IN THE NAME OF LOVE
by The Goblet
Chapter 6
The last thing Remus remembered was portkeying into the Hogwarts Hospital Wing; and then blackness.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a comfortable hospital bed, wearing a white patient's gown in what seemed to be a private room.
Looking down, he realised that someone had tended to his injuries: his wounds had been cleaned and bandaged, and his muscles felt slightly better.
"You're awake," Kingsley stated, as he walked into the room carrying a tray of chicken broth. He set the food down on a small table.
"You should eat," the Auror continued, as he moved to help Remus sit up in the bed. He handed him a bowl of soup and a spoon.
Remus didn't particularly feel up to eating, but one look at Shacklebolt made him raise the spoon to his mouth.
"How long have I been here?" he asked, after he had swallowed several spoonfuls.
"Four days."
"Four days!" Remus sat up, alarmed. He had been there for four days!
"We had to sedate you, you were hysterical," Kingsley replied
"SeverusÂ…"
The Auror nodded. "You can see him once you finish your soup and get dressed." He indicated a pile of clothing beside the bed. They were the robes Remus had been wearing in the vault.
Remus stared blankly at the clothes, remembering Severus' torn robes in the vault.
Gently, Kingsley took the soup from Remus' grasp and held the spoon to his mouth. "The goblins returned them soon after you were admitted," he said softly as his patient swallowed another mouthful.
"Albus was furious. I have never seen him so angry," he continued, feeding Remus another spoonful of soup.
Remus was silent as he ate. Did Albus hate him now? Would he throw him out of the Order? Would Harry hate him? He needed to explain what had happened.
"Where is he now?" asked Remus meekly.
"With Severus."
Remus forced down another mouthful, his appetite very much gone. The idea of Albus preparing Severus' body for burial disturbed him dreadfully.
He waved away another spoonful.
"Severus gave me a letter to give to himÂ…" Remus couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
The Auror nodded, and put away the soup, knowing that the werewolf was too upset to eat anymore.
"Get dressed, and I'll take you to them," he instructed softly as he gathered up Remus' dinner things and walked out of the room.
Remus slowly and painfully shed his hospital gown and shrugged into his robes. He retched as he smelt the blood and death on his clothes.
Gently, he sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled out the letter which Severus had given to him. The parchment was still blank, no markings could be seen anywhere on the surface.
He looked up as Kingsley returned. "Are you here to take me to Azkaban?" he asked.