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made him up. ^.^)
Sirius woke up the next morning, feeling as if he hadn't slept at all. Sitting up, he stifled a yawn, glancing around. Where was he? Oh yes. He was in St. Mungos hospital, thanks to his Mother and Father. Was it St. Mungos hospital? Sirius thought so. How many other Wizarding hospitals were there around? None that Sirius knew of. This had to be St. Mungos. "Awake already?" The same female healer from last night - the one that had stuck him with that needle - asked, approaching his bed.
Sirius nodded, pulling himself into a sitting position, he stared bleary eyed at her. She was holding a breakfeast tray which held a small plate of some dried up fruit, some undercooked eggs, and some overcooked bacon. Sirius made a face. "Whats that?" He demanded. He didn't mean to sound rude, he knew it was someone's breakfeast - possibly his, he cringed at the thought - but the food didn't look all that edible.
"It's your breakfeast, dear." The nurse replied, placing the tray on Sirius' lap. Sirius stared down at his breakfeast.
"Oh." He said, trying not to sound too disapointed. He picked up a plastic fork and prodded the eggs. They looked almost raw. "Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll leave you to it, then." The healer smiled. She walked off, towards the other side of the ward. Sirius couldn't bring himself to eat his 'breakfeast', he could only poke at it with his fork. He did manage, however, to take a small sip of his orange juice. He immeaditly spat it back into its cup, shaking his head. It tasted horrible, as if it had gone bad ages ago.
Sirius understood that this was a hospital, and he had no right to expect to be served gourmet food, but this...this was like prison food. Sirius lifted the tray off of his lap and lightly set it down on the small table that sat nearby his bed. He would just say he still felt ill from the poison, and wasn't very hungry right now. It would be partly true... Sirius glanced around, bored. He sat in silence for a moment, but then voices rang out from the hallway. "I'm okay, really!" Someone was insisting.
"You're ill, boy. Come on..." A male Healer said, leading a pale boy with short, light brown hair through the door. Well, actually, he dragged the boy through the door.
"No, I'm fine!" The boy kept insisting. But as he spoke, he swayed on the spot. He really did look ill. Sirius frowned, looking away, towards the other side of the ward. He didn't want to look as if he were spying on them, but, being so bored there was really nothing else to do but listen. He looked back towards the pair.
"It won't kill you to just sit down a take a breather, Alright? Theres a good lad..." The Healer said, helping the boy up onto the bed nearest Sirius'. "Now, you've been poisoned...We have to give you some antidotes. Just stay - right - here." The Healer spoke slowly.
"I don't feel any differ-" The boy started to protest, but stopped mid- sentence. With a groan, he leaned over the railing of the bed. Yellow, chunky liquid spewed from the boys mouth. Feeling slightly ill himself at the sight, Sirius looked away. Once he had finished vomiting all over the floor, the boy leaned back against the white pillows, looking sheepish. "Antidote wouldn't...hurt." He mumbled
The Healer nodded, grinning despite the situaition. "Thought so. I will return soon..." Patting the boy reassuringly on the shoulder, he hurried out of the ward to go fetch the antidote.
Sirius continued to look away from the boy, until the Healer returned with the antidote. He then chanced another look in their direction. The healer had A small vial of dark navy blue liquid in his hand, and in the other a syringe. Sirius winced, looking at it, he saw a long needle. It looked worse then the IV...almost. The healer poked the needle into the potion, withdrawing some of the potion from it's vial. Once the syringe was filled, he turned back towards the boy. "This will hurt for a moment..." The Healer warned him. Sirius couldn't bear to watch anymore - he looked away. He was just becoming aquainted with the Muggle ways of healing, and already he thought the whole lot of them to be raving mad. Besides, why was St. Mungos using Muggle things in their healings? Couldn't they just wave a wand to heal someone? Or ask them to drink a potion?
Apparently not. Sirius heard the boy groan in pain, but nothing more then that. He didn't question the Healer about it or anything. "Well, that's it. You may start feeling a little drowsy...thats a nautral reaction to the antidote. No worries....You should start feeling better soon, Mr. Lupin, is it?" The Healer asked.
