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Hold on Tight	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7315 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. This fic is for entertainment purposes only!

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-thirteen
- 14-fourteen
- 15-fifteen
- 16-sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-eighteen
- 19-nineteen
- 20-twenty
- 21-twenty one
- 22-twenty two
- 23-twenty three
- 24-twenty four
- 25-twenty five
- 26-twenty six
- 27-twenty seven
- 28-twenty eight
- 29-Twenty nine
- 27
- 28
- 29
Author's Notes: Whew, this took a little longer than anticipated to post, sorry about that! I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl last month, but she was a month early so life has been a bit chaotic! It was a bumpy road in my last part of pregnancy and through delivery, but she's healthy and doing well now! She's been a pretty good baby since getting home, which allowed me to get back to a decent writing schedule. Hoping to get this installment wrapped up here quickly because I'm so excited to keep this story moving along and to get us to our 4th and final part of this series!

"You're late."
"Sirius, you're late every day."
"Yeah, but you're never late, and you know what today is,"
"They're not going to wake her up without you; just relax. I gotta whiz, hold on—"
Sirius sighed impatiently and drummed his fingertips on the steel kitchen prep table as he watched Rupert bumble off to the restroom. Allie had been sedated at St. Mungo's for the past week and had spent every moment he wasn't working at her side. Despite her being completely sedated, he felt guilty she was in there all alone and even more guilty that he thought it was his fault she was there in the first place.
"Sirius, table 12 needs a Leaky soup and salad and a Reuben platter." Alma barked through the kitchen window.
"My shift is over; I'm not making that," Sirius said contemptuously. "You'll have to wait for Rupert."
"It won't kill you to make one more plate, you lazy son of a bitch," Alma snapped sarcastically. "At least give me my damn salad."
Sirius rolled his eyes and tossed a packet of saltine crackers at Alma through the kitchen window. "I should quit this goddamn job," He grumbled under his breath as he quickly assembled a Leaky salad. He took no care to arrange the ingredients neatly, instead just haphazardly throwing lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, and croutons onto a plate as fast as possible.
"Dressing on the side," Alma demanded.
Sirius huffed as he slopped some vinaigrette dressing into a small ramekin and tossed it in the kitchen window, dressing overflowing over the sides messily. Alma rolled her eyes and wiped the exterior of the ramekin with a nearby rag.
"You need to relax, you know that?" She said, softening her tone. "They're not going to wake her up without you."
Word about what had happened to Allie had spread fast, thanks to her sister Shannon's big mouth. Everyone had been very supportive and concerned about her condition, especially after what Lenore pulled last time.
"I told them I would be there 2:00 sharp," he said. "And it's…" he looked at his watch. "2:02. What's taking Rupert so long?"
"I'm here, I'm here," Rupert grumbled, shuffling back into the kitchen and drying his hands on the front of his trousers. "Now go before your bloomers ride up your arse any farther."
Sirius tossed his apron in the hamper and grabbed his winter cloak from the coatrack faster than he'd ever moved before. He was halfway out the back door as he heard Alma shout after him.
"Tell Allie we all said hello!"
He apparated most of the way but stopped by a flower shop just around the corner to pick out a small bouquet. He was annoyed that most of the shop was taken over by red roses for Valentine's Day, taking longer than expected to find an appropriate arrangement. A dozen red roses didn't exactly scream, 'sorry you're in the hospital because our psychotic stalker tried to kill you again.'
After a few minutes, he found a small bouquet of yellow, orange, and purple, assorted flowers in the clearance bin that had seen better days. Since this seemed to be his only other choice, they were going to have to do.
St. Mungo's was relatively busy today, and reception/guest check-in had an incredibly long line. Sirius decided to bypass the Welcome Witch's desk, and to his surprise, nobody paid him any mind. He made his way to Allie's room, the wilting flower bouquet clenched tightly in his left hand. He walked in, half surprised and half furious to find Allie was already awake. She was seated, propped up in bed with half a dozen pillows behind her. She was pale, and her hair was larger and frizzier than typical. A medi-witch stood over her with a clipboard.
