James Potter (infit_james) wrote in sic_infit, @ 2009-07-28 21:37:00 |
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The Rescue, part 2
Characters: Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter and Open to anyone who would be at the safe house that time of night.
Date: July 25, 1999
Location: Order safe house
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dorcas is sprung from the hospital.
Status: incomplete
Between the three of them, James and his companions (Hestia and Caradoc, co-opted from whatever their late night/early morning plans had been for this mission) managed to slip into St. Mungo's again, taking Dorcas with them as they left. It had been a challenge, to say the least. She was unconscious and, with her just barely healing wounds and extreme blood loss, Dorcas wasn't going to be any sort of help, even if she'd known what they were doing. In fact, if she'd known what was happening, she'd probably beg her rescuers to leave her where she was and save themselves. In the end, they'd stolen a board from a cupboard and loaded the injured woman, with her bed linens, onto it. Hestia, seeing an opportunity to distract the lone guard posted to the rear of the building to allow James and Caradoc to get Dorcas out, put on her most alluring, sultry smile and, before James could say 'abracadabra', her tongue was in the guard's ear and her hand was slipping down the man's pants. James was... well... impressed with the speed at which she worked, but they didn't have the luxury of time to hang around and observe Hestia's handiwork (literally), so he hurried out the door and into the darkened hall that, eventually, led to an alley where they could find some sort of transport for themselves and the woman with them.
James had worried himself into an ulcer. To say she looked bad was an understatement of the largest magnitude. He'd never seen someone look as bad as she did and still live. Making matters worse, they'd had to resort to the Knight Bus to get Dorcas back to the safe house (always a precarious situation as one honestly took their life in their hands when traveling that way), covering her and the make-shift stretcher with his Invisibility cloak while they were actually on the bus. Not all the way, of course, but close enough that they could walk, Caradoc levitating her before him and James on guard in case of attack. It took a couple of hours, but they made it, with Hestia rejoining their little group just as they made it back onto the property.
Albus opened the door for them, ushering the trio with their unconscious guest into the house. "How did it go?" he asked immediately, his blue eyes concerned as they peered over his half-moon spectacles. "None of you appear injured, and Miss Meadowes doesn't appear any worse for the wear of her trip."
James sighed, running an agitated hand through his hair as a couple of the other rescued former prisoners caught sight of Dorcas and gasped. One of the women, James couldn't remember her name, took charge and lead the floating stretcher into an empty bedroom on the ground floor. He turned back to Albus after watching for a moment. "Smooth as could be. Any word from Sirius?" The fact that Sirius hadn't come when James owled was bothering him. It wasn't like Sirius to just ignore an owl, not even if he was still angry with James, which James doubted.
Albus shook his head, watching James intently. "No one's seen him in several days, James. But I know Sirius. If he'd received the owl, he'd have come."
James sighed and nodded, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right, Albus."