August 16, 2003
Disclaimer: I, TiniTinuviel, am in no way associated with Ms. J.K Rowling, Scholastic Books, or Warner Bros. Harry Potter and all of it's characters, etc. belong, in turn, to all of the aforementioned parties and their subsidiaries. I claim nothing save for the particular plot of this piece of fan fiction and selected characters, namely Eleanor, Kyren Whitford, and Larna.
*Author Notes*: Okay, okay, I know… three weeks is much too long a time to spend in between updates, I'm sorry! You all must thank NightSpear for getting me off of my boo-tay and posting this chapter! (I know I do!) I was having some issues with bits of it but I now believe that I have resolved those issues, thus, the update! Whoo hoo! But since I took so bloody long updating, review reviews are going to the end! And you'll be happy to know that this chapter is about three times longer than the first two! Yay!
*But before we start, a request from a lowly writer! Since NightSpear is the whole reason why this chapter got up, you MUST go read one of her fics!! Phoenix of the Elements is absolutely fabulous and will definitely keep you wrapped up in it! And she's just about to reveal the big secret everyone's been waiting for! Don't miss it! So, most definitely, THANK YOU NightSpear!!
*Where we left our characters last time: Harry has just been admitted into St. Mungo's after being taken there by his lovely godfather, Sirius. Sirius, however, is totally freaked out (who wouldn't be?) and after answering loads of questions for the hospital has escaped the glance of a stingy orderly to find our hero in the labyrinthine hospital! So, without any further ado, I give Chapter Three of Tell it to My Face.
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The two remaining Marauders paced a circle into the corridor outside of room 293. It felt like days to their tired minds, but it couldn't have been more than an hour.
Sirius had found Room 293 easily enough and when he stood outside the window, peering into the chamber before him, not a soul said a word to him. He would have remained at his self-applied post into eternity if it meant being there for Harry.
Remus was glad just to have found Sirius at all. Stevens hadn't seen Sirius run off as he had slipped by while the forms were being signed and so Remus had run all through the hospital down hallways and corridors until he saw the dark haired figure pacing in front of a cracked open door.
Fearing the worst, Remus had run down the hallway to the dark haired man and as he came closer, he could see the blood that covered his once clean clothes, sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow and hands wringing furiously as he fought vainly to keep himself occupied.
"Sirius!" Remus called, sprinting to reach his friend once more.
"Remus," he breathed, running to meet him. "Thank God you're here!"
"Is Harry alright? Are you okay?" they exclaimed at the same time.
Sirius started, "Yeah, I'm alright, just really shaken up I guess. I don't know how Harry is doing. I've been pacing outside his door for an hour now and all I've heard are medical spells and…" it all spilled out, "doctors yelling… and more spells…" he looked to the floor, "and… and I heard him crying… He's in so much pain, Remus; I don't know what to do!"
Remus felt the pain behind the words mingle in with his own fear but he forced himself to speak logically. "Right now there's nothing you can do. We're just going to have to wait it out, I guess." Sirius didn't want to hear this so Remus searched for something to comfort him. "But you said you heard him crying?"
"Mmm hmm…" he nodded, his arms crossed protectively over his chest.
"Well that has to be good at least. If he's crying he's awake and if he can feel pain then he probably will make it out just fine, right?" he said, knowing he was trying to convince himself along with Sirius.
"I suppose so," came the uncertain reply.
"Come on, let's head back to his room, maybe they'll have some news for us," and they turned to walk back to the cracked open door across from the nurses station and sat down, agitated.
But all too soon, Remus had discovered why Sirius had been so panicked when he met him in the hallway. From the continuous sounds of spells and voices of doctors and nurses coming out to the hallway, Remus was getting closer to the edge, too. And with the thought that this had already been going on for an hour… they must have gotten to him just in time.
Before long, Sirius was up and pacing again, dying to give himself something to do. He wrung his bloodstained hands continuously, chewing on his lip, head continuously whipping to the door at every sound made.
Soon, Sirius had led Remus to feel so tense that he too stood up and began pacing. The final two Marauders began their joint circular path in front of Room 293 and the fast voices within carried on.
After a while, a curly haired nurse walked out of the room; Sirius and Remus froze to look expectantly at her.
"Gentlemen," she began, "my name is Kyren Whitford; I'm a nurse here at St. Mungo's."
"Remus Lupin," Remus said, quickly shaking her hand.
