Who: Harry Potter and Sirius Prewett When: 6:45 PM, day 3. Where: Sirius' office. What: Harry goes to see the Auror about a werewolf. Rating: PG-13 for angry hero. Status: Incomplete
After the incident with Arcturus outside, Harry had come in and been seen by the new medi-wizard, and after he’d been given a clean bill of health and stuck around to watch Sirius get checked up by the new man, he’d dismissed himself and gone back down to his room to spend the remainder of his night there. He assumed that Sirius had locked up Arcturus in one of the cells that he’d been shown upstairs, and also assumed that the werewolf would be taken straight out of this facility as soon as possible, to get him away from the patients here. Harry was assuming wrong, of course, because Arcturus wasn’t going anywhere. He deserved to, he deserved to sit in a cell in prison somewhere for attacking Sirius like that, and when Harry realized that he hadn’t been taken away the next day, catching a glimpse of him while he was outside earlier in the evening, he was not a happy camper.
So, of course, Harry took his unhappily tented mood back inside of the Sanctuary and up to the Auror Prewett’s office, moving through the sitting room and lifting a hand up to knock heavily on the door. He wasn’t pleased, not at all, and when Sirius came forward to open the door he would be able to read that look on Harry’s face. The previous day, he’d been very thankful for what the Auror had done, he had shown some reverence for the older man for saving him from the fate Sirius had received in his stead, but now the ridiculous nature of the situation had bubbled feelings of anger up and on top of what small affection he might have felt for the man before.
“What the hell is Arcturus Prewett still doing here? Walking around? Are you out of your minds?”