All Alone
Chapitre vingt (I think! oh well, you guys know which chapter it is)
A/N: As you know, some asshole erased my story from the folder it was in. Anyway, before I get to ranting, I'll just start the ENTIRE CHAPTER OVER! AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!
Chapter 20
Disclaimer: anyone who thinks I own Sirius or Remus (Don't I wish!) or Hogwarts or whatever else.
LET'S GO!
"Sirius, *please* GET UP OFF THE FLOOR!" Remus begged his very hammered friend, who was currently crawling around on the floor on all fours.
Sirius simply rolled over with a loud, high pitched giggle. "Whassa matter, Moony?" he slurred, gripping the countertop, and managing to force himself up on his feet. "I know! You need to have some good ole fashioned fun!" He held out the three quarters empty bottle of firewhisky to Remus in a shaking hand. "Go on! Have some!"
"No thanks." Remus snatched up the bottle and and put in the liquor cabinet. "You need to get to sleep. Come on." He put a hand on Sirius's shoulder, and not surprisingly, he yanked away.
"I'm not tired!" he snapped, staggering across the room and trying to jump on the countertop. After falling twice, he finally got a fairly sturdy position. "You're so boring sometimes! Hey, hey, I know! Let's dump that anti-hair solution all over Snape again! Ha, 'member that, Moony? He was bald for two weeks, even his eyebrows! 'Member that?"
"Yes, Sirius." Remus said patiently. "I also remember getting a month of detention from McGonagall."
"You're such a killjoy!" Sirius whined. "You remember the boring stuff. You've gotten to be an old man who never wants to have any fun!"
Remus was more than willing to overlook that statement, but the next really pissed him off.
"I bet if James was here, he'd wanna do it!" Sirius glared at Sirius with glassy eyes.
"James isn't here, Sirius." Remus said angrily. "You of all people should know that!"
"And you're a lousy replacement, too!" Sirius shouted drunkenly. "Me and James used to have so much fun and now I'm stuck with you! The only reason I bother to hang around you is because Prongs is dead and Peter's a worthless traitor! I can remember in school what a loser you and Peter were. Me and James were cool guys, so we decided to hang out with you and hope that some of our coolness would rub off on you, but no way. We never could get you off our back, even though we did feel sorry for you. No one but us would want to hang out with a werewolf."
It took a moment for the cruel words to sink in. Remus felt his jaw dropping at Sirius's nerve. *He's drunk... he doesn't mean it... he'll regret this in the morning...* As much as he tried to tell himself this, it still hurt.
Sirius must have noticed the hurt expression on Remus's face, because his tone switched from mocking to pitying. "Oh and now you're upset, Moony. Don't be. It's not your fault that you're the way you are! Some people were just dealt different hands in life. I'm still your friend, Moony!" He tried to pat Remus's shoulder, but Remus jerked away. "Fine then! I try and be nice to you and this is how you thank me!"
Remus suddenly strode open to the back door and yanked it open. "If you feel so strongly," his voice trembled dangerously. "Then get out. I've had it up to here."
Sirius all of a sudden turned into a big wuss. "Are you serious?" he squeaked. "You can't make me leave, Moony! The dementors'll be all over me in five minutes! You won't do that to me, Moony, right?"
Remus stared down disgustedly at Sirius, who one moment before had been insulting him, and was now groveling and mewling before him. "Get up!" he snapped, grabbing Sirius by the arm and pulling him to his feet. "You're going to bed." He steered him roughly toward his own room.
"Okay! Lemme go!" Sirius snapped, before turning green. "Bathroom!!!" He ripped himself free from Remus's grip and stumbled down the hallway, just making it into the bathroom. Remus shortly heard the sounds of vomit spewing into the toilet bowl. Remus sighed and followed his friend into the bathroom.
Sirius was down on all fours gasping for breath now. Remus knelt down beside him and put a comforting hand on Sirius's back. With his other hand, he reached over and flushed the toilet.
