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Chapter Eleven~*~Wounds


Heather looked up as she saw something running at top speed towards her. She frowned trying to see what it was. She stood up, the noises of many feet reaching her ears. Then she saw another form running beside it. It was a shaggy black dog, very scruffy looking, and barking frantically. The dog was chasing a...no....

Heather stared as she took in the creature she had only ever read about. Her brain barely took in the fact that a werewolf was running top speed for her. She knew that the worst thing to do was turn around and run, but another thing she couldn’t do was stand here and wait until it ripped her to pieces. Clinging to her wand, she glared at the towering creature.

Sirius rammed sideways into Remus, trying his best to throw him off course. James came galloping up behind him, thrusting his antlers into the path of the werewolf. Nothing stopped him, and Sirius realized this was going to become very violent, very quickly. What he hadn’t expected, was a large spell to hit him full on. It slashed across his side, and he saw that Heather had been the cause. Pain blinded him, but he still focused what little concentration he had on deflecting Remus. Remus was then hit with a spell, and also cut, right across the face. Remus dropped to the ground, yelping, with crimson blood trickling down his cheek. Sirius took the opportunity to run towards Heather. He barked at her, and she raised her wand, terrified. Sirius barked at the stag, which appeared suddenly, signaling him to deal with the injured Remus while he got Heather out of danger.

Heather stared as the shaggy black dog advanced. What was she to do? She could see that she had already wounded it. She felt terrible about hurting the poor dog so bad. She had missed, meaning to get the werewolf, but right now, she wasn’t so sure she was sorry. This dog looked vicious. It kept barking at her, and looking frantically at the werewolf. What did it want?

Sirius didn’t know if he could chance turning into a human, or if that would trigger something in Remus. One human was bad...but two? As he looked into her terrified face, however, he decided that he didn’t really care if he got hurt. He would do anything to keep her safe. He transformed into a human, and Heather’s eyes turned the size of saucers.

"Sirius?" she asked. "What..." but she was broken off as he covered her mouth firmly, looking over at the wolf who was now stirring slightly, looking around, listening for anything. Sirius nodded his head at the stag, and James understood. Keep Remus distracted. The werewolf got up, and started following James instead. Sirius turned back to Heather, and realized that she had been struggling against his hold. He let her go, and then grabbed her hands. She opened her mouth to speak again, but he laid his finger

demandingly on her lips, urging her to be quiet. She glared, but nodded, very confused. He pulled her along behind him, looking around, watching for unknown dangers. He froze as he heard the thumping of feet however. The werewolf was running at them again.

"Damn," he whispered, shoving Heather against a tree, shielding her with his own body. He felt long nails cutting into his back, wincing as he was injured yet again. Seconds later, the stag erupted from nowhere, slamming his head into the wolf. Remus yelped, moving away from Sirius and Heather. "Don’t. Move." Sirius said firmly, just before turning into a dog. He barked at Remus, who turned his attention instead on Sirius. Sirius began running at top speed towards the Forbidden Forest. The werewolf, used to running in there to search around with the other Marauders, thought that they were going on their usual adventures, and passed Sirius up, running ahead.

After awhile, Sirius stopped and ran back to James. James transformed just as Sirius returned. Panting and limping. He looked at Heather, who hadn’t moved an inch, but looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Sirius smiled at the bizarreness of the scene.

"Remus is a werewolf," he said, smiling.

"You don’t say?" Heather said sarcastically. "Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. I see... but...Wormtail? What does Peter turn into? Where is he?"

"Good question," James said, looking around. There was a small rustling, and James saw a rat hiding behind one of the trees.

"It’s a good thing you were there to help us, Peter," Sirius said sarcastically, still panting slightly. Peter transformed, and Heather saw him huddling in a corner. She glared as she heard Sirius’ breathing growing more ragged.

"Bloody hell. I think I’m going to pass out," he muttered just before dropping onto the ground. Heather stared in shock. Then she saw how pale he was in the moonlight. Blood soaked his shirt, and she remembered the spell she had sent at him. James lifted him up off the ground.

