Limitless

Yves Fleury

Sirius

I held her hand while Dumbledore worked, my heart beating wildly. At a glance I could see the problem. Her ribs had been set but incorrectly.

Dumbledore muttered something about internal bleeding. I thought about the blow I had given her when I saw her at the door. It couldn't have caused this much damage. No less, it didn't help the situation. I had thought it was some kind of sick joke at first but then, like everyone else; my mind went straight to Necromancy. Voldemort had been known to use the darkest of magic; I wouldn't have put it past him. 

Yves was dead. We all knew that she was dead; she had died in the fire that had consumed her entire family. Dumbledore had confirmed the news. And yet, here Dumbledore was healing her. I was so utterly confused and so upset I felt as though I was on the verge of extreme violence. 

I had to get a hold of myself.

I shook my head, everything I was seeing went against what I was able to make sense of. I had stopped attacking her because he had told me to and if there was anyone to trust with your life it was Dumbledore but I looked down unsure. 

It looked like Yves, breathed like a living thing and, from the screams that were still ringing in my ears; it felt pain like a living thing. Could it actually be her? 

My chest tightened uncomfortably. 

Fuck. 

I didn't know what to do with myself; I was so agitated.

Instead of focusing on her, I looked up over her broken body to Lily. She sat on the floor next to Yves. Tears fell silently down her face. I could tell that she was in shock, her mouth kept on opening and closing as though she wanted to say something but then thought better of it. Her body was shaking mildly but I knew she had to get out of here. 

If she was feeling any of what I was feeling then I knew James wouldn't want her in here even if she wanted to be here. Sometimes Lily didn't always know what was best for her. That was one of the best things about her but in this case, it wasn't good.

"Lily, leave." Was as much as I was able to say. I didn't mean to sound so harsh. But I didn't have much energy or focus for anything other than the body in front of me.

"No!" She said immediately, quite vehemently. She was so stubborn. Much like Yves had been. My chest tightened again.

"It's ok," I said softening my voice so she knew I didn't mean any harm, "We've got her."

She looked at Dumbledore but he didn't say anything. She stood on shaky legs obviously convinced that if it came to it, Dumbledore would be able to handle me. For a moment out there I had wanted her dead, this specter from my past. Yves always brought out the most extreme emotions in me.

"Call me if you need anything... If she wakes up..."

I nodded unsure if I would actually do that. She was the love of my best friends' life and to me; she had become a confidante and a brilliant friend. Best of all, she didn't take my shit and when I pushed, she pushed back. She was made of stronger stuff our Lily. I would have given my life for either of them without hesitation but this was different. We had all suffered when Yves died; we had all loved her. But none of them had felt the way I had felt about her. Each of us felt responsible about the twisted turn of events that resulted in her being snatched by Voldemort.