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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Remus/Sirius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
5,875
Reviews:
36
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0
Currently Reading:
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I own nothing of Harry Potter and I’m making no profits out of this. I wish I had Sirius though –sighs-
Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Standing under the thankfully hot water gushing out from the showerhead, Remus ran a hand through his wet chestnut-brown hair tiredly. He could feel the muscles in his body screaming in protest in response to the small action.
The full moon was last night.
It had taken every last bit of energy he had left in his body after the extra horrendous night, to have pulled himself out of his self-made cage at daybreak and into the shower to wash the blood and dirt from the floor of the basement off his body.
Surveying the new damage to his already scarred and painfully thin body, he scanned over the deep jagged gouges over his protruding ribs. It had been a bloody rough night, and Moony had been especially angry and violent resulting in him being able to see the faint shining whiteness of his bones in some of the deeper gouges on his ribs.
As he stood hunched over in his shower with bloody rivets of dirty water streaming down his body and into the drain, his thoughts, despite the extensive damage to his body, was on his precious little girl who was still in hospital.
Although it was not a serious case of dragon pox, it still had taken Adara three weeks to have been released from the Serious Care Unit, plus another week to go in the normal wards for observation.
This had meant that Remus had to leave Adara in the hospital last night so that he could come home for his monthly transformation.
She had tried to be brave last night, especially with her newfound fear of hospitals. Being a sensitive child, she had formed an immediate hatred of the depressive atmosphere, the smells and just the feel of St. Mungos.
But Remus still noticed the shimmer in her eyes as he kissed her goodnight on her forehead, as she fought hard to keep her tears in, knowing her Papa hated to leave her too, especially because of his ‘furry problem’.
‘Goodnight Papa. Be good to Papa, Moony!’, she had whispered softly in his ear.
Remembering those words, and the wolf’s subsequent agony of knowing its cub was in pain, was enough to jolt Remus out of his pain-induced haze and stumble haphazardly out of the shower in search for his wand to seal his wounds, and get to his daughter as soon as possible.
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After what felt like ages, especially with the pain coursing through his body with each slight action, Remus had managed to staunch the bleeding of his wounds, and bandage them haphazardly.
As long as no one could see blood seeping through his clothes, he could live with the pain. Especially with the help of one of Poppy’s painkiller potions. It was the strongest one she had, and even that could only stem a fraction of the pain.
Grabbing Adara’s little backpack that was filled with her freshly washed pajamas and a small bag of chocolates, he carefully and gingerly headed to his fireplace. With all the pain he was in, plus the potion, he did not dare risk Apparating. He did not want to be left without a head.
Grabbing a handful of the Floo powder out of the almost empty pot, Remus sighed to himself as the list of upcoming expenses grew again in his head.
He had no idea how in the bloody world he was going to be able to pay for Adara’s four weeks in hospital, her medicine and now bloody Floo powder. Merlin.
Plus, having spent the last three weeks at the hospital with Adara, and not at work, wasn’t helping either.
Growling softly to himself, Remus shoved all those thoughts out of his head as he flung the Floo powder rather angrily into his fireplace, saying ‘St. Mungo’s Hospital’ before stepping into the now-green fireplace.
Adara’s well-being always came first. As long as she was healthy, the rest he could deal with.
With that last thought, he stepped out from one of the Floo portals in St Mungo’s grand reception area that was bustling with patients and Healers scurrying back forth.
Taking a short moment to catch his breath and let the pain in his ribs subside, Remus leaned rather bonelessly against the brick wall next to the portal.
As he closed his eyes and took a few deep shuddering breaths to calm himself, he suddenly heard two familiar voices that he had not heard in more than five years.
Ignoring the pain in his side and his neck, his head shot up immediately looking for the source of the voices.
He did not have to look far, for right in front of him were James and Lily.
Struggling to hold on to the ravaged man between the two of them, who was leaving a bloody smear on the floor as his feet dragged along lifelessly, the two of them were shouting desperately for a Healer or a nurse to tend to the man.
‘Help! SOMEONE HELP! My friend’s seriously injured! I NEED SOME HELP HERE NOW!’
James bellowed at the top of his voice, which finally caught the attention of a Healer who was passing by.
Conjuring up a floating stretcher immediately, the Healer immediately ordered James and Lily to place the injured man on it, and rapidly fired off various questions at James regarding the man’s wellbeing.
‘He’s my Auror partner. I have no bloody clue what happened to him! I opened the door this morning and found him on my doorstep in this state. His name is…’
Before James could even get to identifying the bloody and ravaged man’s name, Remus had already tuned the rambling man out.
When James had lifted the man onto the stretcher in the midst of his panicked ramblings, Remus had caught a sight of the face of the injured man.
Despite being covered in blood and scratches, Remus would never forget that face for as long as he lived. That face was imprinted on the back of his eyelids, so that when he closed his eyes every night, all he could see was that beautiful face.
Oh Merlin, the man lying on the stretcher right in front of him, bleeding out on the shiny marble floor, was Sirius.
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Hello, so I’ve finally gotten the ball rolling. Heh. Sorry to leave you guys with such a cliffhanger. Will try to get the next one up asap.