"I'm Harry's godfather," his friend said, almost absentmindedly, yet almost inaudibly.
"It's a pleasure to meet both of you," she began, releasing Sirius' rough hands, "but I'm afraid I must ask you two to sit down. We know you are very worried and agitated about his whole ordeal but we can see you through the window, and I'm afraid it's making us nervous as well."
"Oh, we're- we're so sorry Ms… Ms…" he had already forgotten.
"Whitford," she finished for him.
"Yes, Ms. Whitford. We're sorry, we didn't realize," Remus began.
"It's alright, Mr. Lupin. Just, please, relax. You two have had a very rough night from what I've heard; a rough few days for that matter. You need your rest as much as he does," and with that she turned to go back into the room, leaving the two men behind; leaving them to wonder how she'd "heard" about the past few days. Harry's violent disappearance wasn't something that was too well known to the commoners of the community. Could word really have spread that fast? Or was she getting her information straight from the source?
They shared the same fearful glance at one another before stepping quickly to the window, faces pressed to the glass to see what was happening, but whether for good or ill, they could see nothing of Harry except for the heels of his feet which, uncomfortingly, twitched and jerked. The dark haired nurse seemed to be trying to comfort him while two healers, plus Ms. Whitford and a blonde woman exchanged places in restraint and casting spells.
They stood with their arms crossed over their chests, staring into the window, gazing at the people before them. They could still hear the sounds of their voices and, faintly, the sound of a struggled voice pleading with one painful, quavering word: "S-S-Siri…ius…"
At that moment the world stopped spinning and the stars stopped burning; the only thing that mattered had only lived for sixteen years. Uneasily, they feared he might not live much longer.
Sirius couldn't take it anymore. He nerves had already been on the edge of breaking down, but now they were shattered into thousands of pieces. Quickly he turned, leaving Remus behind, and walked swiftly off to the waiting room at the end of the hall, hoping to God that nobody would see him cry. He couldn't hear anything of Harry from down this far and the nearly empty room left him room to pace, chewing on his thumb and finally to sit alone, trying fruitlessly to sort out his thoughts and sit in peace.
It was here that he sat for another two hours. Sat. Stood. Paced. Worried. How it was only two hours he wondered many times. On one scale, it seemed more like a decade had passed; on another scale, he had been so consumed in his thoughts that two hours seemed too long of a time.
Occasionally, while he sat there, somebody else would come in and sit down, obviously waiting for their loved ones, just like he was. Some crying, some silent, but all seemed to regard him with more respect and feeling than anyone else. Not once did someone edge away, but they gave him his space and not a word was said to him. The only communication he had was from a kind old woman who gave him an encouraging smile and a small, pigtailed girl who took one of his hands as he sat bent over his knees for the umpteenth time, and said, "Don't cry. Your daddy will be okay, too."
Sirius looked up at her, a bit startled, eyes shining, brimming with tears. "He'll be okay. Mummy says it's just a scratch. He'll be back soon. You'll see."
"I hope so," he had said to her, voice tight, and the small four year old was taken away into the arms of her mother as they passed back through the doors leading to the patients' hallways.
And now here he was, hunched over, hands in his hair, muscles tensed, nerves on end with the words of a four year old running through his mind. "It's just a scratch. He'll be back soon. You'll see."
You'll see.
'Yes, I suppose we will. But if it's not? What if he's died? What will we do next? Where do we go from here?'
And this was how his time was passed, contemplating whatever came to his distraught mind, trying to ignore the coughing man beside him, never noticing when a friendly face would come in to check on him; none of them ever breaking his silent prayers. None, except the one who feared him the least.
"Sirius?" a quiet voice gently prodded him. He started. He hadn't even noticed Remus' quiet footsteps approaching him, or the fact that he had squatted down in front of him so that they were eye level. "Sirius, it's time to go home. There's nothing we can do here. Kyren came out again and told me that it looks like he'll pull through. He's banged up pretty badly, but they're sure he's going to make it. It sounds like they got him to sleep, but nobody is allowed in yet. The doctors said they'd call us if anything happened."
Sirius raised his head from his shaking hands to look at Remus through wet, tired, worried eyes. "I can't. I just can't l-leave him here, all al-alone…" he trailed off. He threw his head back into his hands, wiping furiously at his eyes.
He just couldn't understand why he was falling apart like this. Why now?