"Yes, Remus Lupin." The boy replied softly.
"Well, then, Mr. Lupin... I will be seeing you later." And with that said, the Healer disapeared out of the ward.
A couple of minutes passed in silence. Sirius stared down at his arm, where the IV was still stuck into his skin. It didn't hurt anymore, but through the clear tape the Healer had used to keep the IV in, Sirius could see his skin was a light blue color around the needle. A bruise. What a pain in the arse...
"Hello." A voice abruptly cut through the still silence.
Sirius jumped in surprise, and pulled his gaze away from his arm and towards the source of the voice. He saw the boy, Remus, peering curiously at him. "Hello..." Sirius echoed. More silence followed as he and Remus stared at eachother. "Er... Whats your name?" Sirius of course knew his name, he had heard him tell the Healer no more then ten minutes ago, but he was trying to strike up a conversaition, to rid the room of it's silence.
"Remus Lupin. And yours?" Remus asked, smiling.
"Sirius Black." Sirius replied, now not so afraid to actually look at Remus, now that they were actually talking. Remus had startling silver eyes - not gray, but silver. He looked around Sirius's age, ten, maybe eleven. He was thin, and appeared to be somewhat tall. Sirius couldn't tell for sure, though, as he was lying down. "What are you in here for?" Sirius asked.
Remus shrugged. "I don't know." He said truthfully. "I don't really...remember anything. I remember being with my family, it was late, and we were eating dinner. And then...nothing. I woke up, A Healer was carrying me down the hall. I told him I could walk on my own...He let me, rather reluctantly. He said I had been poisoned, I have no clue how, though..." Remus frowned.
Sirius grinned, despite it all. "Same goes for me. Though, I know how I got poisoned. My Mum did it. My Father was probably in on it too, but... I'm not sure." Sirius said.
Remus looked apalled. "Your own Mum poisoned you?" Remus asked, staring at Sirius in disbelief.
" 'Course she did. Anyway...Let's talk about something else, alright?" Sirius asked. Remus nodded. "Whats your favorite Quidditch team?"
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Five days went by, and still, Sirius remained in the hospital. He constantly asked when he could leave, but the Healers always gave him the same answer. "Not yet, We still aren't sure if you are fit enough to leave. Just another day or so, and you can..." But another day came, and then went. Sirius wasn't even allowed to leave his bed! The same went for Remus. Neither of them were allowed to leave their beds, and the Healers gave Remus just about the same answer when he asked if he could return home to his family.
Time crept by slowly in the hospital, but it wasn't all boring. Sirius and Remus were getting to be close friends, and often talked or played Exploding Snap to pass the time. But it had been a week, and both Sirius and Remus were becoming suspicous. It was midnight, and every paitent in the ward (There was only two others now) were asleep. Except for Sirius and Remus, who both sat propped up against their pillows, talking in whispers."Its a bit strange, isn't it?" Remus asked, once he was sure no Healer was within earshot. "That they won't let us leave? I feel perfectly fine, don't you?"
Sirius nodded. "Yeah. It was only the first two days that I felt bad. But now... I feel okay. I don't see why they won't let us leave..." Sirius sighed.
Remus looked rather worried. "I haven't seen my Mum and Dad ever since I got here. Except for that one letter, saying they'd see me soon... But that was five days ago." Remus said softly.
"It doesn't make any sense. You would think your Mum and Dad would atleast check up on you, wouldn't you? And why won't they let us walk around...? We aren't dying or anything now. This place is...weird." Sirius said. Remus nodded in agreement. "You know what?" Sirius asked, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he jumped down off the bed. The second his bare feet touched the cold tile floor, he cringed. He then looked towards Remus. "I'm tired of being in the dark. I want to find out whats going on, and why we can't leave, now." Sirius said.
Remus looked reluctant. "I don't know, Sirius..." Remus wanted to find out what was going on as much as Sirius did, but still...He had a bad feeling.
