Chapter 2
James has passed out, Harry is screaming again and Lily
Is breathing?
But she died.
When he came in, he cast a diagnostic charm on her, it came back empty.
It came back dead.
He casts another diagnostic charm.
Healthy heart rate.
Healthy blood pressure.
Healthy breathing.
No wounds, inside or outside.
No pathogens or infections.
Every organ still in place.
She should be alive.
But she was dead a moment ago.
Once you're dead, you don't come back.
You stay dead.
No brain activity.
Lily is still dead.
Harry is still screaming, but Harry's fine. Well not fine, but he bandaged the cut on his forehead.
Magic didn't work. He'll think about that later.
His arm grows heavy.
The one that still supports James.
Who is still past out.
He summons a pillow and lowers James' head onto it.
Now he looks more asleep than passed out. He is also spared a massive headache once he wakes up.
If he wakes up.
No.
No No nononono.
Once. He wakes up. He will wake up. He has to wake up. James won't die. He can't.
Sirius. Fokus.
James isn't dead.
Is he?
One way to find out.
Sirius casts a diagnostic charm on James.
His brain is still active. Good. No pathogens. Good. Minor outer scratches. Fractured knee caps. Not great. But treatable.
Decreasing heat rate. Flattening breath. Decreasing frequency of inhales.
There!
A curse.
Sirius casts another diagnostic charm, one specialized in detection and categorization of harmful and dark magic.
He gets a sense of sacrifice. Taking more than James has to offer.
He feels a bond. Unbreakable, at least not without killing James in the process.
Lilly is dead but breathing. James is sacrificing himself and dying because of it. An unbreakable bond.
Sirius fokuses on the bond. A blue white shimmer, like luminescent water reveals itself to Sirius. And like water, it flows, drains out of James. The glow flows into Lillys dead body, where it vanishes, like rain in a desert.
The bond.
It is soft, flowing. Sirius can not break it but maybe, maybe he can reroute it.
Sirius reaches his hand towards the stream. As soon as his fingers grace the surface, he too begins to glow. He curls his fingers around the stream. It feels weird. Like water, encased in infinitely thin fabric.
Then Sirius pulls.
The stream tears. Splits in half. The half in Sirius hand leaks the glowing liquid. His skin absorbs it, the leaking stops. Sirius can no longer feel the bond between his fingers, so he uncurls them.
The no ripped edge. No scar. Just one continuous, smooth glow.
No indicator of where the bond ends and where Sirius begins.
The glow grows faint and Sirius alongside it.
He feels his heart slow down. He feels his breath grow shallow.
He lays down on the pillow next to James and as his legs stretch, sharp pain erupts in his knees.
His vision blurs.
And then refocuses.
Underneath his head, the pillow moves