"Damn, looks like Moony took a chunk out of him too..." James said.

"WHAT?! HE’S BEEN BIT!?! Oh, this is all my fault, if I hadn’t..." Heather started, grabbing Sirius’ hand in fear. What had she done?!

"Heather, it’s not your fault. And it was from Moony’s claws, not his teeth. He’s not going to turn into a werewolf," James assured. "He’s going to need some help though," he said. "He’s lost a lot of blood."

"Right," Heather said frantically, trying to pick him up with all the strength she could muster. For somebody as lean as he was, he sure was heavy! She felt muscle ripple beneath her fingers as she lifted him up off the ground, and tried lifting his arm around her shoulder. She noticed James watching her, his eyebrows raised in an amused manner. Heather stared in terror. "Aren’t you going to help? Your friend is badly injured! I can barely lift him! He will have lost a lot of blood by the time I get him up to the castle!!!" she screeched in horror. James smiled, realizing how much Heather really did care for him.

"Heather, I’m going to tell you a little secret, alright? But you can’t tell anybody," he said. Heather frowned.

"James, I don’t have time!"

"Ok, are you ready?" James looked around in mock secrecy. "You’re a witch..." he whispered. “You know, magic?" Heather almost fell over with her stupidity. She had been so afraid for Sirius she had completely forgotten about magic.

"Mobilus Corpus," she muttered, and Sirius floated easily off the ground. "Thanks..." she said, blushing.

"Anytime," James said. "Now, I’ve got to go baby-sit a werewolf. See ya." With that a large stag transformed before her. She couldn’t help but stare in wonder.

~~

Sirius opened his eyes, his head pounding. He didn’t know where he was, or why he was in so much pain. Slowly, as a cold breeze washed over him, he realized he was in a classroom. Had he fallen asleep in Professor Binn’s class again? He opened his eyes wider, and saw Heather standing over him with a washcloth, cleaning blood off his side. He frowned...blood? Was he injured? And then the memory of Remus running towards Heather flashed before him. His breathing quickened as he sat up abruptly.


"Areyoualrightthen?" he said, words spilling out in a rush of fear. His eyes scanned her entire body, checking for injuries. He saw none, and closed his eyes in relief. Then he winced, realizing what his sudden movements had done to his wounds.

"What did you say?" she asked, holding his shoulders, trying support his weight.

"I said...are you alright, then?" Sirius muttered through gritted teeth. She rolled her eyes.

"You’re the one that’s been torn to shreds, not me. Come on, hold still, I’m trying to heal you!"

"Why do you have to wash it off? It hurts! Just heal it!"

"There is too much blood in the way! I*ll never be able to see what I*m doing. Quite whining, and hold still!" Heather said, frowning, as his actions caused more blood to seep onto the table she had him sprawled on. He looked at her, his eyes full of mischief. She blushed, wetting the cloth with her wand again. He leaned back on one arm, watching her discomfort. She blushed even deeper, and she knew exactly why he was looking so smug. In order to clean his wound, she had needed to take off his shirt. Sure, she had imagined what his abs might look like, and she had fantasized a few times about what it would feel like to have his muscular arms wrapped around her. It was undeniable, however, that nothing could have prepared her for this. His entire torso rippled with muscle, sculpted with precision from years of being a Beater. She cleared her throat, extremely aware of how beautiful he was. What infuriated her, was the fact that he knew it, and was smiling knowingly as she went about examining the scratches Remus had left.

"Having fun?" Sirius said, wiggling his eyebrows. She glared up at him, trying to look stern.

"If you*ll remember, I*m the one who is in perfect health and holding a wand," she said, raising her wand in warning.

"Yeah, thanks to me," he said. She frowned, knowing that he was right. He had saved her life tonight.

"Thanks...a lot," she said.

"Wow, I am overwhelmed with the gratitude," he said sarcastically. She sighed in frustration, her entire face turning red as he brushed his hair out of his eyes. He noticed. "Do I embarrass you that much?" he asked in amusement.

