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What He Knew Was Best

He had seen it coming. Call it a hunch, instinct. Whatever it was, he had seen it coming. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. The second Sirius woke up from his brief slumber at home, he knew something was wrong. His instinct had never been off in the past, and it most certainly wouldn't let him down in the future. So he did what he had to do. He got up, changed his clothes and apparated immediately to St. Mungo's. He hadn't felt the urge to stay much longer in his apartment anyways. Everything reminded him off Darcie. He couldn't sleep in their bed, he was so attuned to her presence that her absence now became more prominent every single minute. The kitchen reminded him off her clumsy attempts at cooking. Muggle or witch, she couldn't do it in any way. Even the bathroom threatened to overwhelm his senses. Her scent hung in the humid air, it clung to the fabric of her pillow, and it drifted by every now and then when he'd crossed the living room.

There was nothing that couldn't remind him of her.

He knew he was better off at the hospital than home. So he left, and the second his feet touched the cold, white floor of St. Mungo's register, he knew that whatever was waiting for him wasn't good. And he was right.

Lily was talking to one of the nurses, her movements frantic as her emerald eyes blazed with a certain passion his best mate was all too familiar with. Only this time, it didn't came across as something positive.

"Lily, what's going on?" Sirius demanded.

"Darcie's gone."

The words that pushed him over the edge.

He knew that it wasn't Lily's fault. Because it was obvious that it was an action done by Darcie completely on her own account. She had left her room by foot, unnoticed by any of the nurses and was now roaming the corridors of St. Mungo's. But he was at his last nerve, lack of food and sleep did that to a man.

As if things couldn't get any worse.

His feet had carried him through the whole fourth floor. His head was spinning with worst case scenarios. Unfortunately, his worst case scenario was his reality now. So in some ways, things could only get better. But Sirius honestly doubted that. His fiancée not knowing who he was hurt him more than anything in the world. And he had seen a lot of pain in his young years.

And that's when he found her. From a distance he could see her bent over form. The paleness of her skin again striking him a like a punch in the gut. She was crying, and muttering things about her head. And when she had passed out in his arms he just knew that things could only get worse.

The guilt that washed over him was now getting stronger.

If only he had been there to protect her from that spell. If only he could find the person who did this to her. If only her injury wasn't as bad as it was. And if only he could turn back time and fix what damage was made.

All of which, were wishful thinking.

Nurses were fluttering around her limp form as she remained motionless on the bed. They prodded and poked her with their wands. The healer standing too close to Darcie for Sirius' comfort, but he swallowed his protests and the only indication of his obvious displeasure was the grimace he wore as a permanent tattoo on his face. His arms were crossed in front of his chest tightly, his hand tucked beneath his armpits. He was purposely clenching his muscles, trying to feel anything without inflicting pain on someone else or himself for that matter.

But that on itself was a difficult task already.

Sirius's eyes found Darcie's closed ones again and he let out the a whoosh of breath. The sound almost relieving his ears of the businesslike atmosphere in the room. The nurses were now leaving the room, their wands had prodded Darcie enough, and he was sincerely glad that he was finally going to get some answers.

"You gonna tell me what just happened to her?" Sirius demanded. He knew he was sounding rude, but Merlin his head was spinning and he couldn't fucking care enough about manners at this point.

"Sirius." Lily admonished from a distance. She was sitting in the empty chair as she held Darcie's hand in hers. He tried to ignore her.

Healer Thompson blushed slightly before shaking his head at Lily. His beady little eyes making his attraction to the redhead obvious. "It is quite alright Mrs. Potter." He assured her. "His concern is understandable." Sirius growled at this. "But I actually have some good news to share." He flicked his wand above Darcie's bed and a pale blue light emerged from above her head, the shape of her brain appearing.

"What's that?" Sirius asked, slightly puzzled. Thompson flicked his wand again and a bright red spot appeared on the seemingly normal shape of a brain.

