The first time Claire gets seriously hurt, she's climbing a tree. Patricia and Sirius had been screaming for her to get down in all forms, seemingly going through the seven stages of grief all to try and get her down. They were currently in the acceptance stage, sighing and playing some sort of game by the tree just in case she fell.
Which she totally wouldn't do, by the way! She's a big girl at the ancient age of five, and so she can take good care of herself all on her own, thank you very much! At least, that's what she thinks until she's climbed on a limb too slight, and it begins to shake and bend with her weight. "Patricia! Sirius! Help!" She begins to freak out, terrified at the prospect of falling.
"Claire?" Sirius says, staring at her. He must be frozen, she realizes. Patricia takes the initiative and begins climbing, her nice dress getting dirty as she does so. She'll certainly be punished when she gets home, but she can't find it in herself to care. Claire is more important than a silly old dress. "Ah, ah, AHH!!" Claire screams as she falls, Patricia falling soon after.
Thankfully, the blonde hadn't been too high and Sirius had caught her, unlike Claire. As she hit the ground, a nasty SNAP shocked all three of them down to their cores. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream erupts from Claire, making Patricia cover her ears and tears trickle down her cheeks.
Sirius, however, was used to the screaming. Used to the blood, but he hated seeing its familiar red stain on Claire's perfect skin. He bent down and began holding her, holding and holding until the tears ceased and her trembling bottom lip slowly yet surely calmed.
"Get Lady Dorothy, Patricia," He'd asked gently, prompting a nod from the blonde girl, making her run towards the mansion. Blood gushed down, dirtying her dress and his clothes, but he couldn't be mad. "Sirius?" Claire had asked him. "Yes, you little menace?"
She giggled, she always found words she didn't understand or know amusing, "Thank you. I love you." He nodded, holding onto her tighter, never responding. Lady Dorothy had been able to make an elixir to help her dislocated arm, before, of course, needing to pop it back into place. She'd screamed, and Sirius held her hand all the while.
The second time Claire gets seriously hurt, she's around seven years old. Her best friend, Patricia, has just gone missing, and she doesn't know why, but she blames herself so heavily for it that she refuses to eat or drink.
Now, had she done this for a day, realized it wouldn't work, and then went as normal, life would be fine. The world would keep spinning, with or without Patricia. She knows that. But, maybe if she punishes herself for the guilt, it'll go away.
So that's just what she did.
Man, she thinks to no one but Teddy and her subconscious, being hungry for a long time really hurts. Soon enough, she's playing with Sirius when the world suddenly turns on its axis. "Claire? Come on, we must drink our tea before it gets cold." The purple-haired child whines, before quickly straightening his act and demeanor as Granny walks by.
"Sirius, I don't feel so good," She mumbles, unable to comprehend exactly what's going on. "Claire? Honey, I think we need to eat now," Granny says, but Claire shakes her head. The world spins. Suddenly, she's shaking. She's not exactly freezing, but more numb than anything. She's shaking so badly she can't hold on.
Her last words before sleeping are, "Sirius, take care of Teddy for me." With that, she's going to bed. "Claire!" Sirius' voice cries out, but she doesn't respond. She's out cold. When she wakes up, she's tucked in Granny's bed, and SIrius is right beside her.
"Claire, please wake up. I'm sorry I was so mean. I'm sorry I like you in a way different than I like Lady Dorothy. I'm sorry I made you sick. Please, Claire. For me. Wake up." She blinks and looks at the purple-haired boy, who has his head in his hands and cries shaking his small frame.
"Sorry I interrupted tea time, Sirius," He stared at her for a minute, before hugging her, carefully as he was afraid to harm her during her time of illness. "I love you, Claire," He says with finality. Grinning, she wraps her arms around him before responding, "I love you too!"
The third time she gets seriously hurt, she's in the mansion, trapped for days on end. Somehow, while she was bored, she'd managed to find a ball. A common object, so simple you'd think she couldn't find a way to get hurt with it, right? You'd be wrong.
As she was bouncing it, she hit it with a bit too much force and managed to knock herself on the head with it, sending her stumbling backward, right into one of the windows. The glass hadn't broken, but her scalp's fragile skin had.
"Ow, ow, ow...!" She whined, sliding to the floor. "Miss Claire? Where have you gone-?" Ashe called, searching high and low for the blue-haired woman. When he laid eyes on her, blood covering her face and hands, he screamed. "Ahh! Miss Claire! Miss Claire!"
She collected herself and pulled a weak smile onto her face. "Get Sirius," were the first actual words she'd spoken since the accident. She wasn't sure why, but she knew he could help. "Ahh, but I can't exactly leave you...! Oh dear, what to do..."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as if a lightbulb had flickered in his brain. "Right! I'll shout for him! SIRIUS! IT'S MISS CLAIRE! SHE'S HURT!" He yelled, making Claire wince. He hadn't taken notice, and as such, kept shouting for him and unknowingly made Claire's head throb.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity to the two, his familiar footsteps came running from the stairs. "Claire?! What've you done now-?!" He stopped speaking as he saw her. "Leave us, Ashe." The teal-haired had opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it and began walking away as Sirius shot him a glare. The man watched Ashe leave and then turned back to Claire.
She braced herself for a lecture, to get yelled at relentlessly, but instead, his eyes softened as he kneeled and examined her wound with gentle hands. She whined, but he paid the embarrassing sound no mind. "Do you think you can walk or do I need to carry you?" Her eyes widened ever so slightly. "Carry me, duh!"
She had been joking, ready to try and walk, but he took it seriously and carefully picked her up bridal-style. Her face and ears turned a shade of pink, making him stifle a laugh. "What's so funny?!" He grinned, before quickly dropping it and going back to his stoic, constantly upset look. As he bandaged her head, he couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu. "I... I love you, Sirius," She murmured against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "...I love you too. Now, rest." And so, she did.
