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siriuslovergirl1: Thank you! Wow, so many reviews! Well, most of them answered themselves, so what is there left to say for me? I really hope you like this chapter!
A.Dee: Thans for reviewing! Yes, very Sirius-friendly, isn't it? And he deserves so much better! Don't worry, I won't do such a thing. But I have to admit, that I planned to end the story soon. But there's a new one under construction already! :)
Someone Reading: Thanks for your review! Now really! Would I do such an awful thing? As a Sirius-fan in denial? Ok, it's not like you have no reason to worry, I know I'm evil *ducks head* But I won't do THIS! Sorry, if I caused bad dreams, really didn't want that. Hope you like this chapter as well! (And thanks for reviewing to 'Runaway, too! I'm glad you liked it!)
:) : Thank you! Cool name! *grins* Would love to hear more of you soon!
Nicola: Thank YOU! It's SO nice to hear that people like it! :) I know I kept you waiting really long, but I hope you're still reading!
Ok, now here's the next chapter: Enjoy!
Rescue
Remus raced down the lawn to the gates, Snape tailing a few feet behind him. His heart was pounding in his ears. 'Don't let us be too late, please don't let us be too late!' The thought consumed his mind as he ran forward, ignoring the ache growing in his legs. Behind him he could hear Snape panting.
As soon as he skidded past the winged boars guarding the entrance gates to the school grounds he whipped out the wand Dumbledore had been able to get him as temporary replacement. With a swish of robes he Apparated, knowing that the Potions Master was following short.
They Apparated to the opposite side of the school grounds and the neighbouring Forbidden Forest. Remus gave an impatient sigh as the outskirts of the Forest stretched before him in a long line, nearly reaching the hilly horizon. Then he started running again. Sirius wasn't far inside the Forest; they should be able to see him.
He didn't dare calling for his friend, fearing to draw the attention of Death Eaters, that might be searching for Sirius as well, to them. For once he was glad to be a werewolf, being able to use heightened senses of hearing and smelling. Even if it would be difficult in this cold, it was better than nothing.
Suddenly he caught a movement behind one of the trees. He stopped dead in his tracks, resulting in Snape bumping into him and sending them both into the snow.
"Watch it, Lupin!", he snarled as he quickly got to his feet again, brushing the snow of his robes. Remus stood as well and ignored him. His eyes were trained on the tree he'd seen the movement behind. Carefully he walked towards it, wand at the ready and ears straining for any sound. Snape wisely stayed behind; he, too, had his wand out.
He could see the hem of a dark robe, then a shoulder poking out from behind the massive trunk. "Sirius!" With a few strides he was beside his friend, kneeling next to him. His eyes were closed and he was frighteningly pale. Frantically Remus felt over his neck, trying to find a pulse. He let out a relieved breath when he finally found it, weak but there. Snape stepped up behind him, a sinister expression on his face. He knelt down beside the unconscious man as well, checking for injuries and scowling even darker as he took a good look at Sirius' arm. Remus winced as he saw the ruined limp, skin torn and bloody.
He swallowed and silently waved his wand, conjuring a blanket out of thin air. With Snape's help he sat the Animagus up and wrapped him into it. The Potions Master stood, conjured a stretcher and levitated the limp form onto it with a gentleness Remus hadn't believed him capable of. Together they set off back to the
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Madam Pomfrey was near a heart attack as the two men came marching into the infirmary, the stretcher floating behind them. She ushered Snape out as soon as she'd caught sight of him with a request to mix up a few potions she'd need and chased Remus up to the Headmaster's office to inform him of Sirius' flight and rescue.
Then she turned her attention to the unconscious Animagus, who was still hovering on the stretcher in mid-air. She pulled out her wand and carefully levitated him to one of the beds near the windows. With another swish of her wand she placed hangings around the bed.
Shaking her head sadly she started to inspect his injuries and began to clean him from the layers of dirt he'd collected during his capture. His hair was a tangled greasy mess and half of his gaunt face was covered in filth. Bruises covered his chest and abdomen.
By the time Remus returned with the Headmaster she had him cleaned up and tucked under the blanket. Against her protests the werewolf rushed to his friend's bedside. Dumbledore put a placating hand on her arm. She huffed disapprovingly, but left the two alone and withdrew to her office.
Dumbledore stood behind Remus, patiently waiting for the werewolf to turn his attention to him. After a while, the light brown eyes settled on him in a silent invitation to take a seat as well and with a small smile Dumbledore complied. They sat in silence for a while. Eventually Remus decided to speak.