"Come on, scaredy cat." Sirius grinned, before walking off in the direction of the desk, where the Healers often sat. He headed in this direction not because he wanted to speak to any of the Healers, but because he had this nagging feeling there was something on the desk. Nobody sat at the desk, all the Healers had gone somewhere. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked down at the desk. Peices of parchment, quills, and ink bottles lay messily scattered across the desk. Someone had forgotten to tidy up before going on, apparently. Sirius ruffled through the parchment, reading. Nothing really caught his eye. No clues. But then, he saw an old article of the Daily Prophet, hidden under the peices of parchment.
His interest flared as he picked up the Daily Prophet and unrolled it. The second page of the newspaper was titled,
Wizard Boy Goes Missing.
Remus Lupin, age ten, was seemingly abducted from his home on Friday night.
His parents have no clue who would kidnap their son, or why, but are now Desperately searching for their missing son. If you have any informaition on Lupin, Please contact the Missing persons office located in the Ministry of magic, By the floor network or otherwise.
Sirius blinked owlishly. This newspaper was five days old. Odd... Hadn't Remus received a letter from his parents not long ago? "Did you find anything?" He asked. Sirius jumped in surprise, whirling around to face Remus.
"Er, Yeah, I did..." Sirius said, his voice coming out in barely a whisper. He silently handed the paper over to Remus. Remus' silver gray eyes darted back and fourth as he quickly read the the article said. Once he had finished, his face was pale and his hands were shaking.
"I don't...understand...they wrote..." Remus said, trailing off. The paper fell from his hands.
"Just what are you two boys doing up?" Healer Dengar demanded coldly, standing in the doorway of the ward. His eyes were narrowed as he studied the pair of them.
Remus turned around to face the Healer, he took a step back so he was standing right beside Sirius. "Whats going on here?" Remus asked weakly.
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A/N: There it is. Sorry it took so long for me to update. If you can, will you please tell me what you think of my story? Thanks. -Moony. (PS: I put this chapter in before, but thanks to one of my reveiwers I realized most Wizards don't know how to use the phone, so there wouldn't be a 'Missing Persons' hotline. Sorry, I must've blanked out for a moment there, not realizing that... anyway, thank you for pointing this out, James Potter 09!)
Sirius woke up the next morning, feeling as if he hadn't slept at all. Sitting up, he stifled a yawn, glancing around. Where was he? Oh yes. He was in St. Mungos hospital, thanks to his Mother and Father. Was it St. Mungos hospital? Sirius thought so. How many other Wizarding hospitals were there around? None that Sirius knew of. This had to be St. Mungos. "Awake already?" The same female healer from last night - the one that had stuck him with that needle - asked, approaching his bed.
Sirius nodded, pulling himself into a sitting position, he stared bleary eyed at her. She was holding a breakfeast tray which held a small plate of some dried up fruit, some undercooked eggs, and some overcooked bacon. Sirius made a face. "Whats that?" He demanded. He didn't mean to sound rude, he knew it was someone's breakfeast - possibly his, he cringed at the thought - but the food didn't look all that edible.
"It's your breakfeast, dear." The nurse replied, placing the tray on Sirius' lap. Sirius stared down at his breakfeast.
"Oh." He said, trying not to sound too disapointed. He picked up a plastic fork and prodded the eggs. They looked almost raw. "Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll leave you to it, then." The healer smiled. She walked off, towards the other side of the ward. Sirius couldn't bring himself to eat his 'breakfeast', he could only poke at it with his fork. He did manage, however, to take a small sip of his orange juice. He immeaditly spat it back into its cup, shaking his head. It tasted horrible, as if it had gone bad ages ago.
Sirius understood that this was a hospital, and he had no right to expect to be served gourmet food, but this...this was like prison food. Sirius lifted the tray off of his lap and lightly set it down on the small table that sat nearby his bed. He would just say he still felt ill from the poison, and wasn't very hungry right now. It would be partly true... Sirius glanced around, bored. He sat in silence for a moment, but then voices rang out from the hallway. "I'm okay, really!" Someone was insisting.
"You're ill, boy. Come on..." A male Healer said, leading a pale boy with short, light brown hair through the door. Well, actually, he dragged the boy through the door.