A few notes:
1) there won’t be Voldemort – I can’t deal with too many things going on -.-
2) harry is a maybe
3) I’m killing off Peter (or rather, at this point in time he’s alr dead :p )
Do read and review! I’m TRYING to make my chapts longer, or upload faster. Sorry! xxx
Standing under the thankfully hot water gushing out from the showerhead, Remus ran a hand through his wet chestnut-brown hair tiredly. He could feel the muscles in his body screaming in protest in response to the small action.
The full moon was last night.
It had taken every last bit of energy he had left in his body after the extra horrendous night, to have pulled himself out of his self-made cage at daybreak and into the shower to wash the blood and dirt from the floor of the basement off his body.
Surveying the new damage to his already scarred and painfully thin body, he scanned over the deep jagged gouges over his protruding ribs. It had been a bloody rough night, and Moony had been especially angry and violent resulting in him being able to see the faint shining whiteness of his bones in some of the deeper gouges on his ribs.
As he stood hunched over in his shower with bloody rivets of dirty water streaming down his body and into the drain, his thoughts, despite the extensive damage to his body, was on his precious little girl who was still in hospital.
Although it was not a serious case of dragon pox, it still had taken Adara three weeks to have been released from the Serious Care Unit, plus another week to go in the normal wards for observation.
This had meant that Remus had to leave Adara in the hospital last night so that he could come home for his monthly transformation.
She had tried to be brave last night, especially with her newfound fear of hospitals. Being a sensitive child, she had formed an immediate hatred of the depressive atmosphere, the smells and just the feel of St. Mungos.
But Remus still noticed the shimmer in her eyes as he kissed her goodnight on her forehead, as she fought hard to keep her tears in, knowing her Papa hated to leave her too, especially because of his ‘furry problem’.
‘Goodnight Papa. Be good to Papa, Moony!’, she had whispered softly in his ear.
Remembering those words, and the wolf’s subsequent agony of knowing its cub was in pain, was enough to jolt Remus out of his pain-induced haze and stumble haphazardly out of the shower in search for his wand to seal his wounds, and get to his daughter as soon as possible.
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After what felt like ages, especially with the pain coursing through his body with each slight action, Remus had managed to staunch the bleeding of his wounds, and bandage them haphazardly.
As long as no one could see blood seeping through his clothes, he could live with the pain. Especially with the help of one of Poppy’s painkiller potions. It was the strongest one she had, and even that could only stem a fraction of the pain.
Grabbing Adara’s little backpack that was filled with her freshly washed pajamas and a small bag of chocolates, he carefully and gingerly headed to his fireplace. With all the pain he was in, plus the potion, he did not dare risk Apparating. He did not want to be left without a head.
Grabbing a handful of the Floo powder out of the almost empty pot, Remus sighed to himself as the list of upcoming expenses grew again in his head.
He had no idea how in the bloody world he was going to be able to pay for Adara’s four weeks in hospital, her medicine and now bloody Floo powder. Merlin.
Plus, having spent the last three weeks at the hospital with Adara, and not at work, wasn’t helping either.
Growling softly to himself, Remus shoved all those thoughts out of his head as he flung the Floo powder rather angrily into his fireplace, saying ‘St. Mungo’s Hospital’ before stepping into the now-green fireplace.
Adara’s well-being always came first. As long as she was healthy, the rest he could deal with.
With that last thought, he stepped out from one of the Floo portals in St Mungo’s grand reception area that was bustling with patients and Healers scurrying back forth.
Taking a short moment to catch his breath and let the pain in his ribs subside, Remus leaned rather bonelessly against the brick wall next to the portal.
As he closed his eyes and took a few deep shuddering breaths to calm himself, he suddenly heard two familiar voices that he had not heard in more than five years.
Ignoring the pain in his side and his neck, his head shot up immediately looking for the source of the voices.
He did not have to look far, for right in front of him were James and Lily.
Struggling to hold on to the ravaged man between the two of them, who was leaving a bloody smear on the floor as his feet dragged along lifelessly, the two of them were shouting desperately for a Healer or a nurse to tend to the man.
‘Help! SOMEONE HELP! My friend’s seriously injured! I NEED SOME HELP HERE NOW!’
James bellowed at the top of his voice, which finally caught the attention of a Healer who was passing by.
Conjuring up a floating stretcher immediately, the Healer immediately ordered James and Lily to place the injured man on it, and rapidly fired off various questions at James regarding the man’s wellbeing.
‘He’s my Auror partner. I have no bloody clue what happened to him! I opened the door this morning and found him on my doorstep in this state. His name is…’
Before James could even get to identifying the bloody and ravaged man’s name, Remus had already tuned the rambling man out.
When James had lifted the man onto the stretcher in the midst of his panicked ramblings, Remus had caught a sight of the face of the injured man.
Despite being covered in blood and scratches, Remus would never forget that face for as long as he lived. That face was imprinted on the back of his eyelids, so that when he closed his eyes every night, all he could see was that beautiful face.
Oh Merlin, the man lying on the stretcher right in front of him, bleeding out on the shiny marble floor, was Sirius.
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Hello, so I’ve finally gotten the ball rolling. Heh. Sorry to leave you guys with such a cliffhanger. Will try to get the next one up asap.
A few notes:
1) there won’t be Voldemort – I can’t deal with too many things going on -.-
2) harry is a maybe
3) I’m killing off Peter (or rather, at this point in time he’s alr dead :p )
Do read and review! I’m TRYING to make my chapts longer, or upload faster. Sorry! xxx