HARRY POTTER WLoF REWRITE PART 2 CHAP 16

Sirius was quiet as he entered the flat, closing and locking the door, finally relaxing.

"How's Remus?"

The whisper startled him and he turned, almost pulling out his wand. He paused when he saw it was Moria holding the asleep Geoffrey in her arms, the two year olds head resting on her shoulder, completely out of it. He relaxed immediately.

"He's fine. A bit worried about Geoffrey since he wasn't feeling well the whole day." Sirius remarked with a tired smile. "That was the first thing out of his mouth."

"Geoffrey is perfectly fine. He had just a little head cold. He cried for a while though. Wanted Remus, I guess."

"Two peas in a pod." Sirius remarked with a tired grin and she smiled. "Why don't you go lie down? I'll drop off little mini-me with Remus."

"You sure he's up to it?"

"Remus and him will both sleep better knowing that one another is fine." Sirius remarked, kissing her forehead. She made a murmuring sound and then nodded. Slowly he wiggled Geoffrey's grip off of Moria's shirt, allowing the toddler to settle on his own chest. The two year old made a mumbled comment, open his eyes a fraction before falling back into a slumber, clutching the small plush toy he had gotten from his mother before her death.

He offered a slight smile, before looking at Moria. "Go lie down, love."

"Alright, alright, Black." She remarked tiredly, beginning to yawn. He kissed her into silence and then turned, apparating away. As he landed, Geoffrey made a small whine of discontent. He didn't like side-along apparition. At all.

"Sorry Pup." He apologized as he walked quietly to the flat where he, James, and Peter had helped Remus in a little while ago. He knocked quietly. Several minutes later, the door opened slowly, revealing a heavily bandaged Remus, who looked at him tiredly. A part of him wanted to tease him about being so slow, but really this wasn't appropriate at that moment. Instead he shrugged his shoulder that Geoffrey was currently resting his head on.

"Kid delivery." He teased. "Asleep and ready to go home."

"How is he?" Remus asked tiredly, as Sirius shifted his hold and placed the toddler to Remus, who winced at the sudden weight on his screaming muscles. But he ignored it as he bounced Geoffrey slightly.

"Moria gave him a clean bill of health." Sirius responded. "Now you two should both get some sleep. I for one am heading back…doubt the girlfriend would be too happy if I didn't show up."

Remus snorted slightly, stopping when Geoffrey stirred. "Tell Moria I said thank you."

"Gladly." Sirius replied and turned, darkness and a whirl of images greeting him as he apparated away. He stumbled as he landed, slightly dizzy. Three times in a row of apparating was bound to do that. Shaking his head he rubbed the bridge of his nose to make the room stop spinning, he walked to the bedroom and paused, staring at the sleeping form that lay there.

Moria looked so calm in her sleep, as though nothing bad was going on outside these walls. And he would keep it like that, if only to see her safe and happy. He withheld a chuckle as she forcibly began to kick at the comforter, freeing her left leg, which curved above it. He pulled off his shirt, the tired feeling returning full swing not even fighting the yawn that tore through his system as he pulled off his jeans and pulled on the pair of sweatpants. Scratching his head, he sat on his side of the bed, flopping down and exhaling. He had barely managed to get comfortable, when he felt her scoot over towards him, her back resting just near his arm. He turned slightly, observing, even in the dim morning light, her scars.

Gently he began to trace each one slowly, stopping when he finally landed on the newest scar to adorn her back. It was etched along her spine, burned onto there like a brand. While a part of him understood and forgave Wulfric for doing what he did, another part was bitter. Yet another scar on her back. Another testament to her life that she had been struggling through. Hadn't she earned enough scars? She shifted again, but other than made no sign that she was awake as her fidgeting slowly stopped, her breathing slowing further as her body completely relaxed. He grinned tiredly, kissing her neck, before sleep finally took its hold on him as well.

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Moria slowly woke up, shifting slightly under the sheets. She was exhausted, as she had been for nearly two weeks. She grumbled pulling the covers over her head, squirming as she felt a hand skim her waist, pulling her towards the owner of the arm. She made a soft sound as her back pressed into warmth.

"Come on sleepyhead, time to get up." She heard Sirius say.

"Don't want to." She murmured and he heard her chuckle before kissing the back of her neck gently.

"Come on love…you need to eat." He continued.

"Do I have to?"

"It's sort of necessary to eat if you're a human."

"Yeah…well…considering I haven't been able to keep it in my stomach…eating isn't my favorite activity right now." She retorted dryly and he frowned.

"You should probably see a healer."

"Nah…I probably just caught something at work, Sirius. I'll be fine in a day or two." She murmured, sitting up. He looked at her.

"And if you aren't?" he asked.

"If I'm not, then I will get checked out." She concluded and saw him relax slightly before he kissed her cheek.

"You know, if I did indeed catch something, you could get sick too."

"Well I am in love with a healer." He joked and she laughed.

"That is true." She said kissing his cheek gently, before kissing him fully on the mouth. He smirked.

"Hey Moria?"

"Hm?" she asked looking at him.

"There's been something I've been mean-!" he tried to say but his pager went off and he groaned inwardly. James had been right. That infernal device was good at sensing when the mood was shifting. He picked it up and then groaned for real this time. Auror's were being called. Yet ANOTHER raid.

"I have to go." He grumbled, kissing her gently. She smirked.