"No, I'm fine!" The boy kept insisting. But as he spoke, he swayed on the spot. He really did look ill. Sirius frowned, looking away, towards the other side of the ward. He didn't want to look as if he were spying on them, but, being so bored there was really nothing else to do but listen. He looked back towards the pair.
"It won't kill you to just sit down a take a breather, Alright? Theres a good lad..." The Healer said, helping the boy up onto the bed nearest Sirius'. "Now, you've been poisoned...We have to give you some antidotes. Just stay - right - here." The Healer spoke slowly.
"I don't feel any differ-" The boy started to protest, but stopped mid- sentence. With a groan, he leaned over the railing of the bed. Yellow, chunky liquid spewed from the boys mouth. Feeling slightly ill himself at the sight, Sirius looked away. Once he had finished vomiting all over the floor, the boy leaned back against the white pillows, looking sheepish. "Antidote wouldn't...hurt." He mumbled
The Healer nodded, grinning despite the situaition. "Thought so. I will return soon..." Patting the boy reassuringly on the shoulder, he hurried out of the ward to go fetch the antidote.
Sirius continued to look away from the boy, until the Healer returned with the antidote. He then chanced another look in their direction. The healer had A small vial of dark navy blue liquid in his hand, and in the other a syringe. Sirius winced, looking at it, he saw a long needle. It looked worse then the IV...almost. The healer poked the needle into the potion, withdrawing some of the potion from it's vial. Once the syringe was filled, he turned back towards the boy. "This will hurt for a moment..." The Healer warned him. Sirius couldn't bear to watch anymore - he looked away. He was just becoming aquainted with the Muggle ways of healing, and already he thought the whole lot of them to be raving mad. Besides, why was St. Mungos using Muggle things in their healings? Couldn't they just wave a wand to heal someone? Or ask them to drink a potion?
Apparently not. Sirius heard the boy groan in pain, but nothing more then that. He didn't question the Healer about it or anything. "Well, that's it. You may start feeling a little drowsy...thats a nautral reaction to the antidote. No worries....You should start feeling better soon, Mr. Lupin, is it?" The Healer asked.
"Yes, Remus Lupin." The boy replied softly.
"Well, then, Mr. Lupin... I will be seeing you later." And with that said, the Healer disapeared out of the ward.
A couple of minutes passed in silence. Sirius stared down at his arm, where the IV was still stuck into his skin. It didn't hurt anymore, but through the clear tape the Healer had used to keep the IV in, Sirius could see his skin was a light blue color around the needle. A bruise. What a pain in the arse...
"Hello." A voice abruptly cut through the still silence.
Sirius jumped in surprise, and pulled his gaze away from his arm and towards the source of the voice. He saw the boy, Remus, peering curiously at him. "Hello..." Sirius echoed. More silence followed as he and Remus stared at eachother. "Er... Whats your name?" Sirius of course knew his name, he had heard him tell the Healer no more then ten minutes ago, but he was trying to strike up a conversaition, to rid the room of it's silence.
"Remus Lupin. And yours?" Remus asked, smiling.
"Sirius Black." Sirius replied, now not so afraid to actually look at Remus, now that they were actually talking. Remus had startling silver eyes - not gray, but silver. He looked around Sirius's age, ten, maybe eleven. He was thin, and appeared to be somewhat tall. Sirius couldn't tell for sure, though, as he was lying down. "What are you in here for?" Sirius asked.
Remus shrugged. "I don't know." He said truthfully. "I don't really...remember anything. I remember being with my family, it was late, and we were eating dinner. And then...nothing. I woke up, A Healer was carrying me down the hall. I told him I could walk on my own...He let me, rather reluctantly. He said I had been poisoned, I have no clue how, though..." Remus frowned.
Sirius grinned, despite it all. "Same goes for me. Though, I know how I got poisoned. My Mum did it. My Father was probably in on it too, but... I'm not sure." Sirius said.
Remus looked apalled. "Your own Mum poisoned you?" Remus asked, staring at Sirius in disbelief.
" 'Course she did. Anyway...Let's talk about something else, alright?" Sirius asked. Remus nodded. "Whats your favorite Quidditch team?"