"That, Mr Black-" Thompson began. "Is your fiancée's brain."

"But what is that red spot?" Lily asked, voicing Sirius's question before he had the ability to vocalise it.

Thompson gave Lily a small smile and Sirius's brow puckered, his fist clenching as he thought of the ways to keep the healer's hands off his best mate's wife. "That is the main area that was damaged because of the spell that hit Darcie. Unfortunately we've not been able to identify the nature of the spell, albeit it was a dark one. But since we were able to stop further damage to Darcie's brain-" the cocky smile did not go by unnoticed and Lily gave Thompson a reproachful smile, gently giving him the hint to back off. "-I'd say she's not at risk anymore."

"But she has amnesia. How does that not qualify as a risk?" Sirius barked. Thompson looked taken back by Sirius's tone and he straightened his back before flicking his wand again. The image zoomed in at the red area.

"Do you see that red area?" Thompson didn't want for an answer. "That is the cerebral cortex."

"And in plain English?" Sirius responded dryly. Thompson shifted on his feet as Lily threw him a glare. Sirius rolled his eyes and motioned Thompson to continue his story.

"It's part of the brain tissue." Thompson said evenly. "Thoughts, language, awareness, and memory are all established here." He pointed at the red blur again.

Who knew red could look this alarming.

"And that is exactly the part the spell has damaged the most, which is why Darcie has amnesia." Thompson concluded.

"I thought you said there was some good news." Sirius retorted, he couldn't help the bitterness. Nor the sarcasm. It was an automatic response to anything negative nowadays.

"The good news is-" This time he brought his attention to Lily, as it seemed that she was the only one remotely positive in receiving his attention. "-that it's not permanent. I had my doubts, but I can confirm that Darcie will get her memories back."

Sirius's attention was immediately sparked again. A flare of hope ignited in his chest, blooming into this warm bubble that wanted to spread throughout his whole body, but his head kept back that brief moment of euphoria.

"That's great news, right Sirius?" Lily said happily. Sirius nodded and he ran his hand through his hair quickly, pushing back the short locks of hair.

"How long will it take?" Sirius asked. He was pushing back the bubble with brute force.

Thompson grimaced. "That's the part I cannot explain."

"Elaborate, please." Sirius gritted out, his patience wearing stones. Thompson flicked his wand again and the image above Darcie's head disappeared.

He could see Thompson let out a sharp breath before turning his eyes to Sirius. "I do not know when she's going to get her memory back, it could be days, weeks, perhaps even months. But there is also a possibility that she'll gain back her memory after years. The mind is a tricky thing indeed." He added the last bit to lift the tension, but it only did the exact opposite for Sirius.

Sirius turned his grey eyes to Lily, and their eyes met briefly.

"The headache however, is a good sign. The more she has them, the more her brain is healing." Sirius wasn't listening anymore. He had his eyes on Darcie and he wanted to reach out to her, hold her hand as easily as Lily did. But something held him back.

Perhaps it was his guilt. He didn't know. He just knew that she looked bloody fragile right now, and he was afraid one touch might break that delicate skin that held her together. He could feel the bubble of hope burst as its content was scattered all around. There was a part of him that was hoping that she'd be alright when she woke up. That he'd be able to slid that ring back on her finger. But as always, there was a setback. An obstacle that could not be overcome without aches and blood.

Sirius wondered how much blood this obstacle was after, perhaps he'd be able to forge some.

He dropped his eyes to the empty finger again.

Amnesia be damned. He loved this woman, she may not remember, but he did. And that should be enough for the two of them.

So amnesia be damned.

"When can I take her home?" Sirius asked sharply, effectively stopping the flow of words that came out of Thompson's mouth.

xxxxxx

Darcie kept her eyes fixed shut. Tried to keep her breathings as evenly as possible. Her movements as still. But who knew feigning sleep could be this hard. She had been listening to Thompson's words for the past few minutes now, his words reaching her ears, but not registering properly, at least, not the way they should be. Darcie was more focused on the presence of one person, one man to specify. And she wanted to know desperately whether he was here or not, cause she knew that the person holding her hand was not him. His touch was firm and his hands almost warm to touch. This hand was cold, and offered barely any support, unlike Sirius.

