The three friends stared at the man who glared menacingly at them. He
didn't say anything, however, and the marauders were able to slip inside
the office. James knocked hesitantly on the office door.
"Come in."
"Dumbledore," James said, rushing inside with all hesitance forgotten, "Peter's in a bad way, in the Hospital Wing."
Dumbledore got up quickly, he didn't ask for any details but made his way hastily to the infirmary. James, Sirius and Remus trotting along behind him. The old man was hard to keep up with when he wanted to be.
"Dumbledore," Sirius panted. "Where did Professor Harry and Reid go?"
"They've gone?" Dumbledore asked, surprised.
"Yes, they saw Peter wasn't where he was meant to be this morning, in class, and left straight away with Thompson, who's been sulking in the office all day."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply.
"He's gone?" He asked. "They're both gone?"
Thompson came galloping around the corner.
***
(A/N: OK, things will get a little confusing here, er. that's an understatement! Anyway, things probably wont be back to 'un-confusing' until the next chapter, or the one after that. Thanks.)
Sirius, the young one, opened his eyes, pain obscuring his mind and barked loudly in fright. He was looking down at his Professor whom it seemed had been able to knock him out, luckily. He felt panic well inside of him as he looked at Professor Harry, blood pooled and cracking on his stomach where the robes had been torn away.
With a 'pop' Padfoot turned back into his human self. Harry started to stir. The two were in the Forbidden Forest, Sirius knew that much.
"Harry!" Sirius said shakily, touching him lightly on the forehead to try and wake him up. "We have to go, I don't know what happened or how I got here, but we have to go." It took the young animagus that long to realize he had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. The pale moonlight from the clearing shone lightly in the clearing the two, teacher and student, were sitting.
Sirius dragged a hand over his lips where he could feel something caked and cracking. He looked at his hand where there were little bits of dark red blood that he'd rubbed from his mouth. Horror took over his mind for a second as he looked from his hand to Harry's stomach and back again.
He didn't realize Harry was dragging him doggedly until he hit his leg on a sharp stick and it started bleeding. Sirius let out a yelp and Harry dropped him in surprise.
"Are you OK?" He asked.
"Fine." Sirius croaked. "What about you? Look what I DID to you?"
"I'll get the details later. We'll go to the Shrieking Shack for now, OK? I'll have to do something about my stomach and we'll wait there for the night." Harry said. "Get up quickly so we can get out of here." The two made their way to the Shrieking Shack, Harry stubbornly refused to be supported by Sirius.
***
'Breathe Harry.' The young boy told himself sternly. 'It will only hurt a bit.'
'Who are you trying to kid?' Another voice inside his head asked incredulously.
'Myself.' Harry gulped and looked at his hand as he sat on a broken chair that Sirius had repaired. Both of the scarred hands were hovering above his stomach, over where Sirius had been latched ferociously onto him. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply Harry let the magic flow through his hands and onto his sore. Sirius gasped from somewhere in front of him.
"AAAAaaaaaRRRRrrrrGGGGGggggHHHHHhhhhhh!" Harry let out shrieks of agony for at least five minutes, healing the wound and cleaning it with very 'hurty' magic.
Only once he'd finished did he notice that there were another two people in the room, both staring at him. Severus Snape and Sirius Black from the future.
***
Sirius looked up and saw Professor Reid barge open the door, along with another man with a hooked nose, sallow skin and greasy hair, who looked suspiciously like the twitchy Severus Snape.
Harry was gasping on the chair, checking out the new scars on his body, obviously not caring that the other two were in the room. Sirius gulped and looked at the scars himself. 'Did I do that?' he asked himself incredulously.
Harry's stomach had long, thick scars, from where Sirius's Padfoot teeth had been latching onto him.
"I'm really sorry, Professor." Sirius said. "I didn't know what I was doing?"
"You did that?" Both Professor Reid and the 'Snape' look-a-like said together.
Professor Reid broke away from the other man and knelt next to Harry. "You had me worried, Harry." He said, pulling the young man into a hug. "I heard your screams and I was absolutely terrified."
"Sorry, Sirius." Harry panted, feeling totally exhausted. "We've got to get Sirius back up to the school, the Death Eater's that were using the imperious on him wont be too far behind, I didn't exactly keep my screaming in check."
***
Harry felt himself rapidly losing consciousness. "Quickly." He hissed, falling into the black abyss of nothingness known as his unconscious state.
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OK, I added more to that chapter. It REALLY was sort of an update. Gotta go, Love Allie. R & R OR I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING! Hehehehehehe!