"What happened?"
The old wizard remained silent for a few moments. He knew what his former student and professor was asking about. With a sigh he settled back in his chair and regarded Sirius' limp form on the bed with an odd expression.
"Mundungus contacted me shortly after I sent Snape on his way. He said that the new wards didn't work. He'd been trying to track the Death Eaters, which had been in contact with them, but couldn't find anything. While searching however he found out something else.
"The spells we used to create the ward must've been connected wrongly. Somehow they now can absorb small amounts of magical energy and increase them. And emit them again."
Remus frowned at the Headmaster. That didn't really answer his questions. Or did it? The pieces slowly puzzled themselves together as he thought about it.
"You mean one could 'load' the ward and then fire the energy on somebody again . . . by . . . by contact? Like . . . like a Portkey reacts on touch?" Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Exactly. Mundungus told me that, after he'd inspected the wards with Arabella for a while and touched them again, he'd received something resembling to an electric shock. He had to let Arabella spoon-feed him, because both his hands remained numb for the rest of the day."
The Headmaster chuckled softly and after a moment Remus joined him. The image was nothing but hilarious. The door to the Hospital Wing creaked and Snape stepped in, carrying a tray with several vials and glass bottles which undoubtedly contained the potions Madam Pomfrey had asked him for.
As if she'd been waiting right behind her office door all the time the mediwitch swept by and ushered the Potions Master to the side after taking the requested potions and draughts from him. For a moment Snape hovered in the background, uncertain if he was still needed, but seeing that Madam Pomfrey's scowl was matching his own now he slipped out of the infirmary again.
Both Remus and Dumbledore stayed by the Animagus' bedside unwavering. The mediwitch said nothing, but started applying a thick, bright orange liquid on his right arm. The stuff began to hiss and smoke on the mangled skin. Remus watched the wound in alarm, but seeing Pomfrey's calm expression he relaxed slightly.
After the hissing noises had subsided she wiped the wound clean with a cloth and poured the next potion onto the wound. After she had pulled most of the substance, that Snape had called 'Dementor's Blood', out of his system with an ordinary poison extractor, she disinfected the gash and dressed it in crisp linen.
The rest of the injuries were tended quickly and after half an hour of silent work Madam Pomfrey drew back to her office, obviously in better mood than before. Remus watched his friend sleep.
Sirius had lost weight since his capture and his face was more sunken in than ever. His skin looked papery and pale as the sheets and the abnormal motionlessness the Animagus lay on the bed with unnerved him. Sensing that the werewolf needed some time alone with his friend Dumbledore got up.
"I will see you later, Remus. You know where I am in case something happens." He said quietly and laid his hand on the younger man's shoulders. With a grateful smile Remus looked up at him and watched him go. Then he turned around to Sirius again. This was going to be a long night again.
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Harry was wandering the castle aimlessly. Quidditch practise had ended nearly half an hour ago. But instead of returning to Gryffindor tower he walked down the hall, lost in thought. Ron and Hermione were probably waiting for him, but right now he needed some time for himself.
During practice Angelina had scolded him several times for not paying attention. Fred had saved him from a bludger speeding into his direction, frowning at Harry. When he'd been circling the pitch and didn't notice the Snitch hovering right over his head, Angelina had told him to go to the Hospital wing, for he was obviously not ok.
Harry of course knew the reason why he'd been distracted, but he had taken good care not to give away anything. He couldn't very well tell them that his godfather, who was an escaped ex-convict and supposed murderer, had been captured by Death Eaters, could he?
So he now shuffled past a few bored portraits and suits of armour. The cloudy sky outside had begun to strew fluffy white snowflakes. Harry dug his hands in the pockets of his Quidditch robe and watched the pictures at the wall. As he sauntered around a corner he caught sight of the portrait of Sir Cadogan. The slightly crazed knight had guarded Gryffindor tower in his third year and let Sirius in with Neville's stolen passwords.
Sirius. Harry sighed sadly as he watched the knight sit propped up against his fat pony, snoring loudly and tried to ignore the heavy feeling settling in his chest. If he'd just let them kill Wormtail in the Shrieking Shack that night . . . his godfather would be free and Voldemort would have never been resurrected.
Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing down the lone corridor and a moment later Fred and George Weasley came around the corner. Two red pairs of eyebrows rose at him in surprise.