"She's awake?" Sirius gasped, rounding on the medi-witch instantly. "She wasn't supposed to be woken up until I got here!"
"We had to wake her early," The medi-witch explained. "The Aurors needed a statement from her, and we couldn't wait—"
"How long?!" he snapped. "How long has she been awake?"
The medi-witch looked uncertain about handling Sirius's hostility and wasted no time to exit the room when Allie asked if she could have a minute alone with him.
"I've been awake for a few hours," Allie explained. "The Healers tried to wait, but Auror Payne was insistent that they couldn't. He had a Ministry order."
Sirius sighed defeatedly. "I've promised you all week I would be here before you woke," he said. "I didn't want you to be alone."
"It's ok," Allie said, giving him an understanding smile. "So… I guess those macarons weren't from you?"
"No," Sirius laughed uncomfortably as he sat on her bedside. He twirled the bouquet in his hands, unable to look her in the eye. "It was her—Lenore, I mean. She threatened to go after you, but I figured with you only being at school or home, or at least with someone from the Order, that you were safe. I never imagined she'd get you right in front of me," His eyes stung as he held back guilty tears. "God, if only I wasn't in the bathroom, I would've stopped you…"
"It's not your fault," Allie said, reaching out and lifting his chin until their eyes met. Sirius noticed they were red and puffy as if she'd been crying. "Please don't blame yourself." After a moment's pause, "So, you spoke with her? When did you forget your potion?"
His eyes darted back down to the flowers again. "...I didn't." Sirius took a breath. "She cornered me after work one day while I was walking home."
Allie sat back against her pillows, taking a moment before speaking just above a whisper.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to worry."
In the moment of silence they had, Sirius couldn't bring himself to look at her. He felt immense guilt from hiding this from her. He wondered if she'd known Lenore was after her if it would've made her more hesitant to accept a surprise sweets delivery.
"I appreciate you wanting to keep me from worrying, but that's something you should've shared with me."
Sirius nodded. "I know."
Another moment of silence passed before she reached out for the flowers in Sirius's hands.
"These for me?" she asked, giving him a small smile.
"Oh, yeah," He said, handing her the bouquet still without making eye contact. "They look like dog shit, sorry."
She giggled and shook her head dismissively. "They're lovely," she sniffed the wilting flowers and smiled. "Thank you. They'll perk right up with the right potions and some water."
She placed the bouquet on the bedside table gently, smiling softly as her fingertips traced a daisy petal lightly.
"So when are you getting out of here?" Sirius asked.
"Ah, I'm not sure." Allie blushed and began fidgeting with a loose thread on the hospital blanket. "I'm apparently being admitted to the 4th floor."
"Long-term spell damage?" Sirius asked
She nodded. "I— I'm having some trouble walking," She said, seeming slightly embarrassed to admit her ailments. "And standing, for more than a few seconds. They think the nerves in my legs were compromised by whatever she poisoned me with."
"Can they fix it?" Sirius asked thickly.
"They're optimistic, but they want to keep me for a few days to make sure I improve with potions and treatment before letting me come home. I'm hoping to have my school assignments owled so I can stay on task."
"I'm sure Remus would pick them up for you," Sirius said. "And tutor you. I think he likes it. Makes him feel like he's teaching again."
"I would not have been able to make it this far without him," She said, smiling with admiration. "He's helped me so much. I owe him greatly. He's a wonderful teacher."
"Don't tell him that," Sirius snickered. "It'll go to his head, make him all cocky."
They laughed, but after a moment, Allie's smile suddenly faded. "There is something else I need to tell you."
She moved her attention from the loose blanket thread to her chipped purple nail polish, using her thumbnail to scrape bits of flaking polish away.
"They did an exam on me today," she said softly. "Comprehensive exam, because of, well, everything that's happened over the past couple of months,"
Allie paused for a minute, taking a deep breath as Sirius looked at her inquisitively.
