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Ok..here you go. I don't really know how many more chapters this will have, so be prepared.
by the way 8 is my fav number. so i like things to happen with the number 8. wink
Chpater 8-
Remus woke up. He sat up and for a minute thought he was blind. He realized, with great relief and embarrassment that it was just really dark in the room. He put a hand to his heart and was surprised to feel it hammering. Why had he woken up? Was it because of a dream?
Putting the same hand to his forehead, there was no cold sweat or sweat of any kind. He laid back down and turned over on his side. His hand touched something hot.
Sirius.
Remus sat back up and reached over for his wand and with a quick soundless spell a dim light appeared in the room. Remus shined it so that he could see Sirius clearly. Remus put a hand to the man's face. Concern filled him when he realized Sirius had a high fever.
"Sirius, wake up!"
Remus shook the fevered man's shoulder until his eyes blinked heavily opened.
"Remus, are you okay?" Sirius' voice was a bit slurred.
"You're burning with fever, Siri. How do you feel?"
Sirius thought for a moment. "Tired and hot."
"That's it, are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure it's just something that'll pass. Kinda like you know..when Harry was a baby and he used to get those fevers for no apparent reason.."
"Sirius, you're not a baby. You're a full grown man."
Sirius gave a grin. "Remus, calm down love. If you're so worried go get Madam Pomfrey."
Remus sighed and turned Sirius over so that he was facing Remus. Remus laid back down, reluctantly. He knew Madam Pomfrey wouldn't much like getting woke up at who knows what time in the morning for a something that wasn't for sure life or death.
Remus softly ran his hand through Sirius' hair. If Sirius didn't have any other symptoms maybe it was just a fever, probably from going outside. Sirius' body wasn't use to it.
Remus told himself this over and over again until he fell asleep.
Harry raised a hand to the wooden door. He found it weird that Sirius and Remus were still in bed. He knocked a couple times and took a step away from the door. After several moments he knocked again. This time he put his ear against the door and nearly fell over as it opened suddenly. A hand straightened him and Harry found himself looking at a tired Remus.
"I was coming to checking on you and Sirius. Is something..wrong?"
Remus looked at Harry for a moment before stepping outside the room.
"No, it's just your godfather isn't feeling all that well today. The little trip we took yesterday outside did him in."
Harry grew concerned. "Has Madam Pomfrey-"
"He won't let me take him."
"Oh."
Harry kept silent for several moments. He looked at Remus, the latter had closed his eyes. He should really give Remus a break. Hermione, Ron and the others wouldn't mind. He voiced his opinion out loud.
Remus gave a small smile. "Thanks Harry, but really go have fun. Me and the grouch in there are fine."
"Grouch?"
"Yes, you'd think he was the king and we are his servants."
Harry snorted. "That bad?"
"It's terrible."
Just then Ginny came around the corner. "Harry, I've been looking for you every where. We thought to play a little bit of Quidditch today. Unless," Ginny said looking between the two, "There's something wrong."
Remus gave Harry a push. "No nothing, Ginny. Harry was just saying good morning. Have fun and be careful."
Harry absently waved, for Ginny had grabbed his hand and was pulling him along. He noticed her lips moving but he could barely concentrate. Her touch was everything he had imagined. Now only if he could stroke his hand up her arm..
Ginny stopped and Harry noticed that they were in an empty classroom.
"We're going to play Quidditch here?" He asked amused.
"No not exactly," Ginny said and she leaned forward, planting her lips on his.
Harry blinked in shock, then decided to worry about that later and fully gave the kiss back. They played a bit with the kiss before breaking apart.
"I never got over you Harry. I've like you from the start."
Harry smiled, grasping her hand once more. "What will Ron say?"
"Who cares, he's got his own problems to work out."
Harry shook his head in puzzlement. "I'll ask about that later but for now, Ginny, would you go out with me?"
"I'd love to. I decided that I didn't want to wait forever, so I took the first step."
"I'm glad you did."
Ginny smiled brightly. "Come on, the others are waiting."
Harry followed her out of the classroom, walking on air.
Remus looked up from his book. It was no use, he couldn't concentrate. Madam Pomfrey was performing some tests on Sirius, whose fever had gone down, but not totally.
Remus thought of his recent conversation with Harry. He had hated to lie to the boy but Sirius had told him to say nothing. Needless to say, after Sirius had said that Remus grew even more worried.
When he had woken up to find Sirius burning with fever he hadn't gotten more than about an hours sleep because Sirius couldn't get comfortable. Every way he turned hurt. Pretty soon, it hurt everywhere and Remus had gone down to get a potion to help Sirius sleep.
He sat up a bit straighter when Madam Pomfrey came closer. She looked solemn, and Remus knew that wasn't a good sign. His hear hammered and he looked at Sirius briefly, who was clutching a pillow.
"W-well?" Remus licked his lips.
"Nothing seems wrong."
Remus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "That's good then."
Madam Pomfrey held up a hand. "Nothing seems wrong, but Remus, Sirius is dying."
Remus turned around and put his book on the chair. Madam Pomfrey put a hand on his arm. Remus didn't run around until he heard the door click shut. He turned to Sirius laying there, seemingly peaceful. Remus felt a tear fall and he turned around grabbing the nearest object. He chunked it across the room where it broke against the wall.
He grabbed the side table and with a sob threw that too. It crashed with a bang against the wall, leaving an indention. Sirius jumped and partially sat up.
"Remus, love stop it," Sirius said loudly.
Remus shook his head. He kicked over the chair, before picking that up and smakced the wall with it. He could barely hear Sirius' fearful calls. It wasn't meant to be like this. It wasn't..
He felt an arm on his and he turned his livid eyes upon Snape. Behind him was Minerva and she gave him a sympathetic smile. He turned his eyes back upon Snape, who wasn't looking at him with his usual malice.
"Poppy told us Remus," Minerva said quietly, "We're so sorry."
Remus continued looking at Snape who hadn't looked away nor said anything. Sirius had sat up all the way now and had a worried look on his face.
"Remus?"
Remus tore his eyes away from Snape. "Sirius, I'm here."
"You might want to tell Potter and his friends. From what Poopy was saying, Black doesn't have long," Snape said.
Remus nodded absently and headed for the door. With an effort he cleared his voice.
"Sirius I'll be right back," Remus looked at Snape, "You'll watch him."
Minerva had gone from the room, Remus noticed. Snape had nodded. Remus walked out but halfway he stopped and slid down against the wall and cried like never before.
Just then Harry and the others came around the corner. Harry stopped to and the others sat with him stunned. Harry walked closer.
"Re-Remus, what happened?" Harry asked shakily.
Remus didn't look up and didn't say anything. He just sat there crying. Harry looked back. Hermione and Ginny had moved up almost to where he was but the other boys had stayed where they were. Fred and George were looking at the ground while Ron was looking at the ceiling.
Hermione came close to Harry. "Go find out, we'll stay with Remus."
Harry nodded and walked to the room. He opened the door and closed it. When Harry turned around he was shocked to find Snape sitting there talking to his godfather.
"What's going on?"
Snape looked up. Harry swallowed and realized that there was no malice on Snape's face. It was unreadable, but there was nothing..evil about it.
"Why is Remus out there crying? Why are you in here?"
Snape looked at Sirius who was sitting up against the head board. Sirius lifted his head and turned toward Harry.
"Harry I'm dying," Sirius said bluntly.
don't you love the number 8?