"When can I take her home?" Her eyes snapped open and her eyes immediately focused on the dark-haired man that almost stood on the other side of the room, the farthest away from her it seemed.

"Darcie?" Lily exclaimed surprised and suddenly Thompson, who stood at the foot of her bed, moved to her left and gave her a polite smile. She barely looked at him though. She wanted to know more about him.

Sirius's eyes were focused on her, and he too, seemed surprised by the sudden turn of things. He also knew, that she must've heard what he had said and he dropped his eyes to the floor, breaking their connection.

"How are you feeling?" Thompson asked and Darcie blinked a few times before turning her head.

"F-fine." She breathed out.

"Any headaches?" He continued and she shook her head.

Truth be told, Darcie hadn't felt anything wrong with her head. Perhaps a slight throbbing but she had gotten used to the feeling that it didn't hurt her anymore. She sighed as he nodded again.

"Can I have a word with Sirius, please?" Darcie suddenly said. She looked at Sirius and tried not to interpret the shocked expression on his face. "Alone?" She emphasised and both Lily and Thompson backed up.

"Certainly." Thompson muttered and he walked out of the room as Lily followed him, although her eyes were set on Darcie. She dropped her eyes to the floor.

Silence engulfed them and Darcie put her hands in her lap. For some reason she wasn't quite sure what to say. How to react on the thing she had overheard Sirius saying. She sighed and put her hand on her forehead briefly, before raising her knee beneath the blanket and resting her elbow against it as she pushed the palm of her hand against the bridge of her nose. She felt exhausted, and she didn't know why. Her eyes were shut and she opened them to see Sirius look at her with a wary look.

Darcie sighed. "You're going to be fine." Sirius suddenly said and he crossed the room to her side, putting his hands on the edge of her bed. Still maintaining a distance. Darcie blinked at him.

"Oh." The only adequate answer.

Sirius sighed and he ran his hand through his hair. Darcie noticed that he seemed frazzled. She also wondered why he was still here. She hadn't expected him to stick around after what the verdict was. She had lost her memory. Their memories to be exact and she was certain that it must hurt him. She wanted to know if she was worth waiting for.

"Are you alright?" Darcie suddenly asked. She was surprised at the worry that bubbled in her chest. Sirius frowned and for some reason surprise didn't look that good on him. "You look tired." She remarked and he slowly pushed himself off the bed. She tentatively watched him from the bed as he paced the room.

"I want you to come home with me." He announced. Darcie chose not to react, seeing he wasn't done yet. "It'll help getting your memories back. Being somewhere familiar."

Darcie felt the back of her eyes sting with unshed tears. Those words made her uncomfortable. It was worse enough she had no idea how to carry herself, didn't know whether her thoughts were hers. It was bad enough that she couldn't even remember her last name, let alone the names of her parents. She dropped her hands back on the blanket. Her pale skin contrasting the dark blue blanket. She raised her head again and saw that Sirius had his eyes set on her.

"W-what are the names of my parents?" Darcie asked.

"Darcie-" Sirius tried to interrupt, slightly taken back by the change of subject.

"Just...just tell me." Darcie insisted and Sirius sighed before moving towards her bed again and sat down on the edge.

"Amy and Harrison Lyndon." Sirius said slowly. Darcie nodded slowly, hoping those names would spark anything. But her nerves and thoughts remained empty besides the already prominent ache she felt, the one that constantly attacked her heart.

"Why aren't they here?" She continued. "Haven't you told them?"

Sirius slowly shook his head, his grey eyes looking fathomless as he looked at Darcie. "You haven't seen them in the past two years." She frowned.

