Thank you to the beta of this chapter, Willofhounds.
Chapter Three - The Waiting Game
Sirius finally had enough of Severus. He didn't get out of Azkaban to look after a drunk. He fought so hard to stay alive in hopes to see his godson again and he can't believe that fate could be this cruel. To give him his freedom to only take his godson away. He got a bucket and filled it with ice-cold water after he poured the rest of Severus fire whiskey down the sink.
It was time Severus had a wake-up call, he gave the man a month to pull himself together and it was clear that Severus was only getting worse with each day. It was time that he took matters into his own hands. He was going to fix Severus and then get Harry back.
Once the bucket was filled he turned off the tap and walked over to Severus who was passed on the couch, nothing new for the man who just lost everything. He didn't even think twice before dumping the bucket of water unto Severus with the man shooting up, gasping for breath.
"Are you insane?" Severus yelled, water droplets dripping off his nose and chin.
"Yes, I am," Sirius yelled back, throwing the bucket on the floor.
"You can thank Azkaban for that." Sirius spat before grabbing Severus by the collar of his shirt and dragging him into the bathroom and tossing him into the shower that he turned on before he got the bucket of water.
"I am done caring for your sorry ass," Sirius yelled.
"You are going to shower and then you are going to get dressed and then we are going to get Harry back," Sirius explained before walking out of the bathroom and slamming the door to see Minerva and Poppy standing there with their mouth open.
"He's taking a shower." Sirius simply said before walking to the kitchen.
During the time Severus was in the shower Minerva told Poppy and Sirius what went on with Harry in St Mungo's.
Poppy was clearly angry with everything she heard. "I can't believe it, their Healers. We are Healers. We took an oath to do no harm, to look after the people who need help. How could they do this." Poppy cried.
"I have to go and see Harry…."
"No," Minerva quickly said, cutting Poppy off.
"If you go there they could keep Harry from us. I'm going to go to the Ministry of Magic and make a report to child protection services and we will go from there." Minerva explained.
"And what about Severus? Do we tell him?" Sirius charmed in.
"Of course we do, perhaps knowing that Harry is in need will help him snap out of this." Poppy mentioned.
"We need to make sure we do it right, the last thing we want is for him to overreact…and getting him off of fire whisker wouldn't hurt either."
"Well, that's not going to be a problem, I poured everything he had down the sink, he's going to have a pretty bad hangover though," Sirius explained with a small smirk.
The three of them talked a bit more about the plan that was being put in place to get Harry back before Minerva and Poppy left for the night.
It wasn't until tomorrow morning Minerva showed up to hear vomiting coming from the bathroom.
"Hangover?" Minerva asked, looking over at Sirius, cringing a little as she heard the dry heaving coming from the bathroom.
"It started early this morning, he hasn't left the bathroom since," Sirius explained watching as Minerva made her way down the hall and to the bathroom, standing just outside the door.
"Shut up" Severus muttered, hugging the toilet for dear life.
"I didn't say anything."
"I can hear you thinking and it's only worsening my headache, get out of my chambers," Severus muttered, laying his head on the toilet seat.
"You're pathetic," Minerva said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yes, I am." Severus agreed, just wanting Minerva to leave him alone, preferably for the rest of his life.
"The Severus I know wouldn't be laying on the bathroom floor with his arms wrapped around a toilet, he will be fighting to get his child back," Minerva yelled.
"The Severus you knew is dead," Severus muttered, closing his eyes, trying to will Minerva to go away.
"Hopefully not for long since Harry needs your help," Minerva was shocked at how fast Severus got up off the floor. Even more surprised he didn't double over afterward.
Minerva spent the next hour and a half telling Severus everything that happened when she went to see Harry.
Severus' breathing could be heard as he tried to control his anger. "I kill them, I kill them all," Severus muttered, standing up and pacing.
"That's a good idea, you can go to Azkaban this time."
"Sirius that isn't helping," Minerva said, looking over at Sirius before telling Severus her plan to help Harry.
"I have to go and see him, he needs me" Severus cried out.
"You know you can't. If you go against the Ministry you will also be thrown in Azkaban. You have to trust me, I know it's hard but we have to do what is best for Harry and that means you can't go budging into the hospital. Please Severus, for Harry's sake you have to trust me." Minerva explained hoping that Severus could see reason.
" I'm going to see Harry again tomorrow, if you want me to bring him some stuff then I will do that" Minerva could see a small tear run down Severus check before he gave a nod, agreeing.