He'd been so clear headed when he'd found Harry. When he saw the state he was in, the blood and… he'd immediately taken his cloak off and thrown it around the shivering body before him and Remus had thrown him his own cloak to hold tightly over Harry's neck, trying to stop the flow of blood. Nothing was helping, though; they were forced to move him.
Sirius had picked him up, cradling the sixteen year old in his arms, trying with all of his might to make sure not to jostle him and cause the blood to flow even more. He had run into a clearing, Remus and some of the professors and Aurors scattering the last of the Death Eaters. Voldemort was long gone.
But once he hit that clearing… he'd almost dropped Harry when he saw him properly. The blood from his scar had run down across his ashen face, onto his throat, where it was met by the stream from his neck. His hands were raw and cracked, also bleeding. His robes were badly torn and his body hung in his arms as if some limp, ragged doll.
He had frozen up. He, Sirius, Harry's godfather, had frozen up. Right when Harry needed him the most.
Remus must have noticed the look in his old friends eyes because he took his hands into his own. "Sirius, don't do this to yourself. You found him. If it weren't for you, he'd be dead right now. Hey, don't look down," and he pushed his chin up, "look at me. You know it's true, Sirius. Nothing we could have done could have prevented this."
Sirius' tears slipped silently over his downcast eyelashes and splashed on the clean, white floor of the hospital.
"But I froze up, Remus. I froze up! How long did it take you to find us? He could have been here, getting help, but no! I panicked and he was dying and I just… stopped." He was very upset. "Did you see him, Remus? How white he was? And all of that blood… I haven't seen that much blood since Peter blew the street apart fifteen years ago. And that had how many people? And it took me ages to get over that image. Ages! And I wasn't even responsible for them!" He was shaking now and his tears feel freely, his shoulders heaving with the sobs he had tried so hard to hold back.
"Hey, its okay, everything is going to be fine," Remus said, upset that his friend was hurting so much, but also grieving from the sight he'd had of the young boy that evening. It scared him so much but he forced the thoughts away for Sirius' sake, but one thing was upsetting him even more…
"You weren't there for more than a minute. We saw you run out and we followed you. He's a tough kid. He'll make it," and he nodded largely so Sirius would see it.
'Nothing we could have done could have prevented this'.
Sirius looked up at Remus, sniffling, but nodded as well.
"Alright?" asked Remus, "We'd better be going. Come on," and both men stood up and walked away from the Boy-Who-Lived. One happy to be getting the other away from the situation, the other trying to regain his composure, not truly wanting to go.
"Wait!" the young, blond woman called, running up from behind them. "Wait!" They turned. "You're Mr. Potter's relatives, right?"
"Well, not really," replied Remus hesitantly as Sirius wiped his eyes. "This is his godfather, and we are all staying in his home for a short time."
This didn't seem to concern the nurse in the least. "Well, that means you're Professor Lupin and Sirius, correct?" They nodded a bit hesitantly at the mention of Sirius' name. They thought they'd been careful about that. But the nurse didn't seem to notice or care. "Well, he's awake if you'd like to come see him," she stated.
"He's awake?" Sirius asked shakily.
"Yes," she sighed, "we can't seem to get him to fall asleep entirely. Every time we think we've done it, we move to leave and he opens his eyes again. In any case, you can go see him you'd like; he isn't talking yet, and we're not pushing him to do so." She paused, letting them soak in this new information.
"But, wasn't he talking earlier?" Sirius asked quietly.
"Yes, he was for awhile. He stopped around two hours ago. Not a word since. We think it's just too painful for him to keep speaking. He hasn't made a noise. He'll tense up, but he won't let any form of sound escape him," she told them sympathetically. "Has anyone told you anything of his condition yet?" she continued, trying to edge away from that particular topic.
"Yes, we've been told. Thank you very much," Remus replied sincerely.
The young woman nodded, "He's in Room 293; this way."
"Thank you," and she turned and walked back towards Harry's room. "Come on, Sirius, let's go see him before we go home."
They already knew what room he was in of course, with all that pacing, probably everybody knew what room the famous Harry Potter was in, but the young woman had been so polite about it that they didn't want to say anything. As they reached Harry's door, the woman, a nurse named Larna, entered, but Sirius stopped.
"What is it?" Remus asked.
"I don't think I can do this."
'Shit,' he thought, but he recovered quickly.
