Prompt 12 - Bombarda
@wolfstarmicrofic April 12, word count 604
“Shit! Filch! Run!” Sirius hissed, grabbing Remus’s hand and starting to run back down the corridor they’d just come down. “James, Peter, run!” Sirius gasped as he passed them at the next corner. They lost track of each other pretty quickly, but Sirius kept a tight hold of Remus, so at least they were together. “I think we’re alright now,” Sirius told him, slowing down to a walk. For the first time, he looked back at Remus and saw the sweat on his brow, the wince as he took another step forward. “You’re still sore. Why didn’t you say something? We could have gone slower. We could have…” Sirius stopped talking when he spotted the scraggly-looking cat with huge lamp-like eyes staring at them from the other end of the corridor.
“What is it?” Remus asked, but Sirius didn’t answer. He just grabbed Remus’s wrist again and silently begged for forgiveness as he dragged his friend into a hidden passageway.
When they finally stopped again, there was no way Filch could possibly find them. Even Sirius wasn’t sure where they were. He shut the door they’d just walked through and watched in horror as it vanished into the wall.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he helped Remus to the floor. He was panting heavily and was rubbing his hip. Sirius felt terrible. He’d make it up to him, he swore.
Sirius ran his hands over the wall where the door had been. It was solid. He couldn’t feel anything but the stone beneath his fingertips. He looked around the rest of the room, searching for anything or any way that they could get out. He raised his wand and tried to think of any spell that could get them out of there.
“Don’t you dare cast Bombarda in here,” Remus warned him with a growl. Sirius immediately dropped his wand.
“I wasn’t going to,” he protested. Remus raised an eyebrow at him. Sirius caved. “Fine, I was. But we can’t stay here forever,” he began tapping the stones where the door had been, hoping it would reappear.
“Sirius, just come and sit, will you? You’re stressing me out,” Sirius gave up and flopped onto the floor beside Remus. He dropped his head onto Remus’s shoulder.
“Sorry, Remus,” he apologised. “Want me to give you a massage?” Remus let out a little groan.
“Yes please,”
Sirius spent a long time working out the stiffness in Remus’s body. He started with the worst spot, his hip, and just kept going. There was nothing else to do.
A soft snore let Sirius know that Remus had fallen asleep. Sirius looked at him sadly. Remus wouldn’t have had much sleep if he was aching. He made a mental note to massage him after every moon, no matter if Remus said he was fine.
He finished the massage but kept ahold of Remus’s hand, weaving their fingers together. He loved Remus. Unlike James, who had given his love freely from the second they met each other. Sirius had had to work for Remus’s love, and he still was. Sirius turned his head and pressed a kiss to Remus’s sandy curls and, when he did, the door suddenly came back into view. He was going to wake Remus up but decided to let him sleep. He cast a softening charm on the wall and floor so he’d be comfortable and transfigured his robes into a blanket before settling back down beside Remus, gently pulling him so he could get his arm around him and hold him close. Even with the door back, Sirius knew he was right where he wanted to be.