"They said about 95% of my uterine lining was ablated by whatever Lenore poisoned me with the first time,"
Her voice shook as she spoke.
"They believe whatever she gave me was supposed to rip the placenta away from the uterine wall and kill us both. But I didn't die, and now the odds of getting pregnant are astronomic— even the Healer said all the luck in the world probably isn't even enough."
Tears welled in her eyes, and she sat back against her pillow, unable to look at Sirius. She used the collar of her hospital gown to wipe her eyes, struggling to settle her breath.
Sirius was silent. This was hands down the worst news he'd received in a long time, but he was oddly calm. Maybe because he knew how torn up, she was that he needed to be strong for her. Hell, he was famous for bottling up his feelings and taking bad news in great stride, only to blow up at an inappropriate time later.
For years he'd given up on the dream of having an everyday life, figuring he would spend his entire existence rotting in a cell in Azkaban. But once he got a second chance, an opportunity to build a life and a family, he was overjoyed. He would finally have what he spent many nights dreaming about as he would watch the waves of the North Sea slosh around outside his cell window. Now not only was he grieving the loss of the baby he so desperately wanted, but he had the grief that having another child wasn't even a possibility.
"I understand that this may be a deal-breaker for you…."
A deal-breaker? Sirius was astounded at the implication. Yes, he wanted a family, he wanted a family terribly, but he wanted that with her. He'd never been in love until her, and the idea of not being with her, especially over something she had no control over, felt absurd.
He was suddenly aware of the small velvet box in his pocket. He'd brought it thinking he would be taking Allie home and immediately finish what he'd started last weekend. He'd never imagined proposing in a hospital, but right now felt more right than ever. He couldn't let her feel like she was alone in all this, that he would even entertain the thought of leaving her. As long as she would have him, he was hers.
"Don't even give that a second thought," he said gently.
He pulled out the box and flipped it open, ignoring her questioning expression as he took her hand.
"I was going to do this last weekend, but we were interrupted," He plucked the ring out of the box and held it out to show her. The center oval diamond glittered in the fluorescent hospital lights, complemented by an array of smaller diamonds fashioned into one larger, statement piece. "I know this isn't the most romantic of places to do this, but I don't want to wait any longer, and it just seems like no matter when I plan to do this, something gets in the way…."
Sirius's nerves got the best of him, and he continued to babble for another minute or so. He was unsure if he even uttered the actual question 'will you marry me?'. Based on Allie's wide-eyed expression though, he figured she got the picture.
"But…" She said softly. "Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"I heard you." He nodded.
"I don't think you did," Her brow furrowed. "I can't have children. I can't give you a family", she repeated.
"No, I did hear you," he said. "It doesn't matter. None of that matters."
"But…" Tears poured down her face once more. "I know how much you want that…."
"All I want is a life with you, even if it looks different than we imagined," He smiled easily. "We'll spend our money traveling or on frivolous things like fancy furniture or his and hers motorbikes. We could buy a cabin in the woods and spend our weekends there because we can leave at the drop of a hat since we have no responsibilities. Hell, we can get a dog, maybe two."
Allie let out a mixture of a sob and a laugh "a dog?"
"Yeah, a dog," Sirius said, almost chuckling. "but not one of those little yappy demon things— we'll get a real dog. A hound of some kind, maybe."
Allie wiped her face roughly with the collar of her hospital gown again, struggling to control her sobs.
"I want children, yes," Sirius said gently. "But I need you. I can't live without you. If being with you means I will not have children, then so be it. Most of my life, I never thought I would get a chance to even have something like this," he gestured between the two of them, then took her left shaking hand in his and held the ring to her fingertip. "I'm grateful to have gotten the chance to be with you, and I'm never going to let this go,"
Tears poured down Allie's face as she stared at the rose gold ring pressed to her fingertip.
"Say yes, kitten," he begged softly, "make me the happiest man in the world."