"Come on, Sirius," he said patiently. "Get up. There you go." He said, now speaking to Sirius as though he were a three year old... or Violet during one of her hormonally induced fits. He lifted Sirius up easily under the arms. "Here." he handed Sirius a small cup of water. "Rinse out your mouth. Your breath reeks."
"Why?" Sirius whimpered sadly. "There's no point. I'm just a big fuck-up."
"Because I'm going to let you sleep in my bed and there is no way you're drooling all over my pillows with your breath smelling like that." Remus said cheerfully, holding the cup out to Sirius. Sirius took it and splashed water in his mouth and all over his face. He sloshed the water in his mouth and spit it into the sink. He looked so sad and pitiful that Remus actually felt kind of bad for him.
"There you go, Sir." Remus draped Sirius's arm across his own shoulders. "Come on. Go to bed."
Sirius, now quiet, allowed Remus to lead him to the bedroom. With his other hand Remus lifted up the coverlet and let Sirius drop onto the bed. By the way he went limp, Remus could tell he'd passed out for the rest of the night. With a relieved sigh, he laid down on the couch and fell asleep there.
*Next Morning*
"Someone kill the sun!!!" was the first thing Remus heard when he woke up the next morning. He smirked into his pillow at the pitiful whining. He rolled over and fell on the floor.
"Ow..." he grunted, then grinned evilly. "What's the matter, Padfoot?" Remus called teasingly from the floor. "Is it a bit bright in there? Does Paddy-waddy have a hangover?"
"Shut the hell up and do something about the light!" Sirius snarled and then whimpered. "I swear, I'm going to be sick!"
"All right. Hold on, Sir." Remus stood up and headed to his room, stretching. Sirius was curled up on the bed with the pillow covering his head. Remus flicked his wand at the windows, which turned into brick walls. "Better?" Remus asked, his voice oozing sarcastic sympathy.
"Yes." Sirius voice cracked, and he pulled his head out from under the pillow.
"Ugh." Remus said, looking at Sirius's face. His skin was deathly pale with a sickly green tint. His shadowy eyes had very dark circles under them and he looked very peaky. "Damn, firewhisky certainly does take a toll on one in the morning. Take a potion and go back to sleep." Remus strode foreward and pulled a strong painkiller that also made people go to sleep out of his night table. "Here." he thrust it into Sirius's hand and he eagerly took it. Almost immediately, he fell back onto the pillow and started snoring lightly.
Remus sighed in relief, headed into the kitchen, and took a gulp of milk from the carton. Almost immediately, he heard a female voice. "Remus?" He pulled the journal out of his pocket and opened it. Violet's grinning face stared back at him.
"Hey, Vi!" he said with a smile. "You look a lot better! How are you feeling?"
"Better." he could see the grin on her face sag slightly, but it perked up when she asked, "When can I go home? The dragon lady's driving me insane!"
Remus laughed. "In a couple of days, Violet."
"Man." she grumbled. "Will you at least come see me today?"
"Certainly." Remus replied. "I have to shower and write a note to Sirius and I'll be there soon."
"How is Sirius?" Violet asked, concerned.
"Right now, he's sleeping off a hangover." Remus grinned. "He seems to have taken a liking to my firewhisky. At least he stayed out of my tequila."
"Well, that certainly sounds like Sirius." Violet grinned in reply.
"Well, I'll be there soon, Vi. Love you." Remus said.
"I love you too." Violet's face disappeared from the page, leaving blank parchment. Remus shut the book and disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, after the shower and scribbling a note to Sirius, he was ready to leave. His hair was still a bit damp, but he seriously doubted that Violet would care. It would be coated in soot when he slid out of the fireplace anyway.
Sure enough, three minutes later, he slid out of the Hospital Wing fireplace and made it to his feet smoothly, brushing ashes off of his old robes. Violet was scribbling something on an old peice of parchment. She held it up and Remus could make out a 10 scrawled across the paper. He laughed and headed over toward Violet's bed. He greeted her with a quick hug and sat down in the shabby chair beside the bed. "How are you feeling? You look better."
