Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 50

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

"How long has it been?" Isidro asked as he rested his chin with his hand. Boredom had quickly begun to take root for the rusty-haired boy as they all sat in near silence in Madam Pomfrey's small office.

"Not nearly as long as you probably believe it to have been," Serpico answered with an even tone. This wasn't the first time Isidro had asked that question since Guts had gone to visit Casca and it probably wouldn't be the last. "But if I were to take a guess, I'd wager fifteen minutes at most."

"Close," Sirius said after a yawn, having woke up from the sleeping drought Madam Pomfrey had prescribed to him while they had been in the pensieve. "It's been more like eighteen."

"They'll probably take longer than that," Harry voiced. It had been so long since Casca had spoken real words and something told him Guts would want to savor that sensation. However long the two of them needed alone to talk things out, they had every right to do so.

Harry wondered what they were even talking about. Everything? Nothing? What was going to happen now? Whatever it was, they would be taking their time with it. But the last question did get Harry thinking as well. The first being what he would even say to Casca when she was ready to meet with the rest of them. He could comment about her hair and try to pass it off as a weak joke, but somehow he didn't think that would land. He could just wait for her to speak first, she probably had a lot to say after just making childish sounds for so long.

And there was so much that he wanted to talk to her about on top of it all. He wanted to tell her that those old history books she had found in Windham had come in handy, that he had been able to find Flora's tree because of it. He would be able to properly introduce Schierke and Farnese to her. He wanted to tell her more about Merlin and his link to both of their worlds. Maybe he would even get the opportunity to show her that scrapbook Sirius Black had given to him which he still held. More importantly, he just wanted to hear her talk again.

'A lot on your mind, huh?' it was Schierke's voice that he heard speaking to him via thought transference. She probably did not want to ruin the feeling of near silence that had fallen over everyone in the office, except for Isidro and Puck who were the most vocal out of all of them.

Bit of an understatement, but, yeah. You could say that.

'You're not the only one. I can only imagine what Guts must be feeling.' They could have used thought transference to better get a feel for what was going on in the hospital ward, but doing so would just be an intrusion on a special moment between the two of them. And Harry figured that if anyone had a right to be alone with Casca first, it was Guts.

You didn't know them back then, but they used to argue a lot, practically all the time. I don't hear any shouting coming from the ward.

'Well that's a good thing, isn't it?'

Hard to say really. They argued, but that would just be a sign that they were working things out in their own way. Really, Harry wasn't sure if this silence was a good thing or not. Guts was quiet and stoic most of the time, but there were exceptions like when he was in a fierce battle or when arguing with Casca.

'It could be a good thing,' Schierke offered. 'They could just be... talking lightly.' It was possible, but the tone of her mental voice made it sound like she was referring to something else. After having viewed Casca's memories, Schierke had been able to see just what kind of relationship she had with Guts so there was that implication. Harry doubted that outcome though. As eager as Guts was to meet with Casca again, he wasn't the best when it came to words and he wouldn't just try and act like everything was the same as how it had been before.