~`~`~
Five days went by, and still, Sirius remained in the hospital. He constantly asked when he could leave, but the Healers always gave him the same answer. "Not yet, We still aren't sure if you are fit enough to leave. Just another day or so, and you can..." But another day came, and then went. Sirius wasn't even allowed to leave his bed! The same went for Remus. Neither of them were allowed to leave their beds, and the Healers gave Remus just about the same answer when he asked if he could return home to his family.
Time crept by slowly in the hospital, but it wasn't all boring. Sirius and Remus were getting to be close friends, and often talked or played Exploding Snap to pass the time. But it had been a week, and both Sirius and Remus were becoming suspicous. It was midnight, and every paitent in the ward (There was only two others now) were asleep. Except for Sirius and Remus, who both sat propped up against their pillows, talking in whispers."Its a bit strange, isn't it?" Remus asked, once he was sure no Healer was within earshot. "That they won't let us leave? I feel perfectly fine, don't you?"
Sirius nodded. "Yeah. It was only the first two days that I felt bad. But now... I feel okay. I don't see why they won't let us leave..." Sirius sighed.
Remus looked rather worried. "I haven't seen my Mum and Dad ever since I got here. Except for that one letter, saying they'd see me soon... But that was five days ago." Remus said softly.
"It doesn't make any sense. You would think your Mum and Dad would atleast check up on you, wouldn't you? And why won't they let us walk around...? We aren't dying or anything now. This place is...weird." Sirius said. Remus nodded in agreement. "You know what?" Sirius asked, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he jumped down off the bed. The second his bare feet touched the cold tile floor, he cringed. He then looked towards Remus. "I'm tired of being in the dark. I want to find out whats going on, and why we can't leave, now." Sirius said.
Remus looked reluctant. "I don't know, Sirius..." Remus wanted to find out what was going on as much as Sirius did, but still...He had a bad feeling.
"Come on, scaredy cat." Sirius grinned, before walking off in the direction of the desk, where the Healers often sat. He headed in this direction not because he wanted to speak to any of the Healers, but because he had this nagging feeling there was something on the desk. Nobody sat at the desk, all the Healers had gone somewhere. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked down at the desk. Peices of parchment, quills, and ink bottles lay messily scattered across the desk. Someone had forgotten to tidy up before going on, apparently. Sirius ruffled through the parchment, reading. Nothing really caught his eye. No clues. But then, he saw an old article of the Daily Prophet, hidden under the peices of parchment.
His interest flared as he picked up the Daily Prophet and unrolled it. The second page of the newspaper was titled,
Wizard Boy Goes Missing.
Remus Lupin, age ten, was seemingly abducted from his home on Friday night.
His parents have no clue who would kidnap their son, or why, but are now Desperately searching for their missing son. If you have any informaition on Lupin, Please contact the Missing persons office located in the Ministry of magic, By the floor network or otherwise.
Sirius blinked owlishly. This newspaper was five days old. Odd... Hadn't Remus received a letter from his parents not long ago? "Did you find anything?" He asked. Sirius jumped in surprise, whirling around to face Remus.
"Er, Yeah, I did..." Sirius said, his voice coming out in barely a whisper. He silently handed the paper over to Remus. Remus' silver gray eyes darted back and fourth as he quickly read the the article said. Once he had finished, his face was pale and his hands were shaking.
"I don't...understand...they wrote..." Remus said, trailing off. The paper fell from his hands.
"Just what are you two boys doing up?" Healer Dengar demanded coldly, standing in the doorway of the ward. His eyes were narrowed as he studied the pair of them.
Remus turned around to face the Healer, he took a step back so he was standing right beside Sirius. "Whats going on here?" Remus asked weakly.
~`~`~
A/N: There it is. Sorry it took so long for me to update. If you can, will you please tell me what you think of my story? Thanks. -Moony. (PS: I put this chapter in before, but thanks to one of my reveiwers I realized most Wizards don't know how to use the phone, so there wouldn't be a 'Missing Persons' hotline. Sorry, I must've blanked out for a moment there, not realizing that... anyway, thank you for pointing this out, James Potter 09!)