"Of course you can. It's just Harry; they said he's fine." When this didn't seem to work, he said, "I'll go in first if you like."
"Yeah, go ahead," said Sirius quietly, and watched Remus enter Harry's quiet room.
But being told of Harry's condition was very different from actually seeing it. The bruising, the gashes, the swelling, and the devastation all sounded like so much less than they were when a curly haired nurse sits down to discuss it with you after offering you some tea.
St. Mungo's being a wizarding hospital, magic was the chief source of healing, however, never all healing was done magically. There were occasionally cases in which Muggle medicine was used.
Even the greatest of healers could not deny that some patients simply weren't stable enough to handle all spells and treatments.
Harry turned out to be one such case.
He was placed in what the wizarding community called 'Mortal Distress,' what Muggles would call an Intensive Care Unit, and there was no wondering why.
There were thin tubes running from the head of his bed down to his arms, dripping clear liquid from bags into his still hands, one dripping red, presumably into the crook of his arm. Another tube ran beneath his nose and behind his ears. Wires ran from his bedside to his forehead and his chest. It almost made him appear tied down.
'Were you tied down, Harry? Were you held down with ropes and spells, unable to use your wand to defend yourself against those that hate you so much?' Remus thought in his own strange, poetic way.
White bandages littered his skin, and Remus noted a particularly large one on the back of his neck, still spotting red, as Larna urged the boy to roll to his side. After over three hours, it was still bleeding.
'Your injuries run deep, we can all see that, but it's not the physical hurts that you'll carry forever. The blood will wash away and the wounds will heal. Scars may lie across the surface, but nobody will see the scars that hurt you the most. Why didn't we get there sooner?'
Larna, who was probably in her late twenties, bent over the small figure in the lonely bed, resting the back of her hand against his forehead and his cheek. She whispered to him and he seemed to nod slightly as he lay otherwise still in his bed. She leaned over him, blond hair falling across her face as she pressed her palm against his back, just below his neck. Remus noted that she was holding one of Harry's hands as she did this and that his whole arm tensed at her touch, his grip grew tighter, yet he did not move, nor did he make a sound.
'Such strength in a child; children should not know pain like this. Nor should they have to fight it as he does. As I did.'
Her hand moved slowly down his spine, resting on his lower back when she whispered to him again. She removed her hand and he released his grip as she reached to his side table for a glass of what looked like water. She held the drink steady for him, helping him with the straw and he sipped it slowly as she brushed the hair from his forehead.
"That's fine, Harry," she said in soft tones, Remus finally close enough to catch her words. Taking the glass away from him when he couldn't drink any more, she continued, "Now you just rest. That will start working soon, but you need to stay relaxed for it to work properly. Are you comfortable where you're at?" A minute nod followed that she seemed to accept as she inspected something on his arm. "We're always here if you need anything, just let us know. Eleanor or myself will be back to check on you in a little bit."
With a final touch to his hand, she slipped softly from the room, stopping by Remus to quietly urge, "Go ahead. He's stable for now, but very tired. A potion for the pain is what is in the glass," she added as she was sure he was curious, "and it will eventually put him to sleep. He can have a bit more in half an hour if he's not asleep by then." Remus looked worn and weary, but determined to talk to the boy he also considered a godson. He took a step forward before she caught his arm.
"Please," she begged, "please don't try to keep him awake. It's a miracle he's even alive and it's an even bigger miracle that you've been allowed to see him. Keep watch over him and cheer him if you will, but let him sleep if he desires it. He's in good hands," she assured, and she slipped past him out the door to speak with Sirius. With a nod of her head some time later, she left the dark haired man standing in the corridor.
Feeling a bit more nervous than he thought he ought to, Remus made his way further into the room, closer to the bed against the far wall. With wonder, he could see that bruises once covered his skin. Large traces of the yellow discoloration still tainted his flesh, tracing along his arm that lay over the coverlet; a particularly greenish flaw staining his cheekbone was hardly visible from his stand point mid-room.
Taking a long breath before finishing the journey to Harry's bedside, he made his way to the curled up figure before him.
