Obliviate ~ Wolfstar

Unprepared for This

After that cheery note, James unlocked the door, put his hands in his pockets, bid Madam Pomfrey good day, and walked out of the door, not saying another word to the unprepared man.

Well, he had two options. Go now, when James had gone, and never see Sirius again. No one would know...lies. James would obviously know, Madam Pomfrey was eyeing him as if daring him to stay so she would know, and worst of all, Sirius would most definitely be told that Remus hadn't come to see him. He would probably be pleased that the monster hadn't come to see him, but would there be a twinge of hurt, disappointment, that Remus hadn't come to visit?

And then there was the other option. Stay. See Sirius, awake or asleep. Preferably asleep, so he could actually sit by his bedside, stay there next to him, even if he was unconscious for that time.

He glanced to Madam Pomfrey, then the door. There was no way he was getting out of this one, even if the decision hadn't made itself in his head. He had to stay, at least to see Sirius for one last time. Before Sirius catapulted himself out of the werewolf's life forever.

Madam Pomfrey smirked as Remus sighed and took a step away from the door.

Damn Madam Pomfrey.
Damn his selfish thinking process.
Damn James, for bringing him here in the first place.

He took a few more steps towards Madam Pomfrey, sighing yet again as he signed himself up to what he thought was almost a suicide mission. Going to see someone who probably hated him, when they could be awake.

"Is he awake?"

"Not at the moment. It shouldn't be long though, he's slept for a couple of hours. James came in and spoke to him before he went to see if you would finally wake up...why that man didn't bring you here...anyway, if you sit with him for a bit he should wake up shortly."

"No, no, I don't want him to wake up, I'll just sit with him for a bit."

"Okay dear."

Remus thanked the kind lady and walked back over to Sirius, who, as promised, was laying in bed. The normal adverb to add to that sentence would be peacefully, but Sirius wasn't really peaceful. If there had to be any adverb, it would be restlessly. He was moving around, but Remus still sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

His face seemed to be fine, which meant that all the injuries were covered by the white duvet sheet covering Sirius. Sirius moved again and mumbled something.

Remus leaned forwards, eager to hear the man's sleep talk.

"Remus," he called, "No!" The call was desperate, Sirius was shaking violently.

"Please don't do it! Moony! Remus!" Sirius called again. Remus cringed at the nickname, but once again became concerned about what Sirius' dreams contained....they sounded awful.

He knew they were normally about he people he cared about dying...but dying of what way? Sirius had blatantly refused to answer that question, and didn't let James answer it either. What difference was James' death to Remus' death? However morbid it was, Remus desperately wanted to know how he died in the dream. 'Please don't do it!' Referring, probably, to another person. Maybe they were aiming a gun -or more likely a wand- at Remus? The other words seemed like cries of desperation, that Remus was in trouble. Just that phrase made him doubt....Remus, no, please don't do it, Moony, Remus. All said in quite quick succession, as though...as though directed to one person...

As though directed to Remus only.

Please don't do it.

That took on a whole other meaning. Don't do it. Don't kill yourself.

Not that it was definite, no, Remus didn't like to believe that he killed himself in Sirius' dreams. It wasn't realistic, there were other options, stupid idea.

"Oh god, oh god. The spell, oh god, Remus!" Sirius sobbed, tears running down his face. His fists were on top of the bed sheets, clenched together.

The spell? What spell?

The Killing Curse?

Bit of an odd term to use. The spell....

Remus felt slightly bad suddenly. Here he was, watching his best mate getting tortured by nightmares, and he was sitting here quite happily trying to work out what the nightmares were about. Sirius was sobbing his name and Remus was cheerily sitting at the end of his bed, quite alive and present.

He glanced over to Madam Pomfrey who was bustling along getting on with work. Remus got up from Sirius' bed, jolting it slightly, took one last look at Sirius and walked over to her.

"He's having a nightmare....would you mind waking him...after I've left? I would...but I don't think he'll want me to be around him," Remus smiled apologetically.

"Okay, dearie. I'll let him know that you were here, shall I?"

"Umm......yeah," Remus decided, "Remus Lupin, he'll know me."

"I know you too, Remus, just because you aren't a student doesn't mean I don't remember your name. Well...I guess it's Professor now, eh? Moved up in the ranks, haven't you?"

"Not quite yet, I don't think. I'm not a fully-fledged Professor, no matter what the students want. I have duties, and I'm not ready for that commitment yet," Remus chuckled, "So Assistant-Professor for now."

"Ah, I'm sure the day will come, Professor," Madam Pomfrey winked.

"Ah," Remus winced, "Don't you call me that, it makes me feel old. Please just call me Remus. With the students it's fine, with someone I have looked upon as a child, it's just weird."

"Whenever you stop calling me Madam Pomfrey, dear!" The woman whistled as she folded a tea towel. "I'll let him know you came, dearie."

"Ta," Remus said awkwardly, strolling off towards the door.

"Remus?" A croaky voice came from a familiar bed behind him. Remus instantly froze.