"I feel a lot better." Violet said truthfully, then an even bigger grin spread across her face. "In fact, I feel so good, I'm ready to go home about now."
"Ha ha." Remus said dryly. "Nice try, Violet. Sirius and I want you to come home but you have to stay here for a couple more days."
"Man..." she grumbled.
"Well, how have you been doing?" Remus pressed. "Have you had any trouble eating?"
"No." Violet said, avoiding Remus's eyes. "No trouble at all."
"Why do you even bother lying to me, Violet?" Remus said, disgusted. "You know perfectly well that I don't buy it for a second. Now seriously, have you had any trouble eating?"
Violet sighed, knowing she couldn't win with him. He wasn't exactly as stubborn as Sirius, but he had some mulishness to him. "All right, all right. I've been having trouble eating it all, but no biggie. I've managed to keep whatever I can eat down."
"That's good. Pretty soon, your stomach'll expand a bit more and you can hold all of your food in."
"I hope so." Violet shuddered, shoveling another forkful of eggs into her mouth.
"I'm proud of you, Vi." Remus said sincerely.
Violet sat still, not moving the fork a moment. *Not this again*... she thought desperately. "Whatever..." she muttered, concentrating hard on her plate.
"What's the matter, Violet?" Remus teased. "Modest, are we?"
Violet looked up at him and glared and he immediately backed off. It wasn't an annoyed glare, it was an angry and hurt one.
"Chill, Violet! It was a joke!" Remus said, putting a hand on her arm.
"It wasn't funny!" Violet shouted, yanking away, then lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Rem." she whispered. "I just hate it when people say that garbage..."
"Why?" Remus asked in that confused way that seemed to guilt her more than words ever could. "There a lot worse things I could have said."
"I know. I just... don't like it, that's all." Violet said, looking trapped.
Remus stared at her incredulously, before sighing and putting his hand back on her arm. "All right, Violet. You win. I won't say it anymore if it bothers you so much."
Violet couldn't believe it. That was too easy. "Thanks..." she said embarrassed.
"No problem." Remus arched his eyebrow at her red face and squeezed her arm reassuringly.
"Anyway, maybe you can help me with my missing assignments. Merlin knows I have more than I can handle on my own." She lugged an enormous book over the side of the bed and dropped it on her lap. "This is just Transfiguration. I haven't been able to understand almost half of this bloody book. Right now, I'm on body part transformations. It starts on the finger."
Remus leaned over, read the first sentence, and immediately started explaining it to Violet. Violet listened in awe at how simple he made Advanced Transfiguration sound. In ten minutes she was able to Transfigure her entire hand into a steely talon, make her scar disappear for an hour, and give herself a temporary tattoo on her wrist. "But I still don't get how you transfigure an eye. It seems so complicated."
"It is. I had plenty of trouble with it when I was learning. Nearly half of my year failed Transfiguration because of it. McGonagall was ruthless."
"Then I'm screwed..." Violet moaned.
"Not really. I can help you out. See, the structure of the eye is terribly complicated. See the diagram?" Remus pointed to the small diagram on the page. "You have to understand the structure of the eye perfectly before you can transfigure your own eye, or it could go very wrong. You'll have to study that diagram over and over until you've memorized it."
"Oh, boy." she said dryly.
Remus laughed and took her hand in his and kissed it lightly. Violet cocked her eyebrows at the old-fashioned, though sweet gesture. Remus looked at the huge clock at the far end of the hospital wing. "I've got to go, Vi. I need to talk to Sirius. I'll be back to see you later on tonight."
"Okay, Rem." Violet said, wrapping him in a warm embrace for a couple of seconds. "But who'll protect me from the dragon lady?" she whimpered.
"Just be the big, brave Gryffindor that I know you are." Remus chuckled, hugging her briefly. "I'll be back soon."
"See you..." Violet said wistfully, watching him disappear through the fireplace.
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Well, that's it. The one I'd written before was better, but it was a little too dramatic for right now. I'll stick in a dramatic scene before Violet goes home. And next chapter, Sirius and Remus will talk about Sirius's behaviour.
