Who: James Potter & Otto Bagman ( @ottobagman ) Where: The Hospital Wing When: Evening, January 4
James didn’t want to leave Lily when they got to the hospital wing but he was prepared to do it; she could do good work there, because she was clever and had a lot of skill with healing. He had to escort her, of course; he couldn’t just leave her to get there alone and it would be better to get a look at the damage personally. He’d said goodbye but hadn’t turned to leave yet, scanning the room to see if he recognized anyone - well, he recognized almost everyone but he was checking to see if anyone who was really important to him was in here, but he didn’t expect to see anyone and -
Sirius.
James froze, the room spinning momentarily as his gaze moved back to the bed he had passed over so quickly. It couldn’t be Sirius. It couldn’t be Sirius. It couldn’t be Sirius. If Sirius was hurt - if any of the Marauders were hurt but especially Sirius - Sirius was his brother, Sirius had lived at his house, Sirius had been there for all the late nights pining over Lily and planning to become an Animagus and fuming over Snivellus and -
James didn’t realize he’d started moving, was only vaguely aware of Lily’s urgent voice telling him it would be okay, Sirius would be okay, but he had to leave, had to let them do their job - because the world had narrowed down to his brother in a bed in the hospital wing and James had to be there, had to be at his side, had to see with his own eyes that Sirius was okay -
“Sirius!” He wasn’t aware that he was yelling either, his feet moving faster as the sense of panic grew; heart pounding, hands shaking, eyes burning. “Sirius!”