In the infirmary...

[worldfromafar]

After this, and this. Open for RP, in case anyone wants to visit him. :)

PS: Even if he returns to the cottage with Tonks eventually for a few days, Remus can still receive visitors here or in the comm. <3


While he sleeps he can still hear him. He can hear his howls, and the snarls. The growling. Often he can still even feel the claws as they dig through his chest, the fangs as they bite into his throat and the way they rip his shoulder apart.

It all seems so real while he sleeps that, once he manages to wake up, it's hard to remember that it's over. That Fenrir Greyback is dead and that it's time to move on. Get better. Get out of here. That's what is important, isn't it?

Except, as his breathing returns back to normal after each dream and he does all he can to ignore the pain that ebbs and flows steadily throughout his body, his thoughts start to plague him. What if Fenrir hadn't died? And if he was dead... So many that were once dead were back once more. He himself had been dead not that long ago, hadn't he? So what, exactly, assured him that Fenrir wouldn't be back?

Perhaps it's because of those thoughts that he can't feel happy of his victory. He feels relief, sure, but there's not much more past that. Maybe it would come later, once his body stops aching over the smallest movement. Maybe it would sneak up to him at the most random moment.

Maybe it wouldn't even come.

But it's over, he reminds himself. For now that is all he tries to concentrate on. That, and the fact that in a couple of days he would be going home to finish recuperating if they managed to convince Poppy to let him go. Merlin, and he's certainly hoping that she'll do that because he already feels claustrophobic even if he has barely been there for a couple of days.

Not feeling tired enough to fall back asleep, Remus just stays where he is and stares blankly up at the ceiling as thoughts continue to take over.

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[notjustbitsnow.livejournal.com]

Word of the result of Remus and Greyback's battle spread quickly. Benjy's first instinct had been to rush off to find Remus, lend a hand healing him, and then throw a damn party. But, as always, his logic prevailed. Parties were more Sirius and James' thing. Poppy hardly ever appreciated people "underfoot" while she was trying to work. And Remus needed rest right now, not enthusiasm.

So Benjy spent a couple of days feeling twitchy and impatient, waiting for a more appropriate time to pay a visit and thinking about what he'd discussed with Fabian. This business with people coming back. Who or what was causing it? Could it be stopped or regulated? Because nobody wanted Greyback returning -- even his own side seemed to find him disgusting and offensive -- and ever since the first time he'd been paired with Remus in Potions during second year, Benjy found that he had an innate desire to help Remus however he could. And keeping Greyback away? Definitely counted as helping Remus.

He tried to wait another day but Benjy could only keep himself patient for a limited amount of time. He pushed open the infirmary door and poked his head in. Remus had been installed not far from the entrance and at the moment he was alone. Benjy knocked on the door to get Remus' attention and stepped into the room. "Oi, Remus," he said in greeting. "Are you up for a visitor?"

[diedforthem.livejournal.com]

Marlene had heard about the battle and its aftermath right about when everyone else did, and she'd decided to pay Remus a visit as soon as possible -- he was one of the ones she hadn't yet greeted.

So she knocked, with a wave to Poppy, and flopped herself next to Remus' bed, guitar in hand. "Lucky you, Remus, you get free entertainment," she said with a grin. "I wouldn't do this for just anyone, y'know."

[5ofu2ofus.livejournal.com]

"I did plan on coming in in full nursing regalia," Fabian came around the corner and pulled up a stool. "but Caradoc said that would be too camp even for me."

He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a heavy, thick bar of Belgian chocolate. "Didn't know if Poppy would be confiscating it at the door."

His eyes ran over Remus, silently cataloging injuries and finally shaking his head. "It would have been very rude of you to check out just when the rest of us went to all this trouble to check back in. How you doin'?"

[sayshisname.livejournal.com]

Harry had appeared originally in owl form, perched at a window, and watching from there. There was something to be said about a bit of distance to handle what has happened. He's proud that Remus won the fight, but his stomach is in knots at the damage that he incurred in doing so. From his spot he is able to keep watch over all three Lupins, as well as his godfather and the puppies.

He loses track of time this way, and finds himself able to handle this easier in this form. It's easier as an animal than a human to accept the nature of kill or be killed. Owls are hunters. Maybe that is why he can handle it better as Hooters.

After a few hours, he takes off in flight, to try and clear his head. When he returns it's morning so he has to teach. He showers, changes in into his clothes and robes, and conducts his class as if nothing has happened. It's just another day. Another battle won. Another injured soldier taken to heal in the infirmary.

By the end of the day he makes his way toward the infirmary and quietly takes a seat next to Remus' bed. His eyes scan every mark, every trace of Fenrir that remains, and for a moment nothing is said. He can't be angry, really, when this was Remus Lupin's fight more than anyone. But there is still traces of that seventeen year old boy who saw his mentor laying on a table next to his wife, both death.

"Well done. How are you feeling?" His tone is so quiet that he almost wonders if he spoke loud enough to be heard at all.

[oddlylunalu.livejournal.com]

Luna stood in the doorway of the infirmary for several long quiet moments just staring at Remus. She gulped a little, it wasn't a secret that everyone was cheering on the inside for his triumph over Fenrir, but the joy was hard to express when Remus was in the last place they wanted any of their loved ones to be. Taking in a deep breath, she approached him slowly, forcing a smile and placing a box of chocolate on the table. "I see I'm not the only one who was clever enough to smuggle in some chocolate." She said lightly, wrinkling her nose and taking a seat beside his bed.