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Post by Juliette Michelle Potter on Nov 30, 2016 21:36:08 GMT -5
 Juliette had been unconscious for hours, well ever since she had left Cato’s mansion and was taken to Mungo’s. They took her to a room to be looked over and she had to have some sort of an operation. It was tricky since she was pregnant. They didn’t want her to go into labor early. She was there for several hours after being brought there by Claire. Finally, they took her to a room where she slept. Her right arm was in a full length cast and her left leg was in a full-length cast. She had cuts and bruises all over which were slowly healing. Events played on inside her head and she quickly woke up looking around. Blaine she said remembering he had been hurt by Cato. She had passed out before noticing if he had made it out with them. Then something else flashed through her mind. Her father. He had taken a dark spell for and had been hurt. She was still a little out of it but she had no idea if he was okay. The last thing she remembered was him screaming from the pain after it hit him. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t not only because of her injuries and the pain they caused but because of her huge belly getting in the way. Panic rose in her and she had no idea if her father was okay or not. She had to make sure. Words: 245 Tagged: James Sirius Potter |
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Post by James Sirius Potter on Dec 1, 2016 3:52:31 GMT -5
After waking up abruptly to a nightmare Sirius only took a few seconds to remember everything up until he had hit the ground after coming between Juliette and a nasty curse that had ripped his chest and side open like it was nothing. The pain had been immense, but he did his best to ignore it and play it down in front of Claire, as he always did – but he had given in to her request to stay still, at least for the time being. They talked, she caught him up on his own condition, and hers and Juliette’s as well – relief flooding him when he found out that she and Juliette were safe and the healers had already done everything they needed aside from monitoring Juliette for a while to ensure the safety of her unborn twins.
Once they had talked for a while the healers came in and gave him another couple of potions for pain – and half an hour or so later he was asleep again after the pain started to subside some. He woke up on and off throughout the night – asking Claire each time for an update on what was left of their situation – how the other aurors were doing and unfortunately finding out that Blackwell had managed not only to escape, but had taken Blaine with him when he did. Now there was a new team of aurors out looking for him – but they hadn’t had any luck so far and he was not looking forward to having to break the news to Juliette.
At some point, Claire had woken up him to tell him that she was going to leave for a little while to take the reports she had been working on into the office to be sent off to Albus – that she would might stop at the house to get cleaned up, but that she would be back as soon as she could. He had been awake when she left, but fell asleep again shortly after – it was some time in the middle of the night when she left, nearly morning though – and the sun was just starting to come up, barely visible through the cloudy sky outside his window – when he woke up the next time and Claire still hadn’t returned.
He had told her that he wanted to see Juliette the next day – and she had agreed after some arguing about how he needed to stay in bed. It had come down to whether or not the healers thought he was well enough to move and were willing to take him to visit her. If they thought he was up for it then she wouldn’t fight him on the issue at all – after all she knew how hard he was trying to repair any relationship he could have with his teenage daughter. Sirius yawned, taking as deep of a breath as his sore body would allow without it becoming painful, and tried again to sit up for the first time since he had woken up initially.
This time it went a little bit better than the last, he managed to push himself to a halfway sitting position, leaning back against the pillows and letting out a long an exaggerated sigh. After a little while a healer came in to check on him and he asked them about the possibility of going to see his daughter soon. They brought in the healer who was overseeing his treatment and after some complaining, demanding and threatening to be a bigger pain in the ass than he had ever been during a hospital stay they finally came to an agreement – after they changed all his bandages they would help him into a wheelchair, that he was absolutely not to get out of – and they would take him to visit her when she woke up.
Only a few minutes later the two healers were helping him to sit up fully – taking the bandages off and he was able to see his wounds for the first time since he had been there. Three long slashes, one going from the top of his chest and angled slightly, going all the way down to the opposite side of his torso, one just below it going from the far left of his ribs and across his abdomen and the third just below that, going from just below his ribs on the left, across and down to his hip on the other side. He winced and cursed under his breath as they applied more of the herbal salve and wrapped fresh bandages around his entire torso from just above his hips to his chest and over his left shoulder.
That all took less than forty minutes, at which point one of the healers peaked into Juliette’s room and noticed she was awake, returning to Sirius room with a wheelchair, along with another horrible potion that he choked down, wishing he had some whiskey to wash it down with. It took both of the healers to help him out of bed and into the chair, which had an elevated leg rest that one healer put his right leg on after wrapping his knee – which was black and blue with bruising – and then they brought him down the hall to Juliette, knocking on her door and telling her she had a visitor as they brought him in and put him next to her bed.
Sirius took in her appearance – she had a cast on her right arm and her left leg, small scratches and bruises abound but all in the obvious process of being healed by magic. Overall she looked tired and maybe a bit panicked – perhaps she had just woken up when the healer noticed her, perhaps she too was plagued with nightmares that made a restful sleep nearly impossible. He had known for hours now that she was okay and that she had been resting and likely asleep most of the night – but seeing it for himself made it all the more real and was extremely comforting.
Smiling at her Sirius looked extremely exhausted, his right eye bruised and only some of the bandages visible – he had convinced them to get him out of the hospital gown, Claire at some point had someone grab him a pair of gym shorts and an old button down shirt that would be easy enough to wear and take on and off as needed for the healers to change the bandages on his wounds, which he wore unbuttoned for the convenience.
