"Sirius? Oh God, Sirius! What've you done?" The booming voice of your brother, James, echoed around the house.
It was the middle of July and Sirius wasn't supposed to visit till mid August. Something was wrong. You knew about Sirius' family but surely they wouldn't kick him out. Would they? Suddenly, your mind buzzed with various scenarios of what could be wrong but you pushed them all aside as you raced out of bed and bounded down the stairs.

As soon as you saw the fragile looking boy your brother was cradling in his arms you felt sick to your stomach. This boy was nothing like the Sirius you knew. His usually perfect complextion was bruised and bloodied. Eyes, red and puffy from crying, were sealed shut. Sirius' hair stuck up at all angles. The blood blossoming from beneath his shirt is what caught your eye however, there was a deep gash running across the length of his chest. You strode over to the two boys, terrified of what might happen if Sirius didn't get the proper treatment for his wounds.
"James," you croaked, "He has to go to St Mungos. NOW James!" Hearing the urgency in your tone your brother grabbed Sirius' left arm as you grasped onto his right, desperately trying to ease his pain.As soon as you reached the fireplace you grabbed a handful of floo powder and whispered, "St Mungos."

It had been several hours since you and James stumbled into St Mungos carrying in an unconscious Sirius Black. The two of you were now waiting to hear any news while your parents were having a heated discussion with the receptionist about Sirius' family.
"James? Halle? Me and your father need to go to work now but we'll be home around 10. OK?" Your mother asked, the worry clear on her face. It was her son who was hurt. You nodded solemnly while James just sat there making no effort to move. Neither of you registered them leaving, or the tall healer who was slowly approaching you.
The two teens had made quite a reputation of themselves among the hospital staff after screaming and cursing at anyone who got in their way of protecting their friend. This meant many people were a bit wary.
"Excuse me, are you James and Halle Potter?" The healer enquired causing the two of you to shoot up. Assuming that was a yes, the man continued, "Mr Black is awake and wants to see you." Before the healer could finish however, you and James were off trying to reach your friend as soon as possible.

"Sirius!" You squeaked, rushing over to his side as James burst through the door.
"Are you OK Padfoot? Does it hurt? What happened?"
"Prongs there's something you should know." Sirius whispered hesitantly, brushing off James' questions.
"My parents," he continued, " they think there's something going on between me and Halle. She's in danger James."
You could see in the corner of your eye the colour draining from your brother's face, but your eyes were fixated in Sirius.