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Other Worlds	By : OrdinaryMortal Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Just before dawn, they entered the room.
Bardwell and her two assistants took up their agreed positions around Remus' bed, while Sirius shimmered back to his usual form. Wordlessly picking up Harry, he took the toddler downstairs, cradled in his arms as if he would never let go. Turnwise, the elf on duty, handed him a warmed bottle of milk and ushered him into a deep armchair, spelling a blanket around them. He continued setting the silencing charms around the room as instructed,while the grieving man sat, still unnaturally calm from the extra strong draught last night. He would stay with the man and help where he could, understanding that just being present, but not intruding, held its own healing magic in times of bereavement.
Upstairs, the nurse slipped into the space next to Severus' bed, and checked his vitals. They needed to keep him under until the Mind Healer arrived, and it was a delicately balanced spell. Given that there would be chaos and emotional upheaval in the room in the coming minutes, it was crucial that his subconscious be shielded until it could protect himself, and he was regarded as one of the best. Whoever this young man was, he was obviously important. He nodded to Bardwell to let her know his charge was protected.
They didn't have long to wait.
As the first light of the new day became visible over Kemare Head, the wolf began to twist its body through the unnatural shapes between the wolf and the human form. Bones that were already shattered from multiple Bombardus curses broke again as his body remade itself, the spelled closed skin and organs below similarly twisting. What was usually agony became fresh torture, and Bardwell fought to keep the Were's mind from registering the pain even as her junior doctors rushed to apply the potions they had not been able to give the wolf due to his radically different physiology.
Hours passed. Different healers bearing different potions were summoned, each too focused on the task of saving the man to pass on information from the world outside. As the last fishing boats returned the tension in the room finally lessened, and Bardwell simply spelled her patient to a light healing sleep from which he would wake naturally in a few hours. Sending her juniors back to St Mungo's to care for the other casualties of the full moon, she walked to the study opposite, and was beckoned in.
'You'll have to report to me, I'm afraid, as Unspeakable Holmes has not returned yet. How is Mr Lupin?' The man who was clearly related to the Unspeakable waved her into an extremely comfortable chair, and poured them both a cup of tea from the service on the little table at her side. He noticed her very faint look of surprise and laughed as he returned to his own chair. 'Total Squib, my dear. None of this fancy stick waving for me; if I want a cuppa I have to bally well pour it myself, at least, if Biddle isn't around. Which he isn't. Too much going on today for me to hog my elf's attention, though I dare say he'd try to fit me in. But relaxing banter aside', and indeed, his face was utterly serious, 'what is going on with those two gentleman in there, and the man barely holding it together in my kitchen, hmm?'
Bardwell cleared her thoughts. Squib or not, the man was obviously in a position of authority here, and the sooner he was briefed, the sooner she could take a few hours to attend to other patients.
'Mr Lupin was tortured for an extended period before the shift, though not in wolf form. The injuries we saw on the wolf were mostly caused by those caused to the man by severe and sustained spell damage, combined with shifting at a close to negligible level of magical power and the silver chains, which were again conjured around the man before the shift. Sir, werewolves are hard to kill, bar that would kill anything, like decapitation. They come back and heal from what would kill a man, or for that matter, a wolf, due to their deep magical core and accelerated healing. Whoever did this to Mr Lupin would have succeeded in killing him if help had not come exactly when it did.'
'You think there was more than retrieving information intended?'
'Undoubtedly. There were numerous cutting hexes, and it's my belief that the perpetrator intended to break every single bone in Mr Lupin's body bar the skull, and that spared only to allow the multiple mind rapes he endured. Sadly, I have no doubt that the information sought was successfully acquired; Mr Lupin's mind was awash with guilt and sorrow. I suspect this was why Mr Holmes requested me in particular, as I specialised in Mind Healing before becoming intrigued by Were psychology and physiology.'
She paused for a moment, clearly drained by the intensive work needed to heal Remus. She looked up, and held Sherrinford's gaze. 'I would like to ask for ten minutes alone with the perpetrator once he is apprehended, because I am so...enraged at what was done to this man. Not even that scum Greyback deserves this.'
Wordlessly Sherrinford passed her a biscuit to allow her to take a moment.
'There were at least four separate bouts with Cruciatus, although at weaker curse levels than I've seen from other Death Eater attacks. The nerve damage should be almost completely reversed, thanks to that, although it would have been excruciating to endure. The slicing hexes nicked his liver and left lung, but mostly were not deep enough to cause organ damage. He'll need further rebuilding potions over the next three days for the tendons and muscles in his legs from where he was hamstrung, but he should be encouraged to walk around 10 metres distance today, around this floor tomorrow and downstairs the day after.'
'I'm sure we can manage the potions regimen and any physical therapy. What should we expect, mentally?'