She let out a sob and nodded, her acceptance barely audible. He slid the ring on her finger then pulled her close, kissing her firmly. She trembled as tears flowed down her cheeks, her lips quivering against his. Even after their lips broke, their foreheads remained pressed together, Sirius nuzzling his nose against hers and kissing her tear-soaked cheeks softly.
"I love you," she whispered through a sob. "I love you so much."
As happy as he was, Sirius wished desperately that they were somewhere much more romantic than snogging in a hospital bed.
"Um, excuse me," A small voice said from the doorway. "So sorry to interrupt, but Miss Murphy, I need to do some evaluations."
But alas, here they were at St. Mungo's, their moment interrupted by a medi-witch. Sirius watched as the medi-witch had Allie stand up, timing how long she could stand up straight before her legs wouldn't allow any longer.
"Alright, looks like we have 23 seconds total, 11 until you start to get weak," the medi-witch said. "We're not going to try one leg yet, so let's take a break before we try some steps."
The medi-witch used a small orange triangular mallet to check the reflexes in Allie's knees and ankles as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Reflexes are still intact. That's very good," she muttered as she scribbled onto her clipboard.
The medi-witch took a few minutes to poke needles into Allie's back, asking her to let her know if she could feel each stick. It appeared that she could feel most of them, which earned her a few approving nods between clipboard scribbles.
"Now, let's try to walk across the room and back, take my hands but try not to use me for balance."
Allie walked like a feeble old woman, gingerly taking slow steps and struggling to maintain her balance. She made it to the other side of the room before her knees buckled. The medi-witch got her into a chair before her legs ultimately gave out, instructing her to sit.
"You made it one way. We'll take it for today," the medi-witch said, giving her a warm smile. "This is a great baseline to work with. There doesn't appear to be any permanent damage, and you're young. You'll bounce right back, don't you worry."
After helping Allie back into bed, the medi-witch zipped out of the room, leaving the two of them alone once more.
"Are you in pain?" Sirius asked softly, fidgeting with a callous on his palm.
"Not so much. More so weak and shaky."
He nodded. "I'll make this right. I promise you I will."
"Don't get yourself killed trying to avenge me," Allie smiled slightly and held up her left hand to show her new engagement ring. "After all, we have a wedding to plan."
Sirius grinned ear to ear. "That we do."
Allie shuffled over in the hospital bed and rolled onto her side, then patted the small space she made. "Sit with me?"
"Ah, I don't know if there is enough room for both of us."
"I don't mind," she replied sweetly.
Sirius kicked off his ketchup-splattered boots and climbed into her hospital bed. Turns out, there really wasn't much room, but Sirius put up with half of himself hanging off the edge of the bed. He balanced strategically on the edge, leaning his weight inward and crossing his ankles just so to hold him in place. It wasn't comfortable but tolerable. Allie nuzzled into him, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying her face into his chest. Her eyes closed, and he gently stroked her back, drawing indeterminate patterns on her skin through the slit of her hospital gown. He placed an occasional kiss on the top of her head, noting that all hints of her shampoo's scent were replaced with one that smelled of rubbing alcohol and mint. She smelled clean, sterile, not bad, but not like her usual self. Even her skin felt different, dry, and rougher than her typical smooth as silk complexion. He made a note to bring her favorite lotions and bath products to her, hoping to make her feel a little bit more normal. He wondered if St. Mungo's would allow her to wear her own clothes as well, something cozier than the thin, scratchy hospital gown.
His neck twinged as he craned to peek around the room, snubbing his nose at the ugly beige floor tile and lack of comfortable amenities. Sure, St. Mungo's Hospital wasn't a 5-star hotel, but couldn't they make it less hospital-y?
After a few minutes of glancing around the room, Sirius heard Allie sniffle, just slightly, as if she were trying not to.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she answered quickly. "I'm fine."
He pulled her closer, speaking just above a whisper. "I heard that sniffle. What's on your mind?"
She took a moment to answer. "I really wanted to have a family with you."
Sirius's heart tugged in his chest and a lump caught in his throat. He certainly wanted to have a family with her, too.
