Harry Potter and the Berserker

Untitled Part 49

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

It was hard to believe. Impossible even, but... this was magic they were dealing with and from what he had seen previous, there was next to no limit of what it could or couldn't do. The words, those three words kept coming back, repeating themselves over and over in Guts' head.

"Casca. That's me."

It had been her voice, not the child-like mumbles and gurgles she had been making since that day. He kept trying to imagine her face when she had, at last, woke up. his attention had largely been focused on the three mages who had undergone the process close to half a day previous. When he saw he sit up in that bed, her long, dark hair framing her face, Guts thought that he was actually in a dream himself and their roles had been reversed.

"Casca. That's me."

She said those words upon hearing her name. And he said nothing after that.

What was he to say? How would he say it even if he could find the voice to say it? Maybe it wouldn't matter; she was the one who had been silent long enough. He didn't know, he hoped she would say something else, anything else.

That was why it was both a blessing and a curse when the medi-witch instantly began a fuss. The matron of the hospital wing had flocked over to Casca's side demanding that they all give her some space. By that, she didn't just mean to back away and not all of a sudden crowd around her and suffocate her, no. She had meant that they all take temporary leave in her office.

"Please, this is a very delicate moment! We mustn't startle her." Pomfrey was starting to draw the curtains around Casca's bed once again. "Just give me a few moments, I want to make sure that everything checks out as it should.

The apprehension, the worry Guts had been feeling began to fade at the witch's words and her action of attempting to shield Casca away after she had just uttered her first words in a few years. Her eyes might still be heavy and a bit clouded with haze, but she was awake. And knowing how she was before, Casca wouldn't like it; she wouldn't like having a woman she did not recognize around her, poking at her, maybe asking her questions she wouldn't have the answer to.

He took half a step forward despite his legs feeling like they had just been hit with a club made out of a rock. "...Hey! What are you planning on-,"

"-Please." The older witch's voice was stern, but not unkind or filled with any sort of deceit. "She is still in a state of recovery. Speech does not guarantee that she is back to how she once was. Please," she was insistent, "I just need a few moments alone with her – that is all."

It seemed such a simple thing to ask, too. For all that had been done, all the waiting, all the anticipation, she stood here asking for but a few minutes alone. Guts no longer heard the voice of the Beast of Darkness, he had managed to suppress it for the time being, but that irrational part of his brain kept popping back up.

He could feel his fist clenching, his knuckles turning white, and then the creaking of metal as his prosthetic fingers curled as well. It still worked.

He didn't say much after that; he just walked to the exit door, opening it and entering the office adjacent to it. The others had followed after him, all anxious in their own right, but also for concern of his person. They were probably worried that he might freak out, he might, he still wasn't sure about that himself.

The office was small compared to what they had seen previously with the headmaster, there was room enough for a desk, two rows of cabinets and a single bed similar to the ones that populated the actual hospital wing. Serpico and Isidro helped ease a still sleepy, but partially awake Sirius black onto the bed. The wizard had begun to wake up from his own portion of sleeping drought about an hour or so ago. There was a stiff, awkward silence that fell over them, no one really saying anything. At last, it was broken by Isidro.