"No," she scoffed, trying to keep her voice even. She raised her wand, and poked him in the side. He howled in pain, but the wound healed.

"Merlin, do you have to be so..." but he was interrupted again when she poked the deep scratches on his back. He glared at her for a second, as if about to finish his complaints, but stopped when he realized there was no pain left. He stood up, rolling his shoulders around, and stretching his arms, checking whether it hurt or not. He raised his eyebrows, very impressed. His wounds were perfectly healed. "Where did you learn to heal like that?"

"I picked up a few things in the orphanage," she muttered, watching enthralled as he tested his ribs for any signs of pain.

"Perfect," he muttered, feeling better than ever.

"Yeah," Heather muttered, not realizing he was talking about his wound.

"I'm going to get you a buffalo for Christmas," he said, watching her face to see if she was even listening.

"Yeah," she said again. Sirius smiled, realizing that she hadn*t really heard a word of what he had said.

"I'm going to kiss you," he said. That got her attention. Her eyes collided with his, freezing with an impact that she could have sworn shook the entire room.

"Really?" she asked, swallowing, half in nerves, half in anticipation.

"Yeah, really. Do you want me to?" he asked, walking towards her. She frowned thinking. No, her brain said instantly. But her heart decided to take it*s own course of action, and spoke for her.

"Yes," she breathed. Seconds later he was in front of her, his arms around her waist. She leaned up eagerly, and his mouth met hers. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her throat. It was the most blissful thing, and yet it was so real. She parted her lips, inviting him further, and he took the invitation eagerly, thrusting his tongue forward, caressing her tongue in sweet, agonizingly slow movements. She thought she would pass out in both shock and thrill. Sirius didn't seem to want to stop there, but he broke away, panting heavily.

"Sorry, I just...got carried away..." he said choppily, grinning ear to ear. She smiled.

"It's ok. I'll forgive you this time. But only because I feel bad for you."

"You feel bad for me?" he asked, frowning in confusion.

"Well, how could I not, with what a terrible kisser you are!" she said teasingly. He feigned anger.

"Now you're going to get it," he said, advancing. She backed up, shaking her head and smiling.

"I don't think so. I'm the one with the wand here!" she said. "And you're injured!"

"Not anymore, thanks to you," he said. "I'm fit as a fiddle. And as for the wand part..." he quickly snatched the wand out of her hands. She stopped in surprise, realizing she hadn't even tried to keep a hold on it.

"Give it back!" she said, laughing slightly. He held it high above his head, and since he was so much taller than her, she felt like an idiot, trying to reach up and
get her wand. "You are such a bully!" she said in frustration. He bowed his head in mock pride.

"Why thank you, my dear. Now, take back that bit about my kissing."

"No!" she said, smiling and jumping up to get her wand. She felt like a child, unable to get her wand back.

"Say it, or I*ll never give it back," he said. But Heather had a better idea. Suddenly she burst into tears, covering her face with her hands and dropping to the floor in wracking sobs. Sirius' eyes widened in terror. "Heather, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry, damnit! Heather, please, I'm really sorry. Here," he knelt down beside her, handing her wand back to her.

"Ha!" she yelled, snatching back her wand and laughing in triumph. Sirius' pursed his lips.

"Cheater," he said, smiling against his will. He sat down on the floor beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

"Why didn’t you tell me about Remus?" Heather asked, her laughter abating as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Well, Remus made me promise never to tell anybody.
I didn’t want to betray him," Sirius admitted, ashamed of himself. "I’m sorry."

"It’s alright. I’m sorry too, for being so nosy," Heather said.

"No, I want you to be nosy. I mean, I want to be a part of my life. I love you, and I’ve never loved anybody before, not even my family. I want you to know everything," he said. Heather smiled slightly. Wasn’t this only supposed to happen in those cheesy love movies? Where was the opera music?

Sirius sighed, obviously deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"Well, I am thinking whether I should ask you to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend, but I’m feeling kind of nervous."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m going to say yes," she supported.

"Yeah, that helps," he said, and they snuggled closer.

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. Please review...

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