“How are you doing?” he asked her, his voice still sounding weaker and softer than usual no matter how hard he tried to put energy into it – he had used up most of the energy he had arguing with the healers to let him do this in the first place and it had taken far more effort than he expected just to move from the bed to the wheelchair – but it was a pleasant relief to be here and any amount of being uncomfortable was worth it to him right now to see his daughter.
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Post by Juliette Michelle Potter on Sept 17, 2017 23:34:17 GMT -5
Juliette couldn’t sit up no matter how hard she tried. The pain and her baby bump was just too much for her. She didn’t even know if her babies were okay. Where was someone who could tell her? Panic rose in her again as she thought about the events that had played out and her children. He won’t stop will he, he won’t stop she said starting to cry. She really was talking to herself not realizing that Sirius was indeed there. She looked around the room and saw him, her father sitting in a wheelchair beside her bed. She heard his voice low, unlike how it usually was, ask how she was doing. She didn’t even know how to answer that question. She sat there for a moment looking at the floor, thinking. Everything hurts, everything inside me feels like it is going to explode. I feel like I am dying inside and I don’t know why right now. I just want it to end she said softly. Why did everyone around her have to die or almost die. It was like she was a magnet of death. No one should even be around her. Then she remembered, Blaine. He had made sure to keep her safe even when he was hurt. He made sure she was safe. Where was he now? She figured he was in a different room. She needed to see him though. She sighed as she finally managed to sit up, though it hurt. She wiped the tears from her face and smiled at her father. Can I go see Blaine please. Just for a minute and then I will come back and we can talk she said. Tagged: James Sirius Potter |
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Post by James Sirius Potter on Jul 31, 2019 2:30:13 GMT -5
I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain,
somehow I'm still here to explain When the healers left him in Juliette’s room he sat and observed his daughter for a moment – she seemed upset, panicked – he heard her mutter, “He won’t stop will he, he won’t stop,” clearly speaking of her kidnapper, Cato Blackwell. In all honesty, he blamed himself, if he hadn’t realized she was his daughter and thought it was a good idea to take her in rather than let her keep running away from the orphanages, then maybe she wouldn’t have been taken. Sure, her mother and grandmother and her had been attacked previously – but her mother was a muggle, with a muggleborn witch living in the house as far as anyone else knew at the time, that right there was all the motive Blackwell needed in most cases. Once she was sent to the orphanage, especially if he had just let her keep running away, perhaps she would have been safer than she was with him – as much as it felt so right to have her in his life, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was the right thing to do when he had a target on his back.
It took her a moment to gather her surroundings and realize he was in the room – it was about the same time he finally spoke, soft and tired, asking how she was doing. Juliette’s eyes, which had met his for only a moment, diverted to the floor. “Everything hurts, everything inside me feels like it is going to explode. I feel like I am dying inside and I don’t know why right now. I just want it to end,” she told him, her voice barley above a whisper. Words with the most honesty he had probably gotten out of her since the day she had told him she was pregnant. It wasn’t like her to be so open with him – she held back a lot still, sometimes he felt like she still wasn’t sure how much she trusted him. A sigh escaped him as he leaned his head in his right hand, fingers grasping his hair, propping himself up with his arm resting on the arm of the wheelchair as he looked up at her in bed looking so small and scared.
“I know what you mean,” he admitted, not necessarily referring to his current condition but the feeling in general. While this was certainly one of his closest brushes with death, it still wasn’t the worst (though, close) – and physically and mentally he knew what it felt like to feel like you could just self-destruct at any moment. It was likely a combination of the stress, the traumatic things she had been through in the last few days, all topped off with the hormones and emotions that come along with being pregnant – he simply couldn’t imagine what she was going through right now. Sirius wished so badly he could have prevented this – he didn’t understand why everyone who became an important part of his life had to have such awful things happen to them; he couldn’t figure out why, other than his head auror status, that Blackwell would be so focused on tormenting him both mentally and physically.
Then, she suddenly took the conversation exactly where he wasn’t ready for it to go. “Can I go see Blaine, please? Just for a minute and then I will come back and we can talk,” she pleaded – and it broke his heart a little. He didn’t understand why she had to care so much for this boy, from what he understood they weren’t in a relationship, in fact the boy had been using her to get close to him for Cato Blackwell (who claimed to be the boys father). The fact that the boy was the father of her unborn twins was more than he had been prepared to find out – and yet for some reason, even after that afternoon when they had been attacked on the road between the village and the school, she still trusted him and wanted to be around him. It had been a complete surprise to him when he received a patronus from the boy telling him and Claire where to find Juliette.
From that moment, even if he didn’t exactly trust the boy, he at least made it clear to the other aurors that were with him and Claire that Blaine was to be protected and brought back with them. Unfortunately, he had found out the first time that he woke up after arriving at St. Mungo’s that Blackwell had knocked the rest of the aurors unconscious and disappeared shortly after Claire left with him and Juliette – and it appeared that he had taken Blaine with him. It wasn’t something he wanted to have to tell his daughter – who seemed so scared for the boy who appeared to have come to face his sadistic father to save her life. Another sigh escaped him as he tried to find the words, but from years of experience he knew there was no easy way to deliver bad news. “I’m really sorry,” he started off – speaking slowly, thinking over his words as they came to him. “Blaine isn’t here… Blackwell got away before more aurors could get there… From the look of it, he took Blaine with him.”
Honesty was always the best policy – right? At the moment, Sirius wasn’t so sure about that as he watched his daughter, waiting for her to react and preparing to handle whatever that reaction might be.
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