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Waking up	By : Pegasus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
The next day Sophie felt to weak to leave her bed. It went even faster than she had feared. The day after that she was asking for more morphine. Her parents had been given instructions on how to administer it and normally it was highly unusual that they would be given permission for this but Sophie had known the doctor and they had shared a common love for the British Coast. So he had understood her longing and had not wanted to deprive her of her last wish to die by the sea. He had taught her mother and her father how to use the morphine and how much to use and since they had come by car the substance had not been found in search by customs. Now she felt like she could not bear the pain anymore and only wanted the constant ache to end.
Her father was reluctant but her mother couldn’t bear her suffering and tried to convince him when there was a knock on the front door. Her father came back up with him following.
At first he just stood in the doorway staring at her. She had changed dramatically. Her eyes were sunken in and red. Her face pale and sunken in. Merlin, he might be too late. Why had he waited so long? What a fool he had been!
In one swift motion he was sitting on her bed holding her hand.
“I can help you.” It felt as if these words had waited to be spoken, had pushed for their release and the feeling of freedom when he had uttered them was incredible. He couldn’t help smiling. It was a desperate smile, the kind you have on your face when you are trying to convince yourself of the impossible.
“I can help you and you will be alright again.”
She smiled back at him. Her warm, welcoming smile and for that one moment he could believe this smile was reserved for him only.
“Hey! Good to see you! How are you?”
How bizarre was that. She was laying there dying and asked him how he was.
“Listen to me, I can take you to a place where you can be helped.”
He knew he needed to tread carefully now. He needed to give her a credible story why and how he could save her without scaring her or make her suspicious. He knew she was Christian and believed in all that. And it was that faith and the close-mindedness of muggles that had let to the separation of their worlds. If he didn’t play this right she would not agree to his plan and die.
“I … I used to work in a special institution. And this entitled me to certain privileges. One of them is a special medical care for me and any family members. So… I know this may sound … ridiculous… but it would only be temporary. So if you agreed to become a family member… only temporarily of course… then I could take you there and you could be saved.”
She was still smiling.
“There is nothing that can save me. But that’s ok. If it’s the way it should be then I will not fret.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. You can be saved! There are ways to help you.”
“If there was I would have been saved already. I saw some of the best doctors of my country and they all said I couldn’t be helped.”
“This is not what you think of. I told you it is not available to everybody.”
“How can that be? If there was a way to cure cancer why are so many people dying of it? Nobody would keep a cure for cancer only for a few.”
“It is different. A different cure. Nothings your doctors will have heard of.”
“A new medicine? A trial?”
He wasn’t quite sure what she meant but if it helped.
“Yes, yes, a trial. This medicine could help you.”
“But I’m not a family member.”
“You could be… for a while…”
“How?”
“If you married me…”
Now her smile grew even wider.
“Marry you?”
She liked that thought. If she married him she could die as his wife and she would at least have that.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He lept up without another word and practically ran out the door. When he came back a few moments later, he had another man in tow.
“This is Mr. Stevens from the community council. He will register our marriage and hand us the certificate.”
“You are well prepared.”
“We have no time to lose.”
Mr. Stevens was obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable with the situation. He probably didn’t marry a woman on her deathbed to a man in a great hurry very often. But he did his best to be as professional as possible and not to stumble over “long life together” or “til death do us part.” Her parents were standing by with disbelieve written all over their faces. To Sophie it was almost amusing.
Then they signed the documents, Sophie sitting up with her mother's help, Sam looking desperate to get it all over with. When finally done, Sam nearly pushed Stevens out the door. The poor man had hardly had time to say a proper goodbye. When Sam returned from walking him to the front door, he found Sophie in a discussion with her parents.
“My mother is suspicious about your motives to marry me.” she chuckled.
“She will thank me when she realises that you will live.”
“Sam, I will not live.”
“Yes, you will. I will take you to London now where you will be treated.”
Upon that her mother and her father too strongly objected. They did not want to leave her side during her final hours. And Sophie too obviously did not believe him yet.
“I cannot force you to come with me, but I can promise you, if you do and if you believe in me, then you will live. And if you are dying, what have you got to lose? What reason would I have to lie to you and what could I possibly do to you since you are already dying?”
She couldn’t deny he had no reason at all to lie to her and nothing to gain from burdening himself with a dying woman.
“Ok. I’ll come to London.”
Her parents were furious and would not hear of it. Sophie was trying her best to convince them. In the end Sam just picked her up and carried her downstairs. There was a lot of shouting and her mother started crying. She asked Sam to stop and turn her around.
“Mama, it’s OK. He is right. I have nothing to lose. But if they can help me, I have so much to gain. Let me try. And if it’s not working, Sam will bring me back, won’t you, Sam?”
“Yes… but it will work.” Was he still just trying to convince himself?
She said goodbye to her parents amidst many tears on their side and then he carried her up the path.
Her mother and father looked after them, not sure whether it was the right decision she had taken.
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