It would be weird to call him Professor Lupin. “I knew that, I just - “ he broke off and waved his hand vaguely in explanation. Harry chose to take Remus at his word and trust that she wasn’t fetching the authorities to cart Sirius off to Azkaban. Remus helped Sirius to his feet and there they stood together, shoulder to shoulder at the end of the bed, while Harry was alone next to the side-table. He seemed to have lost his words.or at least all the words he hadn’t used in the past fourteen years. “I didn’t - I’m.sorry,” he offered, not knowing what to say. “What’s wrong with you?” Sirius flinched and Harry felt like a git. Still kneeling on the floor at his feet, Sirius was watching him with wide, reverent eyes. “I know I’m safe, why does everyone keep telling me that?” he spat. “She won’t turn Sirius in,” he explained, irritatingly soothing. Remus stepped forward, hands clasped in front of him in that naturally professorial way he had. All he wanted for his first day of freedom was to watch his window in peace, and now he was in a stand-off. He was still getting used to people doing that. It seemed to work, but maybe she’d just listened to him. “DON’T!” Harry stood, whirling around and reaching towards the Healer as if he could stop her by simply flapping his hand about. The Healer started to leave, muttering, “I’ll give you three some privacy…” Harry was sorry for it, but also he wasn’t, so much. His godfather shouldn't have been easy to push over but he toppled backwards onto his arse anyway, bewildered and hurt. “Don’t!” Harry pushed Sirius away on instinct, his stomach clenching as if he’d been punched. “Get him out of here before he gets caught!” he hissed. Sirius froze mid-sob and peeked through his arms at him with watery grey eyes, not even breathing. Wait… “Sirius! Sirius, you have to go! Now!” he whispered, lurching forward to seize him by the shoulders. Harry felt a tad guilty about that and wondered if the Healer would go and tell her gossipy coworkers that he had snapped at his godfather. Sirius was still blubbering into his own arms, careful not to touch him. “Remus?” Harry squinted at the thin figure standing off to the side.
“Oh my fuck, Remus, oh my fuck! Oh my fuck!” The swear jarred Harry for a moment, making him forget about his window. “Oh my fuck!” Sirius croaked, crossing his forearms against his pale, scruffy face, and wailing with abandon. Harry closed one eye and squinted with the other, taking in a face he once knew. He pulled his hands away and left them floating in the air between them, fluttering anxiously. “Don’t.” His voice was cold and hard, stubbornly unyielding in the simpering face of this shattered man who, wonder of wonders, actually conceded. Harry felt a spike of unease in the pit of nothingness inside him he pulled his arms back and scowled down at the man. The man fell to his knees in front of him, clutching his hands, wrists, and arms, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was solid, all while chanting his name over and over again. “Oh Merlin, Harry…” His view was obscured by a tall man with dark hair. Everything was blurry without his glasses. “Hmm…” he responded, turning his head slightly in the direction of the raspy voice but not taking his eyes off that window. He kept his gaze trained on the window as she brought the visitors around the bed. Potter, you’ve visitors,” she went on in the same gentle voice, as if speaking to a frightened animal. The view was nothing special - just the side of a Muggle shopping center - but he thought the clouds might clear soon and he didn’t want to miss his first glimpse of sunshine in fourteen years. Potter?” The Healer from earlier was here again, but he didn’t turn away from the window. It seemed as if, since the dawn of time itself, he’d only ever heard two voices: his own screams, insults, and pleas, matched against his captor’s wheedling attempts to break him. It was strange to eavesdrop on people again. Feral came out and then there were some shushing sounds before the Healers left the large private ward entirely. Mungo’s wing drifted over and he caught a few words. Behind him, voices from the other end of the St. He was sporting jeans and a t-shirt with a picture of a tiger’s face. Harry perched on the edge of the hospital bed, swinging his legs back and forth. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 27,207 Chapters: 4/4 Comments: 52 Kudos: 314 Bookmarks: 73 Hits: 3,990 self-inflicted food deprivation (non-disordered).NO sexual abuse (despite what the summary might suggest).Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
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