"Well…have fun." She said. "I'll see you later." She added and like that he dispparated away. Moria sighed and flopped back onto the bed, sighing loudly.

"Maybe five more minutes." She groused but knew full well that there was no way she would make it to five minutes.

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Sirius grumbled as he followed James, who looked at him, amused.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing…bloody pager has some crappy timing." Sirius complained and James laughed.

"Don't I know it. So you ask her yet?"

"I was about to when the bloody pager went off." Sirius shot back and James laughed.

"Ah the dreaded pager…You can ask her when we get back."

"Yeah…but did you hear Moody?" Sirius asked in complaint. "This might take a while…with more than one raids." He complained.

"Oh come on Padfoot. Relax. She'll say yes." James said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah…" Sirius murmured absently. He just felt as though something bad was going to happen. But what could possibly happen?

She was safe and at the moment so was he.

There was going to be nothing wrong.

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Moria's vision swam slightly as she read another file at Mungo's. She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Was she that tired?

"Moria?" she heard someone ask and looked up to see Chelsea staring at her, concern.

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? You're really pale." Chelsea asked. Moria shrugged.

"I'm just tired." Moria replied. "I'll be fine." She added but Chelsea looked unconvinced. Moria ignored her and continued filing. Suddenly the world seemed to spin and Moria's vision went black for several seconds. Next thing she knew, Chelsea was supporting her and placed the files down on the nearby desk, dragging her to a seat.

"Okay you aren't fine."

"But-"

"Why don't you head back home, okay? It's not that busy right now, so I can work the last part of your shift." Chelsea concluded and Moria sighed, rubbing her head.

"Maybe you're right." Moria murmured.

"Do you need help?" Chelsea asked and Moria glared at her.

"I'll be FINE Chelsea. I'm sick, not dying." Moria retorted, annoyed and got up, fighting the wave of dizziness that flooded her system, before heading to the locker room, sighing to herself in exasperation. If Sirius found out she had nearly fainted, he was going to have a heart attack, she thought dryly as she unbuttoned the healer robes, slipping them off and grabbed her shirt, pulling it on. Suddenly the atmosphere changed, as though someone had entered. But she hadn't heard the door…

"Hello?" She called out looking around. She went to the corner and looked around the locker room. It was empty. "Hm…strange." She murmured and turned around to go collect her things. She stopped when she spotted a small piece of parchment lying on her knapsack. That hadn't been there before…had it?

She stared at it, dumbfounded. Quickly she pulled on her jeans and then picked up the paper, opening it to read. So involved in reading it, she failed to notice a small form scurry around the corner. She read the hurried writing and felt her stomach drop, her heart began to beat faster, and she felt as though she was going to faint again.

"Need help. Go to address below.

-Sirius."

She read the address and then hurriedly rushed out of Mungo's barely managing to act calm as she passed by the main office. She scarcely made it out of Mungo's before apparating away. She didn't notice a figure standing in the alleyway, nor did she see the figure smirk.

The trick had work.

The trap had been set.

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Moria stumbled slightly as she landed, her nerves strung, her adrenaline rushing. That idiot better be okay, if he wasn't, so help her, she was going to-!

The place was empty.

Moria blinked and looked at the paper again. Yup, it was the right address. She sighed, shoving the parchment back into her pocket. Maybe the fight ended and he was already ho-!

It happened too fast.

Something crashed behind her and she heard a cat yowl as though its tail had been stepped on. She went to turn, aim her wand. Something slammed into the back of her head and she made a strangled sound—not quite a scream, not quite a yelp and pitched forward. Tiny explosions rocketed through her head and her vision turned a blinding light, before the edges of her sight began to fade into darkness. She felt the ground connect with her body, her wand kicked out of her hand.

She tried to reach for it, but it was like her hand had become submerged in drying concrete. She tried to speak, but it felt like her voice box had been ripped out. She only managed to weakly look up and see three figures standing over her, think that she was now in deep trouble, before she welcomed the darkness and lost consciousness.

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"Wake up."

"Wake up, Prescott. Time to say hello."

Voices swirled around her, until finally she relented and opened her eyes a crack, scrunching her eyes shut as a bright light temporarily blinded her, letting out a small curse.

"Oh look, she's awake." A voice said and she finally opened her eyes, looking around. Three or four men had surrounded her. She couldn't see her faces and realized that they had masks on.

Deatheaters.

A cold hard lump settled in her stomach, and she knew she was in deep, deep trouble.

She felt at her wrists and found chains tightly wrapped around them, her arms forced above her head, the chain receding into the darkness, her back pressed against a cold concrete wall. She knew she had been positioned like this for a while as her fingers had gone numb, and blood was slow to rise there. A shadowed figure stepped forward, and even though she couldn't see his face, she could feel him leering at her.

"Why hello, Moria Prescott. It felt like it's been so long. When was the last time we saw you? A few years, maybe?" One of them asked. She kept silent, staring at the ground. Apparently that angered the one who had spoken because he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up. She winced but other than that made no sound or movement.

"You're going to be answering some of our questions, Ms. Prescott. Now we can do this the easy way, or we can do it a hard painful way. It's your choice." The man spat out. Moria breathed in deeply and dug her fingers into the palm of her hands before spitting into the man's face. He withdrew as though she had just thrown acid onto him. Her eyes narrowed

"Fuck…you..." She growled out. Another Deatheater chuckled.

"Boy this is going to be fun."