"Harry, here you are!"
"We thought you were swallowed by the floor!"
"Why aren't you in the hospital wing?"
Harry stood there, wondering what they were talking about for a moment. "I - erm, I thought that a - a walk would do me a bit good?" He mentally kicked himself for not telling them a better lie. As notorious pranksters they'd smell he wasn't telling the truth a mile against the wind.
Of course he was right. Fred stepped forward with a sceptical expression on his face and ignored the sleepy grunt from a wakening Sir Cadogan. George mirrored his frown perfectly. "Come on, Harry, what bugs you? I mean even a blind could tell that you're worrying about something!"
Harry hummed and hawed nervously. He couldn't tell them about Sirius, but they probably wouldn't let him go until he gave an answer. After five years he knew Fred and George. There was a squealing noise as the knight in the picture got to his feet and adjusted his visor.
"What are you making this racket for, you mangy mutts? Can't a gentleman take a nap without being disturbed by a lot of fuss making bastards?"
Both the twins ignored him and kept their worried gazes trained on their team-mate. Harry wasn't in the mood for explaining himself. He set off in vague direction of the infirmary. Knowing that Fred and George would follow him suit. He was right.
"Look, maybe you're right. I'm not feeling so well, I think I'll go up to Madam Pomfrey."
He still had the shallow hope that they would leave him alone. They didn't. With Harry between them the twins led the way to the Hospital Wing through a maze of hidden passageways and short cuts. Harry wondered dimly if he would feel ill enough when they arrived. The churn in his stomach was a positive answer.
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Remus was rocking in his chair slightly as he held the Animagus' hand. Sirius was still unconscious and the mediwitch had predicted that he probably wouldn't wake up for a few more hours. For him it was the best anyway, seeing that he needed rest. The werewolf wisely didn't object.
A few voices talking outside the door caught his attention. He turned in the uncomfortable Hospital chair and glimpsed through the slightly parted curtains around Sirius' bed. The door was thrown open and the Weasley twins whirled in, pulling Harry through the door behind them.
"Listen George, I'll just wait here for her, alright? I'm not going to faint if you leave me alone."
One of the twins shrugged while the other looked a bit sceptical. "All right, if you insist. We're out for you-know-what then, ok?" George cast a meaningful glance at Harry. With that the door opened again and the two vanished, identical smirks on their faces.
Harry sighed and shook his head. He seemed to wonder if he could go now without being dragged back in by Fred and George. Remus had to smile.
"Harry? Come over and look who's with us again."
The warm voice made the teen jump two feet into the air before he turned to his former professor, startled. Then a smile spread over his face, mixed with joy and anxiety. He jogged over to the bed and stepped through the curtain Remus was holding aside for him.
He inhaled sharply and the next moment he was by his godfather's side, holding his hand and sitting down on Remus' chair. The werewolf smiled and got himself another chair before taking a seat next to Harry.
"How long has he been here?" Harry asked without taking his eyes from Sirius'sleeping face.
"About an hour, I think. Professor Snape and I found him outside." Remus watched Harry's expression closely. "Don't worry, I think he'll be alright soon enough." He filled the teen in on what had happened the last few hours, trying to cheer Harry up.
"Are you sure he'll be ok?" Harry frowned and looked up at his former teacher with worried eyes. Remus nodded reassuringly.
"Madam Pomfrey diagnosed blood loss and a hypothermia. He's also a bit undernourished, but it's nothing a long rest and some good food can't tend." He thought about telling Harry about the blood the Death Eaters had injected in his system and that they didn't know how it worked and if Sirius' mental shape would be affected.
But he decided against it. There was no need to upset Harry even more and if there really was something to worry about he could always tell the boy later. For now they could just wait for the Animagus to wake up.
"Do you think he -" Harry began but was cut off by a faint moan from Sirius' direction.
A/N: Man, that sucks! Everytime I upload a new chapter, I'm pissed by the way the layout turns out! It looks so good in 'Words'! *sigh*
Ok, no use in whining now. But a nice review would be VERY useful! No matter what you have to say, I want to hear it! So please review!
I mentioned it already: There won't be much chapters in the future, for I'm as good as done with the story! No need to cry, look at it from the positive side: I won't torture Sirius (too much), I won't kill him, I won't do anything else stupid, because I want my charakters to enjoy the end (they really earned it!) And of course I'll have much time to write a new story
- which is already under construction! Stay tuned for my first AU!
lara
siriuslovergirl1: Thank you! Wow, so many reviews! Well, most of them answered themselves, so what is there left to say for me? I really hope you like this chapter!