Chapitre vingt (I think! oh well, you guys know which chapter it is)
A/N: As you know, some asshole erased my story from the folder it was in. Anyway, before I get to ranting, I'll just start the ENTIRE CHAPTER OVER! AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!
Chapter 20
Disclaimer: anyone who thinks I own Sirius or Remus (Don't I wish!) or Hogwarts or whatever else.
LET'S GO!
"Sirius, *please* GET UP OFF THE FLOOR!" Remus begged his very hammered friend, who was currently crawling around on the floor on all fours.
Sirius simply rolled over with a loud, high pitched giggle. "Whassa matter, Moony?" he slurred, gripping the countertop, and managing to force himself up on his feet. "I know! You need to have some good ole fashioned fun!" He held out the three quarters empty bottle of firewhisky to Remus in a shaking hand. "Go on! Have some!"
"No thanks." Remus snatched up the bottle and and put in the liquor cabinet. "You need to get to sleep. Come on." He put a hand on Sirius's shoulder, and not surprisingly, he yanked away.
"I'm not tired!" he snapped, staggering across the room and trying to jump on the countertop. After falling twice, he finally got a fairly sturdy position. "You're so boring sometimes! Hey, hey, I know! Let's dump that anti-hair solution all over Snape again! Ha, 'member that, Moony? He was bald for two weeks, even his eyebrows! 'Member that?"
"Yes, Sirius." Remus said patiently. "I also remember getting a month of detention from McGonagall."
"You're such a killjoy!" Sirius whined. "You remember the boring stuff. You've gotten to be an old man who never wants to have any fun!"
Remus was more than willing to overlook that statement, but the next really pissed him off.
"I bet if James was here, he'd wanna do it!" Sirius glared at Sirius with glassy eyes.
"James isn't here, Sirius." Remus said angrily. "You of all people should know that!"
"And you're a lousy replacement, too!" Sirius shouted drunkenly. "Me and James used to have so much fun and now I'm stuck with you! The only reason I bother to hang around you is because Prongs is dead and Peter's a worthless traitor! I can remember in school what a loser you and Peter were. Me and James were cool guys, so we decided to hang out with you and hope that some of our coolness would rub off on you, but no way. We never could get you off our back, even though we did feel sorry for you. No one but us would want to hang out with a werewolf."
It took a moment for the cruel words to sink in. Remus felt his jaw dropping at Sirius's nerve. *He's drunk... he doesn't mean it... he'll regret this in the morning...* As much as he tried to tell himself this, it still hurt.
Sirius must have noticed the hurt expression on Remus's face, because his tone switched from mocking to pitying. "Oh and now you're upset, Moony. Don't be. It's not your fault that you're the way you are! Some people were just dealt different hands in life. I'm still your friend, Moony!" He tried to pat Remus's shoulder, but Remus jerked away. "Fine then! I try and be nice to you and this is how you thank me!"
Remus suddenly strode open to the back door and yanked it open. "If you feel so strongly," his voice trembled dangerously. "Then get out. I've had it up to here."
Sirius all of a sudden turned into a big wuss. "Are you serious?" he squeaked. "You can't make me leave, Moony! The dementors'll be all over me in five minutes! You won't do that to me, Moony, right?"
Remus stared down disgustedly at Sirius, who one moment before had been insulting him, and was now groveling and mewling before him. "Get up!" he snapped, grabbing Sirius by the arm and pulling him to his feet. "You're going to bed." He steered him roughly toward his own room.
"Okay! Lemme go!" Sirius snapped, before turning green. "Bathroom!!!" He ripped himself free from Remus's grip and stumbled down the hallway, just making it into the bathroom. Remus shortly heard the sounds of vomit spewing into the toilet bowl. Remus sighed and followed his friend into the bathroom.
Sirius was down on all fours gasping for breath now. Remus knelt down beside him and put a comforting hand on Sirius's back. With his other hand, he reached over and flushed the toilet.
