Sirius Black's Twin

History's Repeating

"Oh Merlin," Tonks said when the Blues walked into the Hospital Wing with a knocked out Lynx in Nick's arms. "What happened?"

Tonks ran up and fretted over Lynx worriedly, they always were very close.

"She's alright," Lyra reassured her. "She just got hit by a stupefy."

"Oh, that's good," Tonks said and when Lyra raised one eyebrow she mended, "Not good but. . ."

"Yeah, I know," Lyra said, then turned to Madame Promfrey who had rushed forward and was now ordering Nick to put Lynx on a bed. "Who else is hurt?"

"Neville and Professor Flitwick," Madame Profrey said. "But they'll be alright."

Something about her expression didn't reassure Lyra all that much. "And who else is hurt. . ."

Madame Promfrey had given her a dark look and was now walking to the nearest bed with Nick so they could make Lynx comfortable. Lyra felt Will's hand in hers when she seen the sight in front of her.

It was like being sucked back into the past, just a year earlier. She seen her son lying on the bed with scars that stretched open every second or so, and saw her daughter's sobbing figure. But this time it wasn't her baby that was hurt, it was Bill Weasley.

His face was completely unrecognizable. So badly slashed and ripped he looked grotesque. It wasn't nearly as bad as Will's had been but it still cut Lyra as deeply as one of those slashes.

"What happened to him?" Will asked Remus.

"Greyback," Remus said.

"But it's not a full moon," Lyra said.

Remus shrugged bitterly.

"Oh," Lyra covered her face in her hands and her shoulders sagged. "I don't want to be here when Mrs. Weasley finds out. I just don't."

Will gave his mother a hug. "Your presence might calm her down, Mum, you know that."

Lyra shook her head sadly, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. They both jumped at the sound of the doors opening. Everyone in the room looked up.

At the door, Harry and Ginny stood there, hand in hand. Hermione ran to Harry and hugged him; Lupin moved forward too, looking anxious as Ginny rushed over to Lynx and started asking questions about what happened.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Remus asked.

"I'm fine.... how's Bill?"

Nobody answered. Harry looked over Hermione's shoulder and his curious expression morfed into one with hardly masked horror, Lyra didn't even think he was trying to mask his horror.

"Can't you fix them with a charm or something?" Harry asked Madame Promfrey.

"No charm will work on these," said Madam Pomfrey. "I've tried everything I know, but there is no cure for werewolf bites."

"But he wasn't bitten at the full moon," said Ron, who was gazing down into his brother's face as though he could somehow force him to mend just by staring. "Greyback hadn't transformed, so surely Bill won't be a--a real--?"

He looked uncertainly at Remus.

"No, I don't think that Bill will be a true werewolf," said Remus, "but that does not mean that there won't be some contamination. Those are cursed wounds. They are unlikely ever to heal fully, and--and Bill might have some wolfish characteristics from now on."

"Dumbledore might know something that'd work, though," Ron said. "Where is he? Bill fought those maniacs on Dumbledore's orders, Dumbledore owes him, he can't leave him in this state--"

"Ron--Dumbledore's dead," said Ginny.

"No!" Lyra screamed.

 She pushed away from her son and looked wildly at Harry, hoping he'd pop up and say "Oh, no, Ginny's lying. She does that sometimes, no need to worry." But he didn't.