Harry was lying on his side, facing away from the door, still unmoving. His eyes were barely open, and renegade drops of sweat flitted down his pale face and neck. He was taking quiet, small breaths; so small you could barely make out his chest rising. From some far away place, Harry could recall that he'd had too many stitches to count overall and, unconsciously, he didn't want to move lest the pain should return full force. The uncomfortable sounds of so many voices and the feeling of hands upon him, friendly and otherwise, lingered as sleep began to overcome him. He left his hands to lie in front of him as if he was praying but that wasn't what caught Remus' eye. Harry wore what looked like a forearm guard Medieval knights and warriors wore but for a few differences. For starters, this one was purple, slightly shimmery, and had the appearance of being covered in large fish scales. On it were two sets of numbers, what they meant Remus did not know. The set of numbers on the left seemed rather high; it read 83 but if this was good or bad, he couldn't tell. The number on the right was an 8, but its purpose also posed a mystery. There was no writing on this device and none of the nurses had said anything about it.
Remus finished his approach carefully and sat down in the chair in front of him. Harry was clearly very much out of it; the potion was obviously doing its job. He took the younger's hands into his own, lightly rubbing the tape holding the IV's in place, glancing at the information tag around his wrist, and started to speak.
"Hey, Harry," he said quietly, and slowly, Harry's hazy eyes opened enough to look at the man sitting before him, barely recognizing his professor and his father's old friend. "How are you feeling?" and Harry let his eyes return to their previous state. "That bad, huh?" and Harry nodded. He paused. He truly was at a loss for words so he said the first thing that came to mind.
"Do you know what happened, Harry?"
A small nod.
"Are you alright?"
No reply.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," he said emphatically, grazing his hand across his face, "we tried to get to you sooner. As soon as we heard you were gone we went searching…"
"R-…Re…m-m-mus…" Harry barely managed to croak out.
"No, Harry, don't. Don't try to speak, just be quiet."
"R-Re...mus… d-don't…" he tried again, but broke off coughing. He knew deep down that they would never let him be taken without a fight.
"Okay, Harry, I won't, just please, don't say anything. Just rest, okay?" he said apologetically.
Harry nodded between his coughs and Remus helped to ease him back into his comfortable position.
After a bit of a difficult pause, Remus started to rack his brain for anything to get Harry's mind off of his current situation. Feeling uneasy, he said, "Ireland won their last Quidditch game," thinking all the while that it was quite the inappropriate topic for the current situation, but when Harry looked up he knew he had to keep talking.
"Yeah, everyone was going crazy, they were so excited." Harry's gaze had yet to falter. "They had been down for a long time by quite a bit, I heard. But Chekov took a Bludger to the head by Scrafold just as O'Brien aimed for the center hoop. Chekov was out of the game and O'Brien ended up scoring. Then Townsend came out and caught the snitch in the end to finish the game after four and half hours; two-hundred and sixty points to two-hundred and fifty."
Harry smiled. He always loved to hear about seekers coming out and winning the impossible games, especially from Remus. Somehow hearing about the little guy winning it for the team coming from a bit of a social outcast such as Remus always gave him hope, especially when times got hard. He supposed it made him feel better about himself. About his situation.
"And Bulgaria won their last game too," he continued, almost desperately. "Looks like France is out of the running for the Cup. Viktor got a standing ovation according to The Daily Prophet," Remus added, figuring Harry would be happy to hear about his old friend; he hadn't heard from Krum in awhile, only the short catches he heard through Hermione. "Do you think those two will be at it again at the World Cup this year?" Remus asked, desperate to get Harry into the conversation, even if he did it mutely. He felt like a radio broadcaster from the Muggle world.
Harry made a face and shook his head. His clarity of mind was returning against the will of his potion, slowly but surely. Ireland had lost quite a few good players since the last World Cup. They probably wouldn't be returning any time soon, and while Bulgaria and Viktor Krum were doing famously, they seemed too tired since the Cup to carry on strong enough to race for it again.
The older man knew this and after giving the younger time to think about this, he bent his mind to try and find some more pieces of information to coax Harry with.
"And you got a letter from Wood the other day," he started, "It came with a letter to Alicia so of course the whole House read it and knows of its contents," and Harry laughed silently at the habits of his peers. "It seems as if he's being scouted for Iceland. He's been out to see their fields and training and it sounds like he's going to be signing his contract pretty soon. He's traveling back with them to England this March. He already sent tickets to the match to the entire Gryffindor team and an extra one for you." Harry's eyes lit up with the possibility of seeing his old friend play professionally; another dream come true. "He did, however," Remus cut in, "make sure to tell you that you need to watch their seeker closely, of course. I believe his direct quote was, 'I even managed to scrape an extra ticket for you, Potter, but make sure you don't bring your girlfriend along. Their seeker is incredible and I don't want you missing any of his movements because you're snogging her under the stands,'" which made Remus' eyes light up with laughter, a laughter that hadn't been allowed since the younger's disappearance.
