Remus is a little surprised when a rather frazzled-looking owl reaches him while he's out on significantly more local Order business than he'd been doing a scant week ago. He still isn't sure he'll ever be able to apologize enough for that, to make up for leaving them, especially at a time like this. Luckily the owl reaches him just as he's finished up. He takes the small note from it and reads over it quickly, confused for a moment as it doesn't seem to be intended for him at all. As he reads on, that confusion turns to dread, a cold dead weight in his stomach.
He Apparates back to the flat immediately, much to the hungry owl's dismay.
There's no Dark Mark over their home, which isn't as comforting as he'd like it to be, and it only gets worse from there. The front door is locked as it should be, the flat is still and quiet... nothing seems out of place, except that the lights in the entryway are on, and they're never on when no one's home.
He sneaks through the flat, wand in hand, and the next clue that something has gone wrong is the broken potted plant he sees in the doorway as he turns the corner. As he gets closer, he sees Sirius' wand on the floor, and he's already expecting the worst.
The wards haven't picked up the presence of anyone who isn't supposed to be there, but he's cautious anyway, up until he can see Sirius' body on the ground, limbs twisted unnaturally, and no apparent threats still in the room.
"No! No no no no please--" He rushes to him immediately, certain that he's too late, that Sirius is already gone-- but no, he's breathing, he's alive, he's even conscious, and Remus lets out a sob of broken relief, falling to his knees beside him. He draws back his focus, tapping his wand to Sirius' broken arm. "Ferula." He repeats the process with the legs. It's a temporary fix until they can get a proper Healer to him, but it should keep him from making the breaks any worse, as well as help with the pain a little. He adds a few localized numbing spells, then sends off three Patronuses with messages to Dumbledore, James, and whichever Order-aligned Healer it can find first. Then he takes Sirius' unsplintered hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of it soothingly. "Padfoot-- Padfoot, it's alright, I've got you."
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He Apparates back to the flat immediately, much to the hungry owl's dismay.
There's no Dark Mark over their home, which isn't as comforting as he'd like it to be, and it only gets worse from there. The front door is locked as it should be, the flat is still and quiet... nothing seems out of place, except that the lights in the entryway are on, and they're never on when no one's home.
He sneaks through the flat, wand in hand, and the next clue that something has gone wrong is the broken potted plant he sees in the doorway as he turns the corner. As he gets closer, he sees Sirius' wand on the floor, and he's already expecting the worst.
The wards haven't picked up the presence of anyone who isn't supposed to be there, but he's cautious anyway, up until he can see Sirius' body on the ground, limbs twisted unnaturally, and no apparent threats still in the room.
"No! No no no no please--" He rushes to him immediately, certain that he's too late, that Sirius is already gone-- but no, he's breathing, he's alive, he's even conscious, and Remus lets out a sob of broken relief, falling to his knees beside him. He draws back his focus, tapping his wand to Sirius' broken arm. "Ferula." He repeats the process with the legs. It's a temporary fix until they can get a proper Healer to him, but it should keep him from making the breaks any worse, as well as help with the pain a little. He adds a few localized numbing spells, then sends off three Patronuses with messages to Dumbledore, James, and whichever Order-aligned Healer it can find first. Then he takes Sirius' unsplintered hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of it soothingly. "Padfoot-- Padfoot, it's alright, I've got you."