"Come on, Sirius," he said patiently. "Get up. There you go." He said, now speaking to Sirius as though he were a three year old... or Violet during one of her hormonally induced fits. He lifted Sirius up easily under the arms. "Here." he handed Sirius a small cup of water. "Rinse out your mouth. Your breath reeks."
"Why?" Sirius whimpered sadly. "There's no point. I'm just a big fuck-up."
"Because I'm going to let you sleep in my bed and there is no way you're drooling all over my pillows with your breath smelling like that." Remus said cheerfully, holding the cup out to Sirius. Sirius took it and splashed water in his mouth and all over his face. He sloshed the water in his mouth and spit it into the sink. He looked so sad and pitiful that Remus actually felt kind of bad for him.
"There you go, Sir." Remus draped Sirius's arm across his own shoulders. "Come on. Go to bed."
Sirius, now quiet, allowed Remus to lead him to the bedroom. With his other hand Remus lifted up the coverlet and let Sirius drop onto the bed. By the way he went limp, Remus could tell he'd passed out for the rest of the night. With a relieved sigh, he laid down on the couch and fell asleep there.
*Next Morning*
"Someone kill the sun!!!" was the first thing Remus heard when he woke up the next morning. He smirked into his pillow at the pitiful whining. He rolled over and fell on the floor.
"Ow..." he grunted, then grinned evilly. "What's the matter, Padfoot?" Remus called teasingly from the floor. "Is it a bit bright in there? Does Paddy-waddy have a hangover?"
"Shut the hell up and do something about the light!" Sirius snarled and then whimpered. "I swear, I'm going to be sick!"
"All right. Hold on, Sir." Remus stood up and headed to his room, stretching. Sirius was curled up on the bed with the pillow covering his head. Remus flicked his wand at the windows, which turned into brick walls. "Better?" Remus asked, his voice oozing sarcastic sympathy.
"Yes." Sirius voice cracked, and he pulled his head out from under the pillow.
"Ugh." Remus said, looking at Sirius's face. His skin was deathly pale with a sickly green tint. His shadowy eyes had very dark circles under them and he looked very peaky. "Damn, firewhisky certainly does take a toll on one in the morning. Take a potion and go back to sleep." Remus strode foreward and pulled a strong painkiller that also made people go to sleep out of his night table. "Here." he thrust it into Sirius's hand and he eagerly took it. Almost immediately, he fell back onto the pillow and started snoring lightly.
Remus sighed in relief, headed into the kitchen, and took a gulp of milk from the carton. Almost immediately, he heard a female voice. "Remus?" He pulled the journal out of his pocket and opened it. Violet's grinning face stared back at him.
"Hey, Vi!" he said with a smile. "You look a lot better! How are you feeling?"
"Better." he could see the grin on her face sag slightly, but it perked up when she asked, "When can I go home? The dragon lady's driving me insane!"
Remus laughed. "In a couple of days, Violet."
"Man." she grumbled. "Will you at least come see me today?"
"Certainly." Remus replied. "I have to shower and write a note to Sirius and I'll be there soon."
"How is Sirius?" Violet asked, concerned.
"Right now, he's sleeping off a hangover." Remus grinned. "He seems to have taken a liking to my firewhisky. At least he stayed out of my tequila."
"Well, that certainly sounds like Sirius." Violet grinned in reply.
"Well, I'll be there soon, Vi. Love you." Remus said.
"I love you too." Violet's face disappeared from the page, leaving blank parchment. Remus shut the book and disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, after the shower and scribbling a note to Sirius, he was ready to leave. His hair was still a bit damp, but he seriously doubted that Violet would care. It would be coated in soot when he slid out of the fireplace anyway.
Sure enough, three minutes later, he slid out of the Hospital Wing fireplace and made it to his feet smoothly, brushing ashes off of his old robes. Violet was scribbling something on an old peice of parchment. She held it up and Remus could make out a 10 scrawled across the paper. He laughed and headed over toward Violet's bed. He greeted her with a quick hug and sat down in the shabby chair beside the bed. "How are you feeling? You look better."
