Day 7: Are you awake?
Title: Are you awake?
Rating: PG
Prompt: barefootboys Day 7
Word Count: 593
Summary: September 1972 - In the still of early morning, Sirius pays a visit.
Author’s Note: As always…un-beta’d. Maybe one of these days I’ll get around to asking for one.
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“Remus? It’s me, Sirius. Are you awake?” The twelve year old’s whisper carried softly through the high-ceilinged infirmary as daylight slowly broke outside in the warm, Scotland air.
It was September 1972 and Remus’s first full moon night back at Hogwarts. The carefully concealed secret had been revealed to them only a few months previously but Sirius was still in awe.
There was no reply from the prone, bandaged boy in bed. His limbs were tightly wound, his body curled up as if to protect him from dangers as yet unseen. Really, it was a fetal position. Sirius cautiously stepped forward, eyes never leaving Remus’s drawn form.
He reached for a chair and started to drag it over to the bed, but it let out a loud SQUEALSQUEAK and he paused. Sirius was sure that Remus would awaken, if not at the sound of the chair then at the sound of his hearbeat, pounding loudly in his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe as quietly as he could.
Now that he knew how the full moon nights went, Sirius set a little alarm that morning to notify himself of the sunrise. He watched from a window as Madam Pomfrey led a small, hunched form up the steep, green hill and back towards the school. He waited until he was sure that Madam Pomfrey would have either gone back to bed or gone somewhere else before heading downstairs to see his friend.
The whole castle was deafeningly silent. His footfalls echoed off the steps of stairs and the stone floor of corridors. He knew that Remus was embarrassed by his…problem, but Sirius was curious. He wanted to see what happens, he needed to make sure Remus was all right. How bad would his injuries be? What did he look like after a transformation?
Sirius stifled a yawn as he slowly, quietly sat down in the small, green chair. Morning light illuminated a pale, scarred face and made Remus’s hair look golden. Did he keep a spare set of pajamas in the Hospital Wing?
Remus whimpered in his sleep and rolled over, exposing his back to Sirius. It didn’t seem fair for such a bright, kind boy to get this disease. He reached out to hook his fingers under the coverlet and pulled it back up over Remus’s body. It had slipped down to his legs in is sleep.
“Mr. Black? Are you ill?” Madam Pomfrey came bustling into the room, arms loaded up with towels. A knowing look appeared on her face when she glanced from Sirius to Remus. Friends. Of course the boy would be worried about his friend.
“No, ma’am. Just here to check on Remus.” Sirius got to his feet, nervously looking up at the witch.
“Oh, he’ll be all right. Mr. Lupin does this every month and he gets along just fine after each full moon. You’ll see. Now off to bed with you!”
“But, ma’am…” Sirius turned to look back at Remus. Madam Pomfrey tsked quietly, shaking her head.
“No ‘But ma’am’ing me, Mr. Black. He’s sleeping and I believe you should be preparing for breakfast, should you not? Now, off with you! You can visit again after your lessons.” She bustled off, carrying the towels to cabinet.
Sirius carefully patted Remus on the shoulder; the touch was slight and gentle. “I’ll be back and you’d better be awake then.” He murmured quietly. Remus mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t move.
So with a last glance back at his friend, Sirius turned to the door.
Rating: PG
Prompt: barefootboys Day 7
Word Count: 593
Summary: September 1972 - In the still of early morning, Sirius pays a visit.
Author’s Note: As always…un-beta’d. Maybe one of these days I’ll get around to asking for one.
1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| 12| 13
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“Remus? It’s me, Sirius. Are you awake?” The twelve year old’s whisper carried softly through the high-ceilinged infirmary as daylight slowly broke outside in the warm, Scotland air.
It was September 1972 and Remus’s first full moon night back at Hogwarts. The carefully concealed secret had been revealed to them only a few months previously but Sirius was still in awe.
There was no reply from the prone, bandaged boy in bed. His limbs were tightly wound, his body curled up as if to protect him from dangers as yet unseen. Really, it was a fetal position. Sirius cautiously stepped forward, eyes never leaving Remus’s drawn form.
He reached for a chair and started to drag it over to the bed, but it let out a loud SQUEALSQUEAK and he paused. Sirius was sure that Remus would awaken, if not at the sound of the chair then at the sound of his hearbeat, pounding loudly in his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe as quietly as he could.
Now that he knew how the full moon nights went, Sirius set a little alarm that morning to notify himself of the sunrise. He watched from a window as Madam Pomfrey led a small, hunched form up the steep, green hill and back towards the school. He waited until he was sure that Madam Pomfrey would have either gone back to bed or gone somewhere else before heading downstairs to see his friend.
The whole castle was deafeningly silent. His footfalls echoed off the steps of stairs and the stone floor of corridors. He knew that Remus was embarrassed by his…problem, but Sirius was curious. He wanted to see what happens, he needed to make sure Remus was all right. How bad would his injuries be? What did he look like after a transformation?
Sirius stifled a yawn as he slowly, quietly sat down in the small, green chair. Morning light illuminated a pale, scarred face and made Remus’s hair look golden. Did he keep a spare set of pajamas in the Hospital Wing?
Remus whimpered in his sleep and rolled over, exposing his back to Sirius. It didn’t seem fair for such a bright, kind boy to get this disease. He reached out to hook his fingers under the coverlet and pulled it back up over Remus’s body. It had slipped down to his legs in is sleep.
“Mr. Black? Are you ill?” Madam Pomfrey came bustling into the room, arms loaded up with towels. A knowing look appeared on her face when she glanced from Sirius to Remus. Friends. Of course the boy would be worried about his friend.
“No, ma’am. Just here to check on Remus.” Sirius got to his feet, nervously looking up at the witch.
“Oh, he’ll be all right. Mr. Lupin does this every month and he gets along just fine after each full moon. You’ll see. Now off to bed with you!”
“But, ma’am…” Sirius turned to look back at Remus. Madam Pomfrey tsked quietly, shaking her head.
“No ‘But ma’am’ing me, Mr. Black. He’s sleeping and I believe you should be preparing for breakfast, should you not? Now, off with you! You can visit again after your lessons.” She bustled off, carrying the towels to cabinet.
Sirius carefully patted Remus on the shoulder; the touch was slight and gentle. “I’ll be back and you’d better be awake then.” He murmured quietly. Remus mumbled in his sleep, but didn’t move.
So with a last glance back at his friend, Sirius turned to the door.