Lucy Rose

Chapter 28

"What should we do with him?" Harry grunted, shifting Regulus's weight on his shoulders as they swam. "The hospital?"

"We can't take him to the hospital," Lucy said, "he's legally dead."

"Well do you have any other ideas?" Harry said, "he's literally going to die."

"Let's take him to Sawyer," Lucy said, "he'll be able to help."

They struggled through the water, trying to keep Regulus's limp form floating between them.

"Lucy, what're we going to do with a dead man?" Harry heaved.

"Take him home," Lucy said, "support him, help him recover."

"He's been in that lake for twenty years," Harry gasped. "Do you think time has been frozen for him this whole time? He still looks like a teenager."

Lucy's stomach lurched. "Merlin I hope so. Imagine spending twenty years alone, trapped, and conscious of it all."

Regulus groaned and his head tilted forward.

"Ah, shit," Harry grunted, "Lu, we're not going to make it to the rock."

"Shut up Harry," Lucy glared, "that's not helping."

Harry let out a huff of indignation, but shut his mouth nonetheless.

The Potter siblings did manage to make it back to shore, as waterlogged as they were, however, Regulus Black's already white skin was paling by the minute.

"He's ice cold," Lucy said as they hauled him onto the rock.

"Are we bringing him to Romania or London?" Harry asked.

"London I suppose," Lucy said, "Sawyer won't be able to get away from work all too long."

"Charlie's going to kill you." Harry said.

"I'll write him once we get there," Lucy said, "apparate to Sawyer and the Twins'."

"Ok." Harry grabbed Regulus's waist, "I'll side along with him and meet you there?"

Lucy nodded.

Fred, George, and Sawyer's flat was possibly the most organized-chaotic living space there could be.

Prototypes and experiments where covering every countertop in a specific order that could only be made sense of by a particular pair of ginger twins.

"Holy Merlin's bloody balls," George gasped, nearly toppling off the couch, "heads up would've been nice. Did you guys just bring a dead guy to my house?"

He stumbled on his feet, coming to a halt a couple steps away.

"Almost dead." Harry corrected, "help me get him to the couch will you?"

"Is Sawyer home?" Lucy asked.

"No," George checked his watch, "but he'll probably be in within ten."

"Ok good," Lucy breathed, "Harry go grab a wet cloth."

"Is that going to help?" George asked.

"I don't know," Lucy said in a panic, "I'm not healer. But I figured it can warm him up."

"We can put him in the bath," George suggested, stumbling around frantically.

"He was just in the water for twenty years," Lucy said, "don't reckon that would help much."

"I'm sending a Patronus to Sawyer," George said, "go downstairs and get Fred, we'll close the shop early."

"You don't have to do that," Lucy said.