[The video feed reveals a striped shoulder, then an equally striped chest. Someone from the wizarding world would probably recognise the filthy, tattered uniform of an Azkaban inmate
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And half an hour later, so that he has time to change and use a few cleaning charms, Remus shows up at his best mate's door with a large bar of Honeyduke's best and a bottle of firewhiskey that has a bit of it missing. He knocked on the door quickly, his face a mask of concern.
Sirius was standing in front of the fire, staring down at the flames, as Remus knocked. He was holding the wand he had found in a drawer, exactly as Parker had said he would. He had forgotten all about changing. Great. You're off to a brilliant start.
He hastily tore off the tattered stripes and threw them on the fire. "Just a minute," he called out. A few cleaning charms, ruined hair shoved back into a ponytail, and a robe. Good enough. He shuffled over to the door and opened it.
Remus waited, and he closed his eyes as he did so, worried for what another extended period of time among the Dementors could mean. It was horrible thought, really.
After the door was opened, Remus quickly embraced Sirius, holding him tightly for a moment.
Sirius hugged Remus back, glad beyond measure to see him. He hadn't known what to expect when he found himself on the Barge again. Remus had said he would stay until he graduated, but if Sirius had learned anything from this sudden holiday in hell, it was that they had no bloody say in whether they stayed or whether they didn't.
Remus was a Warden, but that didn't mean the Admiral couldn't chuck him overboard tomorrow.
"You're alright, mate. No dementors here." He patted Sirius's back quickly, worried about how skinny his friend was. A part of him wondered if he'd lost more weight and if Remus should have bought over more food than simply a giant block of chocolate. Oh well, Remus knew where there was food, and he could summon it should Sirius desire it.
"Not yet anyway. One day, there will be." He wasn't putting anything past the Admiral now. The Admiral knew what he wanted, and he was going to make his Barge life one endless hell until he got it.
He stepped aside to let Remus in, closing the door behind him. The simple things came back quickly. Hugging, chit chat, closing doors when you had a guest. Good. He wasn't balled up in a corner, feeling the ice creeping up his extremities. That was good, right? "Six months." He glanced briefly at Remus before looking away. "Same as before."
"If that's so, then we're going to need to work on our patronouses, aren't we?" He had a small sense of deja vu, really, offering to practice the patronous charm with Sirius.
"Did you just awaken with your injuries?" Remus looked to Sirius's forehead, remembering how he had told him before about what had happened to get him here.
"Sure. Then there will be a flood where a patronus doesn't work."
He touched his forehead, staring off at nothing for a moment. "It's all a bit...hazy. Just out of reach. Yes. Yes, I did." He dropped his hand. "I was there, and I was facing the wall, the stones, and my forehead hurt. I don't remember what happened before I came back. I didn't do it again." At least he didn't think so.
Sirius took the chocolate bar that Remus had brought. He wouldn't say that he wasn't hungry, that he could barely remember what 'hungry' was. It would come back. It always did. He unwrapped the bar, broke off a piece, and shoved it into his mouth. At least this time, he remembered what food was. Last time, it had been an alien species. He still remembered staring down at the plate of sandwiches Wanda had made for him.
He sighed. "How are things? Is your Inmate behaving himself?"
Remus watched him as he slipped the chocolate into his mouth, and then he shrugged. "Mark is behaving as I expect him too, but as I wish he wouldn't." He didn't want to discuss his inmate, not when Sirius just came back.
"He's an interesting bloke." He spoke around the chocolate melting on his tongue. He broke off another piece and popped it into his mouth, nodding at the question posed. "I never turn down firewhiskey."
He felt as if he was desperately grasping at normal. He chewed this latest hunk of chocolate and returned to the fire, sitting on the rug.
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He hastily tore off the tattered stripes and threw them on the fire. "Just a minute," he called out. A few cleaning charms, ruined hair shoved back into a ponytail, and a robe. Good enough. He shuffled over to the door and opened it.
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After the door was opened, Remus quickly embraced Sirius, holding him tightly for a moment.
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Remus was a Warden, but that didn't mean the Admiral couldn't chuck him overboard tomorrow.
He held him all the more tightly.
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"How long were gone?"
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He stepped aside to let Remus in, closing the door behind him. The simple things came back quickly. Hugging, chit chat, closing doors when you had a guest. Good. He wasn't balled up in a corner, feeling the ice creeping up his extremities. That was good, right? "Six months." He glanced briefly at Remus before looking away. "Same as before."
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"Did you just awaken with your injuries?" Remus looked to Sirius's forehead, remembering how he had told him before about what had happened to get him here.
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He touched his forehead, staring off at nothing for a moment. "It's all a bit...hazy. Just out of reach. Yes. Yes, I did." He dropped his hand. "I was there, and I was facing the wall, the stones, and my forehead hurt. I don't remember what happened before I came back. I didn't do it again." At least he didn't think so.
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"We need to get some chocolate into you. And then some decent food. That will help, I think."
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He sighed. "How are things? Is your Inmate behaving himself?"
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"Firewhiskey?"
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He felt as if he was desperately grasping at normal. He chewed this latest hunk of chocolate and returned to the fire, sitting on the rug.
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