"I feel a lot better." Violet said truthfully, then an even bigger grin spread across her face. "In fact, I feel so good, I'm ready to go home about now."
"Ha ha." Remus said dryly. "Nice try, Violet. Sirius and I want you to come home but you have to stay here for a couple more days."
"Man..." she grumbled.
"Well, how have you been doing?" Remus pressed. "Have you had any trouble eating?"
"No." Violet said, avoiding Remus's eyes. "No trouble at all."
"Why do you even bother lying to me, Violet?" Remus said, disgusted. "You know perfectly well that I don't buy it for a second. Now seriously, have you had any trouble eating?"
Violet sighed, knowing she couldn't win with him. He wasn't exactly as stubborn as Sirius, but he had some mulishness to him. "All right, all right. I've been having trouble eating it all, but no biggie. I've managed to keep whatever I can eat down."
"That's good. Pretty soon, your stomach'll expand a bit more and you can hold all of your food in."
"I hope so." Violet shuddered, shoveling another forkful of eggs into her mouth.
"I'm proud of you, Vi." Remus said sincerely.
Violet sat still, not moving the fork a moment. *Not this again*... she thought desperately. "Whatever..." she muttered, concentrating hard on her plate.
"What's the matter, Violet?" Remus teased. "Modest, are we?"
Violet looked up at him and glared and he immediately backed off. It wasn't an annoyed glare, it was an angry and hurt one.
"Chill, Violet! It was a joke!" Remus said, putting a hand on her arm.
"It wasn't funny!" Violet shouted, yanking away, then lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry, Rem." she whispered. "I just hate it when people say that garbage..."
"Why?" Remus asked in that confused way that seemed to guilt her more than words ever could. "There a lot worse things I could have said."
"I know. I just... don't like it, that's all." Violet said, looking trapped.
Remus stared at her incredulously, before sighing and putting his hand back on her arm. "All right, Violet. You win. I won't say it anymore if it bothers you so much."
Violet couldn't believe it. That was too easy. "Thanks..." she said embarrassed.
"No problem." Remus arched his eyebrow at her red face and squeezed her arm reassuringly.
"Anyway, maybe you can help me with my missing assignments. Merlin knows I have more than I can handle on my own." She lugged an enormous book over the side of the bed and dropped it on her lap. "This is just Transfiguration. I haven't been able to understand almost half of this bloody book. Right now, I'm on body part transformations. It starts on the finger."
Remus leaned over, read the first sentence, and immediately started explaining it to Violet. Violet listened in awe at how simple he made Advanced Transfiguration sound. In ten minutes she was able to Transfigure her entire hand into a steely talon, make her scar disappear for an hour, and give herself a temporary tattoo on her wrist. "But I still don't get how you transfigure an eye. It seems so complicated."
"It is. I had plenty of trouble with it when I was learning. Nearly half of my year failed Transfiguration because of it. McGonagall was ruthless."
"Then I'm screwed..." Violet moaned.
"Not really. I can help you out. See, the structure of the eye is terribly complicated. See the diagram?" Remus pointed to the small diagram on the page. "You have to understand the structure of the eye perfectly before you can transfigure your own eye, or it could go very wrong. You'll have to study that diagram over and over until you've memorized it."
"Oh, boy." she said dryly.
Remus laughed and took her hand in his and kissed it lightly. Violet cocked her eyebrows at the old-fashioned, though sweet gesture. Remus looked at the huge clock at the far end of the hospital wing. "I've got to go, Vi. I need to talk to Sirius. I'll be back to see you later on tonight."
"Okay, Rem." Violet said, wrapping him in a warm embrace for a couple of seconds. "But who'll protect me from the dragon lady?" she whimpered.
"Just be the big, brave Gryffindor that I know you are." Remus chuckled, hugging her briefly. "I'll be back soon."
"See you..." Violet said wistfully, watching him disappear through the fireplace.
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Well, that's it. The one I'd written before was better, but it was a little too dramatic for right now. I'll stick in a dramatic scene before Violet goes home. And next chapter, Sirius and Remus will talk about Sirius's behaviour.