The Past is the Future

CHAPTER 5. - JUST VISITING

2nd of September 1975, Gryffindor common room, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Last night, Sirius Black was the last to fall asleep and this morning, he was the first one to rise. And that was highly unusual... Well actually - it wasn't... He spent most of the night thinking about the mysterious and beautiful girl in the Hospital Wing and was making up several theories on what might have happened to her. And when he finally fell asleep, he woke up soon after, as he was having nightmares.

When he finally got out of bed, it was still early in the morning, probably around five o'clock. He sat on the edge of his bed, pale faced, messy haired and underneath his eyes were huge bags from his lack of sleep. He sat up grumpily, yawned and then rubbed his eyes. He was annoyed that he didn't get enough sleep but he knew he wouldn't fall back asleep either so he just got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.

When he finally emerged, he put on his Gryffindor robes and then quickly made his way to the common room. He sat down grumpily in his favourite armchair and watched the flames in the fireplace glow and flicker. And before he knew it his eyes began to get heavy and eventually they closed, at last leaving him dozing peacefully by the fireplace.

What felt like minutes were actually hours and soon he was being shaken awake by somebody.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Sirius, as he jolted awake. It took him a few moments to realise that the blurry shape in front of his eyes was actually James' grinning face.

"Sorry, Pads!" said James who was still grinning and Sirius knew he wasn't sorry at all.

"Well now that I'm awake, what do you want?" asked Sirius.

"I came here to tell you that-" started James but was cut of by Sirius.

"Oh shit Prongs! It's the first day of school! We're probably late to our first lesson! McGonagall is going to kill us and-"

"Calm down Pads!" shouted James. "No, we're not late and no, McGonagall is not going to murder us! I came here to tell you that I just got a letter from McGonagall that says that all four of us are excused from all the lessons today."

"Oh sorry..." said Sirius, grinning sheepishly.

Peter, who now sitting on the couch with James, laughed.

"Oi, Padfoot!" called Remus, who was just coming down the stairs. "I never thought you of all people would be worried about being late for class."

"Shuddup!" mumbled Sirius. The rest of the Marauders laughed.

"So... What are we going to do today?" asked Peter.

"I dunno..." muttered Remus.

"Well we could hex Snivellus." said James. "Or we could prank Filch or we could-"

"I know!" cried Sirius suddenly. "We could go to the Hospital Wing to check on Margaret Wells. She's probably awake by now." The Marauders couldn't help but notice the eagerness in Sirius' voice.

"Oh alright then..." said Remus uncertainly. "Let's just hope Madam Pomfrey won't kick us out."

"Great, let's go!" said James more enthusiastically.

Soon, they headed towards the Hospital Wing and luckily, they met no one on the way there. When they reached the Hospital Wing, they found the girl still asleep with the covers drawn around her body.

Now seeing her clearly for the first time since yesterday and in broad daylight, Sirius couldn't help but see how truly beautiful she was. Saying thay she was pretty was an understatement: she truly was beautiful! And her beauty took his breath away. As Sirius observed, the majority of her cuts and bruises were already healed. The colour returned to her face and she was now breathing in even intervals. Her long brown wavy hair was fanned out across the pillow, and her lips, which were slightly parted, looked pink and plump and just delicious.

He once again stared at the lighting bolt shaped scar at the top of her left breast. In the daylight, the scar looked even worse: red and irritated. It was nasty harsh and very prominent against the girl's silkily soft and fair creamy skin.

Suddenly, her breathing became quicker. Sirius noticed her cheeks began to flush and her eyelashes began to flutter. Then she suddenly jerked straight up, eyes wide open. And her eyes were beautiful aswell: an alluring shade of golden brown, in which he wanted to get lost in.

But now her face was unreadable and her eyes were a mixture of panic, shock and horror. Then her eyes fixed on Sirius and widened even more. He could swear he saw a flicker of love hope and familiarity there.

"Padfoot..." she whispered barely audibly. "Padfoot, is that really you?"

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