Characters: Hemingway Lovell, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Date: August 29th, 1999 (after the battle) Location: Eastern Apotecarie, Brighton Rating: R for Hemingway Summary: Sirius takes Remus to the only person he knows who can help him out after the fight. Status: Complete
Hemingway Lovell worked a lot of late nights in his shops, going back and forth between the apothecary in Brighton and the one in London. He had given Melinda off for the evening so he could work on bottling up some new things and doing an inventory, deciding that she needed a break and to see her family some more. It was simply fate that dictated his being alone when Sirius and Remus appeared outside the door, Sirius yelling for help because he couldn't hold on to Remus and get the door at the same time.
In the middle of counting out pounds of dragon scales, Hemingway didn't immediately catch on to the screaming. He assumed some muggle child had probably done something they shouldn't have done, like got hit by a car or fell out of a tree. After a moment, however, he came to realize that the person was not only yelling and carrying on, but that they were yelling out his name frantically. That caught his attention a bit more and he made his way to the door, peering out before unlocking it.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He snapped, taking in Sirius' appearance before his eyes fell to Remus. Breathing in deeply, his sensitive nosed picked up a horrifyingly familiar smell and he stepped back quickly, realizing that the situation as severe and probably had called for such screaming. "Hurry up, get him inside! What happened?"
Picking Remus up (which was not as easy as he wanted to make it seem, because Remus was not small by any means), Sirius staggered inside with him and laid him out on the floor while Hemingway locked the door and pulled the shades. He ran through a cliff-notes version of what had gone on, making sure that the other werewolf knew that a silver blade had been used on Remus. That elicited a snarl from Hemingway, who knelt down to examine the injuries.
Taking it all in, Hemingway made a grim looking face and bounced back up, hurrying into the back to wash his hands. "You did good, bringing him here. I can treat this, and you got him here in time before it can poison his system. You look worse for the wear yourself, come to that. I hope the other side came out looking just as bad or worse!"