"I see." The tears were now falling freely, staining her pale cheeks as the dampness clung to her skin. She raised her hands and tried to wipe away the stains, but it didn't matter. She couldn't keep the tears from stopping.

"Darcie." Sirius's voice was pained and he reached out to her.

xxxxxx

He couldn't watch it and not do anything. He wasn't built that way. When a woman sheds tears he had to reach out and try to stop that flow of water. But he was too scared of scaring her that he held back at the last moment. His hands dropping on the blanket. "I'm sorry, love." He apologised and he tried to quench the horrible feeling in his stomach.

Suddenly he felt a hand grab hold of his and he looked down. Seeing Darcie's slender fingers grab hold of his hand. In some ways he was satisfied she initiated physical contact and he progressed the hold by moving closer to her. It's like they say. Give a hand, take an arm.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head. She was letting go completely now. He was wondering how long it would take her, and in some ways she had given in sooner than he had expected. Then again, he wasn't quite sure what to expect in such a situation. He murmured soothing words against her hair and tried to take in the gentle curves of her body, crushed against his chest. Her soft scent invaded his nostrils and for some reason he felt incredibly nostalgic.

Slowly Darcie pulled away. Sirius still had some trouble believing that she had allowed him to comfort her. Then again, perhaps that was what she needed. She couldn't get back her memory without some triggers. And who would be the biggest trigger but him? And even though he knew it was important he couldn't help but resist the temptation even more. He had to feel her again, touch her skin. He couldn't bear to let her go fully.

Sirius still kept his arm around her waist, he couldn't let go of her just yet. And she wasn't protesting. "You don't have to come home with me." Sirius said. "If you want to we can arrange something else."

"No, no!" Darcie protested. It eased the knot in Sirius's stomach. "If I want to get my memory back then I think it's the best thing to do." Sirius observed her motions. "It just took me off guard." She confessed and he nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry." He apologised again and Darcie let out a small sound.

"Stop apologising. It's not your fault." She told him. "Or at least, I hope it's not your fault."

"I would never hurt you." Sirius said slowly looking at her pointedly, even though there was a tinge of pain lingering in those eyes. And he knew that he was being too forward about it. He had to stop wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Darcie blinked a few times. Sirius let out a sigh and slowly moved away from her. He could feel his body protest against the distance but he had to take things slow. This wasn't his Darcie anymore. Just a shell of something that used to be, and he wasn't sure what hurt him more. The fact she was so near and resembled his love, or the fact that she wouldn't be able to fall back in that role anymore. He ran his hand through his long hair and stood up.

Darcie eyed him cautiously. "Where are you going?" She asked nervously. "Aren't you going to take me home?" He tried to ignore the faint throbbing near his chest when he heard her say home.

"I'll be right back, love." He soothed. "Just need to arrange a few things." Darcie frowned but nodded anyways.

"Alright."

"Do you want Lily to stay with you?" She shook her head.

"No, I'm fine."

"Well I'd prefer it if she stayed with you anyways." Sirius interjected. Scenes of her wandering off again filling up his mind. Though he was surprised with her angry tone towards him as she retaliated.

"I said that I'm fine!" She gritted out. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and Sirius felt a flash of familiarity, it stung him yet he couldn't help but grasp onto that feeling with a more desperate cling. Perhaps there was more of Darcie here, than they initially thought.

"Right." He brought out difficulty. "I'll leave you to it then." And he walked out of the door quickly, not bothering to close the door behind him.

Despite the fact that Darcie had agreed to staying with him he knew that it was going to put his patience to the test. And he always was more of a doer than a thinker. He knew that if he pushed his luck with Darcie he was going to pay the price and it was not going to be pretty at all. He had to keep it together, this wasn't about him. This was about her. Having a mental breakdown wasn't going to fix things, nor was it going to fix her. He had to patient.

His feet lead him through the corridor, his mind still trying to wrap itself around the plans. Darcie would be home again, with him.

Alone.

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