Sirius coughed profusely as he stepped out of the fireplace, gagging on a bit of ash he inhaled. He brushed the front of his white t-shirt off, cursing as a bit of soot streaked across the front.
"You stupid son of a bitch," he spat under his breath. "You even know better not to wear white while using the floo."
He walked over to the suite's kitchenette and wet a hand towel, and vigorously scrubbed at the stain until it was mostly gone. Left in its place was a large wet spot the size of his fist.
"Good enough…" he grumbled, tossing the towel haphazardly onto the counter.
He'd taken advantage of using Allie's school floo to travel to Hogwarts today rather than go through the rigamarole of heading in the main gate. Dumbledore had given members of the Order permission to use Allie's suite for travel if they needed extra security. Sirius felt because of this, no one would pay him any mind if he used it today.
He took a look around at the room before leaving, taking in the impressive sight of her floor-to-ceiling bookshelf with reference books to help her study, the elegant bathroom that rivaled the prefect's bath, and her pronounced fireplace mantle. The large wooden fireplace displayed the amethyst geode he bought her for Christmas, a few photo frames of images of Allie and her siblings, and a few candles that had been half burnt. She had quite the setup here; Dumbledore paid no mind to make sure she was comfortable for the school year.
God, how was she doing it all? He suddenly felt guilty for ragging on her when she was skipping class after they lost the baby. There was no possible way she could've handled all of that at once, yet she bounced back with as much grace and ease as possible.
You weren't exactly thinking straight then. His inner conscience reminded him.
Sirius set off towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, headed to see Snape. He needed that journal back, preferably with a cure as well, before Allie was out of the hospital. He didn't want to risk her being attacked once again, especially right under his nose.
"Sirius!"
Pleased to hear a familiar voice call from behind him, Sirius turned around and saw Harry trotting toward him. He grinned wide, outstretching his arms and embracing his godson tightly.
"How are you?" Sirius asked.
"Me? I'm fine," Harry said dismissively. "How are you? How is Allie?"
Sirius had sent Harry an owl a few days prior, informing him of Allie's attack. He'd promised him no more secrets and so far had made good on his word.
"She's doing better," Sirius said. "She's going to be in the hospital for a few days at least."
Harry scowled. "I'll kill her, Sirius, I swear," Harry gritted his teeth. "You'll never have to deal with her again."
"You're not going to darken your soul for me," Sirius said, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "I'm handling it, alright?" His tone was unconvincing, even to Sirius himself. "I want you to focus on school, focus on your education. You still have lessons with Dumbledore?" Harry nodded. "Whatever he's teaching you, pay attention. Don't you worry about me."
"I do worry," Harry said softly. "What if she goes after you next?"
Sirius exhaled. "Apparently, Voldemort wants me alive for some reason because she can't kill me."
"What does he want with you?"
"Merlin, if I know. He ought to know by now I don't hold the same values as the rest of my family did. I'm surprised he didn't want me struck down dead because of this," Sirius ran a hand through his hair. "Listen, I need to see Snape. Any chance you know if he'd be in his office?"
Harry grinned. "I'm headed to his class now, unfortunately. come on."
Harry and Sirius made their way up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Sirius ignoring the whispers and stares he received from other students passing all around them. At this point, anywhere Sirius went in the wizarding world, he received whispers and looks, and he'd learned to tune them out ages ago.
Sirius found Snape hunched over his desk with a scowl on his face, undeniably grading essays that would not get good marks. Sirius cleared his throat, making Snape's attention snap up from his work. Once he saw it was Sirius, an apathetic expression crossed his face, and he signed heavily, setting his quill down.
"Black," he said, acknowledging his presence. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Snape's tone suggested he felt anything but pleasure, but Sirius was unphased.
"I need that journal back," he said. "Lenore's journal."
"I'm not finished with—"
"I don't care if you're not finished," Sirius snapped. "I'll just have to deal with taking this stupid potion to sleep. I just need it back."
