The Missing Piece Part 28
Part 28
Harry left St. Mungo’s and apparated to the cottage he shared with his godfather. His hands had stopped shaking since Sirius had been declared stable but it still felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. He quickly grabbed the rucksack he used when the Arrows were on a short road trip and filled it with a change of clothes for both his lover and his godfather. Deciding he would need a distraction he grabbed a book from his bedside table and taking the soft blanket from the living room sofa he took a deep breath and went to wait for sunrise.
A few warming and cushioning charms and Harry was as comfortable as he could be under the circumstances. He figured he had about three hours to wait until it was safe to take Remus to the hospital, so he forced himself calm and opened his book.
After what seemed like days the sun was finally starting to edge over the horizon. Completely pale, and with tears in his eyes Harry cast silencing charms to keep the muggles from hearing the mix of screams and howls coming from inside the warehouse.
When the sun was fully up and the noise had stopped Harry tentatively opened the door. Remus was limp on the floor covered in sweat tinged with blood. A gentle cleaning charm later Harry wrapped his lover in the blanket and apparated to St.Mungo’s.
As expected, the healers were waiting and Remus was placed in the bed across from a curtained off area Harry recognized as Sirius’s bed. With Remus’s care out of his hands Harry moved over to check on his godfather. He moved aside the curtain and was about to greet his friend when he realized Hermione was fast asleep. She had pulled a chair right up to Sirius’s bedside and was curled up in it like a cat one hand still holding his godfather’s. Sirius seemed to be resting comfortably and not wanting to wake them Harry tiptoed away to wait for news on Remus.
***
Sirius woke to a dull ache in his chest and a warm hand in his. He cracked open one eye and sighed. He hated the hospital, as far as he was concerned it had only one thing to offer and she was already curled up beside him. Remembering the night before he gently tugged on the hand in his.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said.
She stretched and let out a yawn, “Good morning yourself. How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been hit by a hippogriff. How are Harry and Remus?”
“Harry is fine, but worried about both of you. Thanks to someone’s rather brave act he only had a few bumps and bruises. He just brought Remus in, they are working on him now, but he’ll be fine.”
Sirius tried to sit up but Hermione put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down to the pillow. “You need to rest. Healer’s orders.”
“What would I do without you?” Sirius said, being sure to give her the most charming smile he could manage at the moment, and was rewarded when she took his hand once again and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
With her free hand she carefully pushed a few stray locks of black hair back from his face, leaving her palm cupping his cheek.
“Let’s not find out, “ she said with a smile.
He returned the gesture, reveling in the smoothness of her cheek against his rough palm.
“I don’t intend to,” he said and gently pulling her face towards him he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
Harry left St. Mungo’s and apparated to the cottage he shared with his godfather. His hands had stopped shaking since Sirius had been declared stable but it still felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. He quickly grabbed the rucksack he used when the Arrows were on a short road trip and filled it with a change of clothes for both his lover and his godfather. Deciding he would need a distraction he grabbed a book from his bedside table and taking the soft blanket from the living room sofa he took a deep breath and went to wait for sunrise.
A few warming and cushioning charms and Harry was as comfortable as he could be under the circumstances. He figured he had about three hours to wait until it was safe to take Remus to the hospital, so he forced himself calm and opened his book.
After what seemed like days the sun was finally starting to edge over the horizon. Completely pale, and with tears in his eyes Harry cast silencing charms to keep the muggles from hearing the mix of screams and howls coming from inside the warehouse.
When the sun was fully up and the noise had stopped Harry tentatively opened the door. Remus was limp on the floor covered in sweat tinged with blood. A gentle cleaning charm later Harry wrapped his lover in the blanket and apparated to St.Mungo’s.
As expected, the healers were waiting and Remus was placed in the bed across from a curtained off area Harry recognized as Sirius’s bed. With Remus’s care out of his hands Harry moved over to check on his godfather. He moved aside the curtain and was about to greet his friend when he realized Hermione was fast asleep. She had pulled a chair right up to Sirius’s bedside and was curled up in it like a cat one hand still holding his godfather’s. Sirius seemed to be resting comfortably and not wanting to wake them Harry tiptoed away to wait for news on Remus.
***
Sirius woke to a dull ache in his chest and a warm hand in his. He cracked open one eye and sighed. He hated the hospital, as far as he was concerned it had only one thing to offer and she was already curled up beside him. Remembering the night before he gently tugged on the hand in his.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said.
She stretched and let out a yawn, “Good morning yourself. How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been hit by a hippogriff. How are Harry and Remus?”
“Harry is fine, but worried about both of you. Thanks to someone’s rather brave act he only had a few bumps and bruises. He just brought Remus in, they are working on him now, but he’ll be fine.”
Sirius tried to sit up but Hermione put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down to the pillow. “You need to rest. Healer’s orders.”
“What would I do without you?” Sirius said, being sure to give her the most charming smile he could manage at the moment, and was rewarded when she took his hand once again and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
With her free hand she carefully pushed a few stray locks of black hair back from his face, leaving her palm cupping his cheek.
“Let’s not find out, “ she said with a smile.
He returned the gesture, reveling in the smoothness of her cheek against his rough palm.
“I don’t intend to,” he said and gently pulling her face towards him he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.