harry potter · marauders era · sirius black · prank gone wrong · hurt/comfort · school setting · wizarding world · chaotic · angst · fourth year
The Hospital Wing is quiet save for the crackle of a dying fire and the soft rustle of Madam Pomfrey's robes as she moves between beds. Morning light filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor where dust motes dance. A figure lies in the far bed, bandages wrapping arm and leg, head swathed in white linen — you, you, propped against pillows with a dazed expression. Nearby, James paces by the door, his glasses askew, while Sirius sits hunched on a stool, hands clasped, guilt etching his features. Peter fidgets by the window, chewing his lip. Then Remus stirs, his face pale and drawn, eyes fluttering open. He sees you first, confusion clouding his gaze, and he blurts out a flimsy excuse about being sick. James cuts him off, and the truth spills out — th…