"I don't particularly want to make you a sleeping draught for the rest of your life," Snape said, his tone laced with contempt.
Sirius ran a hand through his hair impatiently, looking around at the office as he tapped his heel. "She went after Allie, I'm sure McGonagall told you that's why she's out again. She got to her right under my nose. I thought she was safe as long as she was with me, but I was wrong."
Snape eyed Sirius with a look that was a mixture of boredom and apathy.
"Come on, Sni—Severus," Sirius pleaded. "You've got me by the bollocks here. At least what's the soonest you could get it back to me?"
Snape sighed, although looking slightly pleased that Sirius admitted Snape held an advantage over him at the current moment. "A couple of days, maybe. A week, perhaps."
"A couple of days? Or a week? Because Allie could be released anytime between those two timeframes and if Lenore gets another chance—"
"I could just give it to you now," Snape interrupted. "But I'm not spending my free time brewing you sleeping potions if you do."
Sirius paused and took a breath. He really needed this antidote and was indeed at Snape's mercy. He paced around Snape's office, fighting the urge to argue with him over his lackadaisical timeline. After a moment, "...A few days you can have it for me, you said?"
"If I have time, yes, then I should have something prepared in a few days."
"Alright," Sirius nodded stiffly. "I guess I'll just wait for your owl then."
"Yes, you do that," Snape said impatiently. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class."
Snape pointed to the door of the office, implying it was time for Sirius to leave. Sirius bid him a stiff farewell and headed out of the classroom and back towards Allie's suite. He was stewing over the timeline Snape had given him when a silver puff of smoke appeared next to him and morphed into a large shining silver wolf. The wolf opened its mouth, and Remus's voice came out. The words he heard made his heart skip a beat in his chest, and he took off running, unable to get back to a floo fast enough.
By this point, Allie had determined she'd spent enough time in the hospital over the last few months as a patient to last her a lifetime.
St. Mungo's was a fishbowl, a fishbowl in the sense that the outside world seemed to fade away. The only things to focus on were small goals like walking across the room or taking a full shower without assistance. She'd watch the clock, noting '45 minutes until walking checks' or 'at 12:30, my medi-witch, Martha, can help me stand in the shower.' She'd been moved to the long-term spell damage ward a few days ago, yet it felt like it had been months at this point. She couldn't imagine what it was like for the people who were here indefinitely.
She found it hard to focus on outside projects, like her schoolwork, unless she had someone working on it directly with her. Today, Remus had come by, studying with her for hours and helping her learn the material she would be if she were in class at the current moment. She flipped through her Transfiguration textbook, rubbing her eyes when the text became blurry.
"You look tired- How about a break?" Remus offered. "I'll get us some coffees? Maybe a snack or two?"
"That would be lovely, thank you," Allie said.
As Remus exited the room, Allie shut her textbook and sat it off to the side. She leaned back against her pillows and closed her eyes for a moment. Just a couple of minutes later, she heard footsteps coming from the doorway.
"That was fast," Allie said, not opening her eyes. "I was hoping for at least a half-hour nap."
"Oh, Allie, dear, don't you know they never let you sleep in places like these?"
Allie's heart skipped a beat as her eyes flew open. Lenore stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, twisting her wand between her fingers. Allie opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, Lenore flicked her wand. Allie felt a strange sensation in her throat, like a small marble she didn't know was there had been vacuumed out. She grasped her throat, attempting to scream, but no sound would come out. Lenore smirked, looking rather pleased with herself.
"We wouldn't want you to call for someone to ruin the fun, now would we?"
Allie looked around panicky— where was her wand? Most likely stowed away with her personal effects, or they'd given it to Sirius upon checking in. Neither of which would help her in this situation.
"How is it," Lenore said menacingly, taking slow strides towards the bed. "That you are still alive?"
Allie scrunched herself back as far as she could against her pillow, praying that Remus would walk back in the room any second. Without a wand or the ability to scream, she was useless. She couldn't run; hell, she could hardly stand on her own. Even if she managed to knock Lenore's wand out of her hand, there would be no way she could fight her off.
