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Remus stood on the staircase. The silent surrounded him. For a moment he thought that the walls were closing up at him. His best friend was dying in a room two floors up. Not again, he thought, please, not again. What would happen with Harry if Sirius died? Would Harry survive it? Would he, Remus, survive it?
Remus took courage and walked up the stairs. Quietly he opened the heavy, wooden door. Immediately he saw he wasn't alone. A boy with black, wild hair was sitting next to Sirius. A girl with bushy brown hair and another boy with bright red hair were standing against the wall. Only the last two looked round at Remus when he entered.
"Harry, you need to sleep", he said fatherly at the boy sitting next to the bed.
Although there was no sign that Harry had heard him, Remus knew it.
At the background, Hermoine nudged Ron. With her lips she formed the words "Come, let's go" and slowly they closed the door behind them.
Remus was still gazing at Harry.
"You can't sit here all day, Harry. Nor you, nor Sirius profit from it."
Harry still didn't look up.
Remus glanced at Sirius, then back at Harry. It broke his hart. This boy, only sixteen year old, was losing a parent again.
Then, all of the sudden, Harry spoke.
"When is she coming?"
Remus didn't need to ask who.
"Soon, though I don't have a precise date. If she arrives, I will be noticed"
"I hope she hurries. Sirius is getting worse by the minute."
Remus looked at his sick friend lying in bed. Harry was right. The Aquaincantion was working fast, faster then he had imagined. Sirius was completely drying up now. He was all in sweat and couldn't keep water inside. Every time Remus had forced him to drink a glass of water, Sirius would just puke it all out. He was losing every drop of liquid in his body and he couldn't regain it.
Remus was still gazing at Sirius. He looked rather pale and his face was starting to get hollow-cheeked. Sirius wasn't well.
Elisabeth stepped out the black cap. She paid the man and took her two bags. On the corner of the street stood an old woman.
Suspiciously Elisabeth looked at her. Was it her she had to meet? She decided to take the chance.
"Good afternoon," she said, sticking out her hand, "I'm Elisabeth Cruentium."
The old woman gazed at the hand. A long silver ring sat on the right index finger.
"Good afternoon," the old woman replied, "It was about time!"
Elisabeth looked guilty at her shoes.
"Yeah well," she replied, "it wasn't that easy to leave everything behind, mind you!"
"No time to argue! Let's get going", the old woman cried.
Elisabeth followed the rapid pass of the woman. The swiftness surprised her very much; such an old, little, fragile woman.
After a quarter of an hour walking, the two women entered a street that was very well known to Elisabeth.
"What are we doing at Grimmauld Place?"
"You know where we are?" the old woman asked.
"Yeah, I recognise it from old times." Elisabeth answered with a tinge of gall in her voice.
Elisabeth looked at the houses in the dark street. Once they were majestically, now they no more than the Shrieking Shack. Old memories creped up at her. They weren't particularly pleasurable.
"Here, take this piece of paper. Remember it," said the old woman.
Elisabeth took the little parchment. It read 'Grimmauld place 12, London'.
They must be kidding, she thought, this can't be true. Is Sirius really back in his old family house? How does Remus manage to keep him inside?
"Excuse me, I just received the message. The taxi has arrived." And with these words Remus stood up and left the table.
He walked to the door and waited for the two women to arrive.
Suddenly somebody knocked and Remus opened the door. The old woman walked in first.
"Are they still debating?" she asked at the werewolf.
"Yes, but I guess it will be over soon."
"Fine, then I will put myself a nice cup of thee. Want one?" and the old woman looked at Remus and Elisabeth.
"No, thank you. I'm fine", Elisabeth replied. Remus shook his head.
"Fine, but remember I offered", laughed the old woman and she walked off to the kitchen.
Remus looked at the Elisabeth.
"You don't look a year older", he said.
Elisabeth smiled slightly.
"Thanks, Remus, but I know you're lying."
"It's good to have you back."
"Do not be mistaken, Remus. I'm not back."