A.Dee: Thans for reviewing! Yes, very Sirius-friendly, isn't it? And he deserves so much better! Don't worry, I won't do such a thing. But I have to admit, that I planned to end the story soon. But there's a new one under construction already! :)
Someone Reading: Thanks for your review! Now really! Would I do such an awful thing? As a Sirius-fan in denial? Ok, it's not like you have no reason to worry, I know I'm evil *ducks head* But I won't do THIS! Sorry, if I caused bad dreams, really didn't want that. Hope you like this chapter as well! (And thanks for reviewing to 'Runaway, too! I'm glad you liked it!)
:) : Thank you! Cool name! *grins* Would love to hear more of you soon!
Nicola: Thank YOU! It's SO nice to hear that people like it! :) I know I kept you waiting really long, but I hope you're still reading!
Ok, now here's the next chapter: Enjoy!
Rescue
Remus raced down the lawn to the gates, Snape tailing a few feet behind him. His heart was pounding in his ears. 'Don't let us be too late, please don't let us be too late!' The thought consumed his mind as he ran forward, ignoring the ache growing in his legs. Behind him he could hear Snape panting.
As soon as he skidded past the winged boars guarding the entrance gates to the school grounds he whipped out the wand Dumbledore had been able to get him as temporary replacement. With a swish of robes he Apparated, knowing that the Potions Master was following short.
They Apparated to the opposite side of the school grounds and the neighbouring Forbidden Forest. Remus gave an impatient sigh as the outskirts of the Forest stretched before him in a long line, nearly reaching the hilly horizon. Then he started running again. Sirius wasn't far inside the Forest; they should be able to see him.
He didn't dare calling for his friend, fearing to draw the attention of Death Eaters, that might be searching for Sirius as well, to them. For once he was glad to be a werewolf, being able to use heightened senses of hearing and smelling. Even if it would be difficult in this cold, it was better than nothing.
Suddenly he caught a movement behind one of the trees. He stopped dead in his tracks, resulting in Snape bumping into him and sending them both into the snow.
"Watch it, Lupin!", he snarled as he quickly got to his feet again, brushing the snow of his robes. Remus stood as well and ignored him. His eyes were trained on the tree he'd seen the movement behind. Carefully he walked towards it, wand at the ready and ears straining for any sound. Snape wisely stayed behind; he, too, had his wand out.
He could see the hem of a dark robe, then a shoulder poking out from behind the massive trunk. "Sirius!" With a few strides he was beside his friend, kneeling next to him. His eyes were closed and he was frighteningly pale. Frantically Remus felt over his neck, trying to find a pulse. He let out a relieved breath when he finally found it, weak but there. Snape stepped up behind him, a sinister expression on his face. He knelt down beside the unconscious man as well, checking for injuries and scowling even darker as he took a good look at Sirius' arm. Remus winced as he saw the ruined limp, skin torn and bloody.
He swallowed and silently waved his wand, conjuring a blanket out of thin air. With Snape's help he sat the Animagus up and wrapped him into it. The Potions Master stood, conjured a stretcher and levitated the limp form onto it with a gentleness Remus hadn't believed him capable of. Together they set off back to the
~*~*~*~*~*~
Madam Pomfrey was near a heart attack as the two men came marching into the infirmary, the stretcher floating behind them. She ushered Snape out as soon as she'd caught sight of him with a request to mix up a few potions she'd need and chased Remus up to the Headmaster's office to inform him of Sirius' flight and rescue.
Then she turned her attention to the unconscious Animagus, who was still hovering on the stretcher in mid-air. She pulled out her wand and carefully levitated him to one of the beds near the windows. With another swish of her wand she placed hangings around the bed.
Shaking her head sadly she started to inspect his injuries and began to clean him from the layers of dirt he'd collected during his capture. His hair was a tangled greasy mess and half of his gaunt face was covered in filth. Bruises covered his chest and abdomen.
By the time Remus returned with the Headmaster she had him cleaned up and tucked under the blanket. Against her protests the werewolf rushed to his friend's bedside. Dumbledore put a placating hand on her arm. She huffed disapprovingly, but left the two alone and withdrew to her office.
Dumbledore stood behind Remus, patiently waiting for the werewolf to turn his attention to him. After a while, the light brown eyes settled on him in a silent invitation to take a seat as well and with a small smile Dumbledore complied. They sat in silence for a while. Eventually Remus decided to speak.
