" "They will attack them, too! Maybe they already are! We have to warn them!" Obsessed by fear and guilt Sirius scrambled up and ignored the pain spasming in his leg. This was important.
Remus awoke out of his trancelike state and gripped his friend by the shoulders roughly. He forced Sirius to lie down and meet his eyes. "Listen now, I'll contact Dumbledore and warn Arabella and Mundungus. YOU will stay in bed and be still, do you hear me?" Surprised by the commanding tone the werewolf suddenly used Sirius nodded and obeyed.
*~*~*~*~*
Impatiently Remus waited for the old wizards head to appear in the flames. If they acted quick enough they might just save the lives of two more important Order-members. He was ripped out of his thoughts by a faint 'pop'.
"Oh, hello Remus! Why aren't you." "Professor, you have to warn Arabella and Mundungus immediately! Voldemort is planning a attack on them!" Dumbledore looked at him with a slightly alarmed expression. "How do you know?" "Sirius told me. He overheard Wormtail and the other Death Eater talking about it. They are going to press them for information about the Order."
The Headmaster shook his head quickly. "Alright, I'll warn them immediately. Try to get to Hogwarts as fast as possible, the fireplace in Minerva's office is connected to the Floo Network for the next three hours. I see you two." With that he disappeared.
A/N: So? How was this? Too trashy? (Do you even use the word like that?) Too short? Please, please, PLEASE TELL ME!!! (I know, no need to yell.) See you next chapter!
lara