'I've done what I can to assuage the guilt coming from his subconscious, as no one should have to carry that burden after torture. The memory of the attack is in here', and she handed over a silver flask. 'I don't know if you know how this works, but in short, 'memory retrieval ' is an imprecise term. What is left behind is a residual shade of itself, with much of the emotion removed; a flattened form of memory akin to reading an account of it in a book. The knowledge of the retrieved memory remains, but we have found the brain is better able to heal if most of the overpowering emotions are absent. It is, in theory, possible to return the memory in full, but we do advise against that.
She thankfully took a sip of tea, and continued: 'This way the victim will not have to deal with flash back memories bleeding through into the rest of their lives, but retains perspective of the incident, as well as the knowledge that a crime was committed on them against their will. While Mr Lupin will, and should, feel sorrow at the consequences of this crime, it will not be confused with personal responsibility.'
'I will pass that on to Mr Holmes, and I am certain his friends will be grateful for that knowledge,' Sherrinford murmured. Dr Bardwell snorted. 'If they aren't, then frankly they should go get fucked. That man in there is a hero - in fact, both men are, for all that the other one has the damn Mark on his arm. And yes, I checked. I always check, these days. The Marked one almost turned himself into a squib saving Lupin. I have never seen such a huge donation of magical energy, and it undoubtedly kept him alive last night. It has also, however, formed a nascent soul bond between the two, which, well, let's just say I hope they like each other already, because on a personal level things just got a lot more involved.'
She took a si of tea, and collected her thoughts. 'The man downstairs has no physical or mental damage, but is grieving close friends. The child is safe for now, but once these two are healed I want to have a close look at him with some colleagues. I'll submit their names later. Now, I'm going to check on my other patients, and I will send another Healer to cover for me in the meantime, but I will be back by dusk.'
Sherrinford stood and shook her hand, thanking her warmly and politely offering her the Floo from that room. Walking past the room where the two men slept, he nodded at the nurse sitting with Severus, before making his way down the cool stairway to the kitchen, where his other guests needed him.
Sirius raised his head, and Sherrinford could clearly see he'd been weeping. Nothing wrong with that; his brothers might not be big on the whole emotions thing, but he sometimes joked he made up for them both. The man needed a bloody big hug, is what he did, but whether he thought he did was another thingamajig, so either tea or whiskey would have to do. As ever, Turnwise seemed to read his bloody mind, because down to the table floated a bottle of Old Ogden's finest and two of the large glasses. Marvellous people, elves.
'Mr Black, I'm Sherrinford, Mycroft's brother, and I don't do surnames. What I can do is tell you that Remus is out of danger; needs a couple of days of potions and whatnot, but the bastard who tried to kill him failed miserably. However, the same bastard put himself on the shitlist of myself, you, the chap lying next to him, my brother, and frankly scarier than all combined, the doctor who put him back together. They are keeping Severus under until she comes back, because apparently she needs Remus for that, and I am not questioning her about anything, ever.'
Numbly, Sirius said his thanks. Harry began to stir in his arms, the mild sleeping draught the good doctor had instructed be slipped into his milk clearly wearing off.
'Right, Sirius, this is what we are going to do. In a minute, we're going to give that young fella something to eat, for which time I know you are going to hold it together. I've seen your file, and I know you're a soldier; and right now he needs your absolute focus. After that, though, he will need distracting and playtime, and those are two activities that you are not going to be able to participate in today. Turnwise is therefore going to turn the living room into a toddlers' paradise, and unless I'm much mistaken is looking forward greatly to an afternoon slacking off and playing with building blocks and whatnot. He is largely responsible for the man you see today, so you are going to trust him to keep Harry safe and amused.'
Sirius just nodded. Having the decision made for him was a relief, frankly. Turnwise deftly picked up Harry, who had been solemnly watching him since he woke, and slipped him into a high chair. A plate of cheese, star shaped crackers and little jam toasties shaped like crescent moons appeared in front of him, and Harry crowed with delight. Watching him eat was a joy all it's own, Sherrinford decided, particularly as he didn't have to clean the sticky tyke afterwards, and even Sirius managed to smile when Harry managed to levitate the spoon full of yoghurt served next straight into his ear. A click of elf fingers, and a contented and, thankfully, clean toddler was lifted up by his Uncle and taken through to what was possibly Santa's workshop, judging by Harry's expression. He barely noticed the two men slipping back out of the room.
Sirius sat back in his chair with, Sherrinford thought, just a touch more life to him than before. He looked quizzically at Sherrinford, who acted as if the question had been spoken out loud:
'Now? Now the wake begins, my friend. We will sit and toast your friends, you shall tell me their story, we shall weep and we shall honour their memory. To James and Lily Potter, and may their names be forever loved.'
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