"Come in."
"Dumbledore," James said, rushing inside with all hesitance forgotten, "Peter's in a bad way, in the Hospital Wing."
Dumbledore got up quickly, he didn't ask for any details but made his way hastily to the infirmary. James, Sirius and Remus trotting along behind him. The old man was hard to keep up with when he wanted to be.
"Dumbledore," Sirius panted. "Where did Professor Harry and Reid go?"
"They've gone?" Dumbledore asked, surprised.
"Yes, they saw Peter wasn't where he was meant to be this morning, in class, and left straight away with Thompson, who's been sulking in the office all day."
Dumbledore looked at him sharply.
"He's gone?" He asked. "They're both gone?"
Thompson came galloping around the corner.
***
(A/N: OK, things will get a little confusing here, er. that's an understatement! Anyway, things probably wont be back to 'un-confusing' until the next chapter, or the one after that. Thanks.)
Sirius, the young one, opened his eyes, pain obscuring his mind and barked loudly in fright. He was looking down at his Professor whom it seemed had been able to knock him out, luckily. He felt panic well inside of him as he looked at Professor Harry, blood pooled and cracking on his stomach where the robes had been torn away.
With a 'pop' Padfoot turned back into his human self. Harry started to stir. The two were in the Forbidden Forest, Sirius knew that much.
"Harry!" Sirius said shakily, touching him lightly on the forehead to try and wake him up. "We have to go, I don't know what happened or how I got here, but we have to go." It took the young animagus that long to realize he had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. The pale moonlight from the clearing shone lightly in the clearing the two, teacher and student, were sitting.
Sirius dragged a hand over his lips where he could feel something caked and cracking. He looked at his hand where there were little bits of dark red blood that he'd rubbed from his mouth. Horror took over his mind for a second as he looked from his hand to Harry's stomach and back again.
He didn't realize Harry was dragging him doggedly until he hit his leg on a sharp stick and it started bleeding. Sirius let out a yelp and Harry dropped him in surprise.
"Are you OK?" He asked.
"Fine." Sirius croaked. "What about you? Look what I DID to you?"
"I'll get the details later. We'll go to the Shrieking Shack for now, OK? I'll have to do something about my stomach and we'll wait there for the night." Harry said. "Get up quickly so we can get out of here." The two made their way to the Shrieking Shack, Harry stubbornly refused to be supported by Sirius.
***
'Breathe Harry.' The young boy told himself sternly. 'It will only hurt a bit.'
'Who are you trying to kid?' Another voice inside his head asked incredulously.
'Myself.' Harry gulped and looked at his hand as he sat on a broken chair that Sirius had repaired. Both of the scarred hands were hovering above his stomach, over where Sirius had been latched ferociously onto him. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply Harry let the magic flow through his hands and onto his sore. Sirius gasped from somewhere in front of him.
"AAAAaaaaaRRRRrrrrGGGGGggggHHHHHhhhhhh!" Harry let out shrieks of agony for at least five minutes, healing the wound and cleaning it with very 'hurty' magic.
Only once he'd finished did he notice that there were another two people in the room, both staring at him. Severus Snape and Sirius Black from the future.
***
Sirius looked up and saw Professor Reid barge open the door, along with another man with a hooked nose, sallow skin and greasy hair, who looked suspiciously like the twitchy Severus Snape.
Harry was gasping on the chair, checking out the new scars on his body, obviously not caring that the other two were in the room. Sirius gulped and looked at the scars himself. 'Did I do that?' he asked himself incredulously.
Harry's stomach had long, thick scars, from where Sirius's Padfoot teeth had been latching onto him.
"I'm really sorry, Professor." Sirius said. "I didn't know what I was doing?"
"You did that?" Both Professor Reid and the 'Snape' look-a-like said together.
Professor Reid broke away from the other man and knelt next to Harry. "You had me worried, Harry." He said, pulling the young man into a hug. "I heard your screams and I was absolutely terrified."
"Sorry, Sirius." Harry panted, feeling totally exhausted. "We've got to get Sirius back up to the school, the Death Eater's that were using the imperious on him wont be too far behind, I didn't exactly keep my screaming in check."
***
Harry felt himself rapidly losing consciousness. "Quickly." He hissed, falling into the black abyss of nothingness known as his unconscious state.
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OK, I added more to that chapter. It REALLY was sort of an update. Gotta go, Love Allie. R & R OR I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING! Hehehehehehe!