As the sun rose higher into the sky, the werewolf and the dog stopped fighting. The werewolf looked up and stared out the window at the rising sun. Slowly, the werewolf started transforming back into Remus. As soon as he had transformed, he collapsed, weak with exhaustion. Sirius changed back into his human form and rushed over to James, who was lying on the ground, unconscious. Peter poked his head out from under the bed, back in his human form. "What's up? Remus started growling at me, so I hid under the bed and - Oh..." Peter said, watching sight of James. Sirius looked up, concern in his eyes. "Peter, help Remus get up. Then we have to get James to the hospital wing." Peter nodded and kneeled down beside Remus, helping him get to his feet. Sirius watched Peter for a second, then turned back to James.
James' eyes were closed and his breathing was faint. His blood-soaked shirt was ripped, and there was a huge gash where he had hit the back of his head against the sharp corner of an old trunk. Sirius looked up and
noticed Peter and Remus looking down at them. "Oh, god... James... I didn't mean to..." Remus said, his voice apologetic. Sirius shook his head. "It wasn't your fault, you lost control, that's all." Sirius looked back down at James, pulling out his wand. "This was always more of your area of expertise, James... Mobilicorpus." James floated upwards until he was hanging in midair, looking like a ghost.
Sirius, Remus, and Peter started to walk back into the tunnel leading to the Whomping Willow, James drifting along in front of them. Soon they were back on Hogwarts grounds, heading up towards the castle. The boys walked along the dark corridors in silence, occasionally glancing at James, who was looking so... so empty, so lifeless.
Finally, they reached the Hospital Wing. They walked inside and saw Madam Pomfrey sitting at her desk, her back to them. Hearing the boys enter, Madam Pomfrey turned around, saying, "Can I help you? Oh, hello, boys,
haven't seen you since your fight with the Slytherins last week. What brings you he- What happened to James?" Madam Pomfrey's eyes, usually so happy and full of life, turned dark and gloomy. Sirius stared at her sadly,
thinking fast. "Oh, um... he fell down the stairs?" Sirius smiled half-heartedly, trying to make the event sound humorous, not tragic. Madam Pomfrey nodded, her eyes focused on James, who was laying on a bed, unmoving.
After about thirty minutes, Madam Pomfrey had finished her inspection of James. "Well, boys," she said, "James is fine, no major damage. He just has a slight concussion, nothing I can't handle. He'll have to stay here until he wakes up, though. In the meantime, I'll heal his cuts and tend to that disgusting gash on his head. Now, if
you don't mind, it would be best if you would go to sleep now, it's late and you have classes tomorrow." The boys nodded, relieved, but still looked hesitant to leave. "Trust me, if anything happens, you three will be the first to know."
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Sorry it took me so long to write... I went to go see Legally Blonde 2 and Pirates of the Carribean (Orlando Bloom is hot!!!!!!). Also, FanFiction.net was down, or at least it was for me... Anyway, I'll start the next chapter soon!
James' eyes were closed and his breathing was faint. His blood-soaked shirt was ripped, and there was a huge gash where he had hit the back of his head against the sharp corner of an old trunk. Sirius looked up and
noticed Peter and Remus looking down at them. "Oh, god... James... I didn't mean to..." Remus said, his voice apologetic. Sirius shook his head. "It wasn't your fault, you lost control, that's all." Sirius looked back down at James, pulling out his wand. "This was always more of your area of expertise, James... Mobilicorpus." James floated upwards until he was hanging in midair, looking like a ghost.
Sirius, Remus, and Peter started to walk back into the tunnel leading to the Whomping Willow, James drifting along in front of them. Soon they were back on Hogwarts grounds, heading up towards the castle. The boys walked along the dark corridors in silence, occasionally glancing at James, who was looking so... so empty, so lifeless.
Finally, they reached the Hospital Wing. They walked inside and saw Madam Pomfrey sitting at her desk, her back to them. Hearing the boys enter, Madam Pomfrey turned around, saying, "Can I help you? Oh, hello, boys,
haven't seen you since your fight with the Slytherins last week. What brings you he- What happened to James?" Madam Pomfrey's eyes, usually so happy and full of life, turned dark and gloomy. Sirius stared at her sadly,
thinking fast. "Oh, um... he fell down the stairs?" Sirius smiled half-heartedly, trying to make the event sound humorous, not tragic. Madam Pomfrey nodded, her eyes focused on James, who was laying on a bed, unmoving.
After about thirty minutes, Madam Pomfrey had finished her inspection of James. "Well, boys," she said, "James is fine, no major damage. He just has a slight concussion, nothing I can't handle. He'll have to stay here until he wakes up, though. In the meantime, I'll heal his cuts and tend to that disgusting gash on his head. Now, if
you don't mind, it would be best if you would go to sleep now, it's late and you have classes tomorrow." The boys nodded, relieved, but still looked hesitant to leave. "Trust me, if anything happens, you three will be the first to know."
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Sorry it took me so long to write... I went to go see Legally Blonde 2 and Pirates of the Carribean (Orlando Bloom is hot!!!!!!). Also, FanFiction.net was down, or at least it was for me... Anyway, I'll start the next chapter soon!