"What happened?"
The old wizard remained silent for a few moments. He knew what his former student and professor was asking about. With a sigh he settled back in his chair and regarded Sirius' limp form on the bed with an odd expression.
"Mundungus contacted me shortly after I sent Snape on his way. He said that the new wards didn't work. He'd been trying to track the Death Eaters, which had been in contact with them, but couldn't find anything. While searching however he found out something else.
"The spells we used to create the ward must've been connected wrongly. Somehow they now can absorb small amounts of magical energy and increase them. And emit them again."
Remus frowned at the Headmaster. That didn't really answer his questions. Or did it? The pieces slowly puzzled themselves together as he thought about it.
"You mean one could 'load' the ward and then fire the energy on somebody again . . . by . . . by contact? Like . . . like a Portkey reacts on touch?" Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Exactly. Mundungus told me that, after he'd inspected the wards with Arabella for a while and touched them again, he'd received something resembling to an electric shock. He had to let Arabella spoon-feed him, because both his hands remained numb for the rest of the day."
The Headmaster chuckled softly and after a moment Remus joined him. The image was nothing but hilarious. The door to the Hospital Wing creaked and Snape stepped in, carrying a tray with several vials and glass bottles which undoubtedly contained the potions Madam Pomfrey had asked him for.
As if she'd been waiting right behind her office door all the time the mediwitch swept by and ushered the Potions Master to the side after taking the requested potions and draughts from him. For a moment Snape hovered in the background, uncertain if he was still needed, but seeing that Madam Pomfrey's scowl was matching his own now he slipped out of the infirmary again.
Both Remus and Dumbledore stayed by the Animagus' bedside unwavering. The mediwitch said nothing, but started applying a thick, bright orange liquid on his right arm. The stuff began to hiss and smoke on the mangled skin. Remus watched the wound in alarm, but seeing Pomfrey's calm expression he relaxed slightly.
After the hissing noises had subsided she wiped the wound clean with a cloth and poured the next potion onto the wound. After she had pulled most of the substance, that Snape had called 'Dementor's Blood', out of his system with an ordinary poison extractor, she disinfected the gash and dressed it in crisp linen.
The rest of the injuries were tended quickly and after half an hour of silent work Madam Pomfrey drew back to her office, obviously in better mood than before. Remus watched his friend sleep.
Sirius had lost weight since his capture and his face was more sunken in than ever. His skin looked papery and pale as the sheets and the abnormal motionlessness the Animagus lay on the bed with unnerved him. Sensing that the werewolf needed some time alone with his friend Dumbledore got up.
"I will see you later, Remus. You know where I am in case something happens." He said quietly and laid his hand on the younger man's shoulders. With a grateful smile Remus looked up at him and watched him go. Then he turned around to Sirius again. This was going to be a long night again.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was wandering the castle aimlessly. Quidditch practise had ended nearly half an hour ago. But instead of returning to Gryffindor tower he walked down the hall, lost in thought. Ron and Hermione were probably waiting for him, but right now he needed some time for himself.
During practice Angelina had scolded him several times for not paying attention. Fred had saved him from a bludger speeding into his direction, frowning at Harry. When he'd been circling the pitch and didn't notice the Snitch hovering right over his head, Angelina had told him to go to the Hospital wing, for he was obviously not ok.
Harry of course knew the reason why he'd been distracted, but he had taken good care not to give away anything. He couldn't very well tell them that his godfather, who was an escaped ex-convict and supposed murderer, had been captured by Death Eaters, could he?
So he now shuffled past a few bored portraits and suits of armour. The cloudy sky outside had begun to strew fluffy white snowflakes. Harry dug his hands in the pockets of his Quidditch robe and watched the pictures at the wall. As he sauntered around a corner he caught sight of the portrait of Sir Cadogan. The slightly crazed knight had guarded Gryffindor tower in his third year and let Sirius in with Neville's stolen passwords.
Sirius. Harry sighed sadly as he watched the knight sit propped up against his fat pony, snoring loudly and tried to ignore the heavy feeling settling in his chest. If he'd just let them kill Wormtail in the Shrieking Shack that night . . . his godfather would be free and Voldemort would have never been resurrected.
Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing down the lone corridor and a moment later Fred and George Weasley came around the corner. Two red pairs of eyebrows rose at him in surprise.
