afm_sirius

What... what the hell. Nobody missed me? Why am I even here, anymore if nobody cares if I'm around or not.

Spent the past two days in a Fucking Muggle Hospital. Dangerous place, that. They wanted to actually cut me open, spread apart my chest and fiddle about with my heart.

I'm just glad I was dressed like a Muggle and didn't have my wand with me. Still, when I asked about all of this wizard stuff, the doctor vehemently warned me that if he heard any anti-magic sentiment at all, I'd be out on my arse. It's good to know we have at least one ally in the Muggle world.

( private to harry )

Dammit, Harry, you're sick! Get home and take care of yourself, or I swear, I'll march right down there and bring you back, myself.

To hell with the Ministry and all of their cronies!

So... yeah, if anyone else can fetch my errant Godson and make his mind work with a little bit of reason for once - or even put him in a full body bind and levitate him home to his own bed so he can bloody-well recover from his probably contageous fever, I'd greatly appreciate it!