Chapter 13- Remus
“What on earth do you mean by the fact that my son is the Chamber of Secrets!” Severus’s jaw muscle twitched, and he sneered at Sirius.
“Exactly what you think I mean, Black. Now step through the floo.” Sirius opened his mouth, but one small look from Remus shut him up.
Remus, on the other hand was trying his best not to have an absolute meltdown. Breathe, breathe. But the idea that Harry and Draco were in Slytherin’s lair made him want to rip his hair out. He’d save the screaming for later, now he and Sirius had to find the best solution to get them the fuck out of there.
“Ah, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black. I had hoped our next meeting wouldn’t be under such…unfavorable circumstances.” By the look on Sirius’s face, Remus could tell that he felt the same way he did about what Dumbledore had said. Unfavorable? Unfavorable?
“Yes, well is anyone trying to go and get them out?” Remus gritted out. For Merlin, no one was helping, Remus would bolt down there and drag Harry and Draco out himself.
“Do not worry, Mr Lupin. Fawkes has gone.” Sirius looked utterly murderous at the fact that Dumbledore’s phoenix was the only thing going to help, but Remus still had trust in Dumbledore.
And so, they waited. Remus rubbed circles into Sirius’s back, who was massaging Remus’s hand. It was agonizingly long, and the only keep that kept Remus sitting was Sirius’s presence. Lucius had arrived, looking prim and proper as ever, completely undisturbed by the fact that his son was in terrible danger. Molly and Arthur were there as well, looking pale and worried.
After almost an eternity of waiting, Remus heard the cry of Fawkes, and he almost cried himself. He bolted out of the room, and maybe he was scaring Harry, maybe he was making himself look deranged, but he couldn't care less.
“HARRY JAMES POTTER! MERLIN, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!” Harry looked completely terrified, standing alone in the hallway, but Remus was so overcome with worry and anger that he barely noticed his surroundings.
“I’m so sorry Moony! I just thought that-” Remus enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, but immediately eased off at fear of hurting him. Harry’s tears stained his jacket, but Remus was so relieved that he couldn’t think straight.
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“He is going straight to the hospital wing, Albus. You can interrogate him later.” To Remus’s surprise, Molly stood up, not Sirius. Well, to be fair, Sirius’s knuckles were so white from his grip on the chair that he probably couldn’t.
“It is necessary to…” Dumbledore faltered at Remus and Sirius’s death glares. He nodded and accompanied by Remus and Sirius, they led Harry’s trembling form to the hospital wing.
“You’ve been so brave Harry. Just rest for now, alright?” Remus carded his fingers through Harry’s hair, Madam Pomfrey hovering over his bed.
“Close your eyes, runt. Eh?” Sirius’s tight smile didn’t reach his eyes, but a sharp squeeze of the hand from Remus allowed it to.
As soon as Harry had gone to sleep, Madam Pomfrey had ushered them out with a small smile at Remus. Dumbledore had then walked them out of the grounds, discussing things to do with the ministry and Voldemort.
They’d apparated back to their home, and Remus and Sirius had paced around a little bit, endlessly restless with worry. Having had enough of it, Remus decided to put his mouth to much better uses than muttering worriedly.