Harry made a smiling face that said, "That sounds like Wood," and he sighed. He felt so heavy with exhaustion.
On that nearly happy note, and clearly at another loss for words, the two found silence once more. However, after some serious deliberation with himself, Remus began speaking again.
"Harry," he started slowly, "what happened? How did they get you?"
But Harry only looked down again, refusing to look Lupin in the eye. A strange sort of chill seemed to wash over him and he pulled his blankets closer to him, 'As if he's protecting himself,' Remus noted immediately. Quite suddenly, Harry began coughing again and this time Remus was quick to help soothe the pain that it inflicted.
Laying him back once more, the professor thought of how he hated seeing his young student lying helpless in a hospital bed gasping for air amidst his raw and torn throat. He would have given anything to get him out, but this wasn't possible. Instead, he opted for a more immediate gratification; he decided to bring in Sirius and reunite the two after traumatic days that felt like millennia.
"Sirius is here," he started carefully, "Do you want me to go get him?" and Harry looked up at him, the faintest of smiles appearing on his lips and he nodded again. "I'll be right back, okay?"
And so he stood up and walked over to the door where Sirius had been standing; he hadn't heard anything that had been said; he'd been too lost in his own thoughts to eavesdrop.
"He wants to see you," were Remus' short words and slowly, Sirius made his way into the room, numbly sitting where his best friend had just been. But seeing Harry again, his eyes closed in rest and his shattered body covered in the faded green hospital blankets, made all of the emotions come back and he took Harry's hands, making him look up once more and he saw his godfather's eyes welling up.
"Harry, I'm so sorry," he whispered, quickly looking down.
But Harry didn't understand and this certainly wasn't what he expected from his godfather. What did he have to feel sorry for? Why was he crying?
He looked up behind Sirius to where Remus was standing, his brow lightly furrowed in confusion. Remus gave him a look that said, "I'll tell you later" and Harry nodded again in slight understanding.
He shifted his hands so that he could take one of Sirius' and his godfather looked up. Harry was giving him a smile that said, "It's okay. Everything is alright," and Sirius smiled too, but now the tears were really coming. "I have to go," he said quickly, and left the room without another word.
"He's been really upset ever since you disappeared," Remus told him after a moment's pause, sitting down in the chair once more. "He's the one that saw you first and brought you here. You really scared him. He didn't think you'd make it." He paused again; Harry sighed. "He loves you very much, you know. We all do," and now Harry's eyes were welling up.
Remus brushed some of Harry's wet hair off of his forehead, placing it behind his ear as Harry took in a ragged breath. Remus gave him a minute before continuing. Harry was closing his eyes, probably trying to hide the tears, or maybe his potion was finally kicking in.
"Sirius and I have to go home for the night but we'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Harry nodded. "The Weasleys and Hermione already know you're here. Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were with us when we found you. I'm sure Ron has exhausted them for all information and that he's told Hermione by now." Remus waited again, allowing all of the news to sink in before he finished. "Do you want them to come and visit tomorrow or the day after, or do you want us to have them wait until you feel a little better?"
But Harry didn't reply. Exhausted beyond belief, he had finally fallen asleep, all looks of pain and confusion momentarily forgotten from his features. Remus smiled and pulled his covers up, kissing him lightly on the temple, and quietly left him to regaining the rest that he had so dearly earned.
As the door clicked softly behind him, Harry opened his eyes and smiled again before falling into what would be a quiet, peaceful, sleep.
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*So what do you think? I know I sort of write in circles (if you haven't noticed). Is it too confusing that way, or are you still with me? (I'm hoping for the latter!) Drop me a line and let me know what's on your mind! (Hey, that rhymed! Awesome!) And don't worry, the plot will pick up soon.
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NightSpear: I'm glad you like it so far! And as for Stevens, I'm thinking he's the kind of guy that's a bit jaded by his job, but oddly still really into it. As long as the patients walk out healthy, the "idiot" families don't matter. And as for whether Sirius is cleared or not, that's coming up in a bit! :D And thanks for letting me know I've got Harry's birthday right! Lol!
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