"Sirius!"
He was lying in the stairwell, his skin transparent, a crowd watching him die. Lily dropped to her knees beside him. "Sirius! What the hell did you do to yourself?"
He didn't move. She punched him in the gut. "You fucking asshole. What do you think you're doing?"
James tried to drag her off, but she was fighting like a wildcat and punching at Sirius. He let out a hacking cough and was breathing, almost.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" she said into his hair, pulling him close. He got up the strength to lift an arm, shove at her.
"Get off me," he said. She backed away.
"You're alright?"
He pulled himself upright and slumped so that his head was supported on his knees. "Sure. Get out of here."
She turned to go. James blocked her way. "What are you playing at, you filthy bitch? Are you trying to kill him?"
"Leave off, James," Sirius said, and retched. He threw up on the floor. James moved to get Sirius up, and with a wave of his wand the floor was clean. Sirius got shakily to his feet and looked out from under his hair to see the corridor packed with wondering faces. He waved a little sheepishly.
"Hi, guys," he said. "Please continue to your classes as the moment has passed and is no longer interesting. Where are we going, James?"
"Hospital wing," he grunted.
"No."
"Dorms, then."