It had him. It had him. It had him in its grasp, clutching to it, feeding off of it, a leech. It had him. It had him, and it wasn't about to let him go. It wasn't about to let him go for anything, anyone, anytime. It wasn't about to let him go. It had him.

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"She's alright, she's alright. Run in and get some ice, there's a good chap."

"Glad she's alright, there, but I don't appreciate being referred to as some kind of- dog, there, Sirius."

"Ha- wait Fred, that was a joke, right?"-

"Shaddup George, and fetch some ice. That's a good boy."

"Looks as though she's unconscious- but she's waking up! I can't tell whether or not she can hear us- Tonks! Tonks! Oh dear, she's out again. Perhaps we should get Molly-"

"No, Moony." said Sirius firmly. "Honestly, could you see her reaction? As if she doesn't think us irresponsible adults as it is...just go and tell her we've let Tonks get knocked out, just go and tell her. Really, she'll come to." But as he held her hand he closed his eyes.

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It had him. It had him, and it wanted more. It wanted her. It needed...it needed her.