"Harry, here you are!"
"We thought you were swallowed by the floor!"
"Why aren't you in the hospital wing?"
Harry stood there, wondering what they were talking about for a moment. "I - erm, I thought that a - a walk would do me a bit good?" He mentally kicked himself for not telling them a better lie. As notorious pranksters they'd smell he wasn't telling the truth a mile against the wind.
Of course he was right. Fred stepped forward with a sceptical expression on his face and ignored the sleepy grunt from a wakening Sir Cadogan. George mirrored his frown perfectly. "Come on, Harry, what bugs you? I mean even a blind could tell that you're worrying about something!"
Harry hummed and hawed nervously. He couldn't tell them about Sirius, but they probably wouldn't let him go until he gave an answer. After five years he knew Fred and George. There was a squealing noise as the knight in the picture got to his feet and adjusted his visor.
"What are you making this racket for, you mangy mutts? Can't a gentleman take a nap without being disturbed by a lot of fuss making bastards?"
Both the twins ignored him and kept their worried gazes trained on their team-mate. Harry wasn't in the mood for explaining himself. He set off in vague direction of the infirmary. Knowing that Fred and George would follow him suit. He was right.
"Look, maybe you're right. I'm not feeling so well, I think I'll go up to Madam Pomfrey."
He still had the shallow hope that they would leave him alone. They didn't. With Harry between them the twins led the way to the Hospital Wing through a maze of hidden passageways and short cuts. Harry wondered dimly if he would feel ill enough when they arrived. The churn in his stomach was a positive answer.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Remus was rocking in his chair slightly as he held the Animagus' hand. Sirius was still unconscious and the mediwitch had predicted that he probably wouldn't wake up for a few more hours. For him it was the best anyway, seeing that he needed rest. The werewolf wisely didn't object.
A few voices talking outside the door caught his attention. He turned in the uncomfortable Hospital chair and glimpsed through the slightly parted curtains around Sirius' bed. The door was thrown open and the Weasley twins whirled in, pulling Harry through the door behind them.
"Listen George, I'll just wait here for her, alright? I'm not going to faint if you leave me alone."
One of the twins shrugged while the other looked a bit sceptical. "All right, if you insist. We're out for you-know-what then, ok?" George cast a meaningful glance at Harry. With that the door opened again and the two vanished, identical smirks on their faces.
Harry sighed and shook his head. He seemed to wonder if he could go now without being dragged back in by Fred and George. Remus had to smile.
"Harry? Come over and look who's with us again."
The warm voice made the teen jump two feet into the air before he turned to his former professor, startled. Then a smile spread over his face, mixed with joy and anxiety. He jogged over to the bed and stepped through the curtain Remus was holding aside for him.
He inhaled sharply and the next moment he was by his godfather's side, holding his hand and sitting down on Remus' chair. The werewolf smiled and got himself another chair before taking a seat next to Harry.
"How long has he been here?" Harry asked without taking his eyes from Sirius'sleeping face.
"About an hour, I think. Professor Snape and I found him outside." Remus watched Harry's expression closely. "Don't worry, I think he'll be alright soon enough." He filled the teen in on what had happened the last few hours, trying to cheer Harry up.
"Are you sure he'll be ok?" Harry frowned and looked up at his former teacher with worried eyes. Remus nodded reassuringly.
"Madam Pomfrey diagnosed blood loss and a hypothermia. He's also a bit undernourished, but it's nothing a long rest and some good food can't tend." He thought about telling Harry about the blood the Death Eaters had injected in his system and that they didn't know how it worked and if Sirius' mental shape would be affected.
But he decided against it. There was no need to upset Harry even more and if there really was something to worry about he could always tell the boy later. For now they could just wait for the Animagus to wake up.
"Do you think he -" Harry began but was cut off by a faint moan from Sirius' direction.
A/N: Man, that sucks! Everytime I upload a new chapter, I'm pissed by the way the layout turns out! It looks so good in 'Words'! *sigh*
Ok, no use in whining now. But a nice review would be VERY useful! No matter what you have to say, I want to hear it! So please review!
I mentioned it already: There won't be much chapters in the future, for I'm as good as done with the story! No need to cry, look at it from the positive side: I won't torture Sirius (too much), I won't kill him, I won't do anything else stupid, because I want my charakters to enjoy the end (they really earned it!) And of course I'll have much time to write a new story
- which is already under construction! Stay tuned for my first AU!
lara