"You're like a cockroach," Lenore sneered. "Nearly impossible to kill. I underestimated you, I'll admit…."
She leaned forward, glaring at Allie with immense hatred.
"Looks like I'll need to use the most direct method if I want you dead," she continued.
Allie swallowed. This was it? Lenore was able to just waltz into St. Mungo's with no issues, shoot her with a killing curse, and slip out before being caught?
"But that doesn't mean I can't have some fun first," she grinned. "Crucio!"
If she could've screamed, it would've echoed through the entire hospital. She hit with burning searing pain, making her finger and toenails feel like they were splitting from her nail beds, her hair being pulled out, her eardrums about to rupture, her skin peeling off. She writhed in silent pain, tears flowing down her face as her organs were compressed and twisted, her eyeballs getting shoved back into her skull, her bones shattering one at a time.
It felt like ages that she was underneath Lenore's wand. It could've been a minute, it could've been an hour— she had no idea. She could barely process when her wand lifted, nor the curses flying left and right above her, seeming to come out of nowhere. She lay on her side facing the hospital wall, limp and weak, tears streaming down her face and her entire body aching. Her head pounded, her ears were ringing. She wanted to know what was going on around her, but she didn't have the strength to look. Was someone here to help? Did a Healer see what was going on? She let out a silent sob when she felt a hand grasp her upper arm.
"Allie? Allie, are you alright?"
Remus panted as he looked her over, seeming to realize she couldn't speak. With a flick of his wand, her voice was returned. She let out a wracking sob, unable to form a complete sentence.
"She's gone now," he said weakly.
"Sir, you need to sit down." An unfamiliar voice spoke from next to them. "You're bleeding."
"I'm fine," Remus griped, "You need to call some Aurors."
There was a team of Aurors at St. Mungo's within minutes. However, Allie would've felt much more comfortable had Tonks been with them. Thankfully Payne spoke with the Healers and Remus, while Allie had a young gentleman, Knox he was called, gently asking her questions. She had a difficult time answering him, for she was so weak it was hard to form coherent sentences. She just wanted to sleep, sleep off the aching pain.
She wasn't sure how long it took Sirius to arrive but seeing him storm in, eyes furious, gave her comfort. He pulled her to him, firm but gentle, and she buried her face into his chest and let out a sob.
"How could you let this happen?!"' Sirius hissed at Remus. "Where were you?"
"I went to go get us coffee one floor up," Remus said calmly, yet a hint of guilt present. "I came back, and there she was, wand on Allie. She'd silenced her, so no one knew she was screaming."
"She should've never been alone!" Sirius barked. "What the hell kind of security do they have in this place?!"
"It's not Remus's fault," Allie sniffled. "They're stationing Aurors outside my room at all times—"
"Oh no, you're not staying here," Sirius said. "I can keep you safe. You're coming home— moony, get a healer."
"Sirius, I can't walk," she said weakly. "I have to stay,"
"I'll take care of you,"
"Sirius, she needs more than you're able to do," Remus said. "They're increasing security. They have warrants out for Lenore's arrest."
"About damn time," Sirius grumbled. "What, they needed proof with their own eyes that she's a psychotic maniac? Couldn't just take the evidence we've been giving them for months?" Sirius turned towards Allie, and his expression softened. "I'm so sorry for all of this."
"It's not your fault."
Sirius ran his tongue along his bottom teeth and shook his head. "I'll make this right. I'll handle this."
"Please don't do anything stupid," Allie pleaded.
Sirius turned away and looked at Remus. "Send word to Tonks, Bill, Arthur— hell, anyone else you can think of. Meeting at headquarters in one hour." He turned to Allie and kissed her firmly. "I'm going to fix this, I promise you. She won't get away with this."
"Sirius…"
Sirius ignored her pleas and turned back to Remus.
"And send a Patronus to Snape, and tell him I need that journal back whether he's finished or not."
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