The Healer
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morgynleriTitle: The Healer
Fandoms: Harry Potter and Stargate: SG1
Status: In progress
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG13
Wallpapers: On Darth Duckie Nest
Prologue
Sirius first became aware of the murmur of voices, the language familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The cadance was soothing, like a mother singing a lullabye to calm a fretful baby. He tried to identify the voice, tried to figure out where he might be from the sounds around him. But there was nothing beyond the sound of the voices that followed him into the darkness of rest once more, brightening his dreams.
The next time he became aware of sensations. Linen sheets against his skin, the surface beneath him giving slightly under his weight. No robes, no clothing at all wrapped around him, and no wand's smooth wood under his hand. He tried to lift a hand to search for it, but his body refused to respond, dragging him back into sleep again.
When he woke again, he pried his eyes open with an effort, looking around at the room where he was. Walls of mud-plastered wicker rose to a thatched roof with a central smoke hole. No fire smoldered in the fire-pit at the moment, and sunlight filtered through the opening to dimly light the interior of the cottage.
He struggled to sit up, turning to rest his feet on the floor. He could see another platform like the one he slept on across the fire-pit, unoccupied except for the furs and woven blankets of the bed itself. A chest sat at the end of each platform, and Sirius crawled towards the one nearest him, cursing the weakness that invaded his muscles. He had to find his wand, and some clothes.
"Oh!" The startled sound from the doorway, and the change in light alerted Sirius to the new arrival, and he tried to turn to look, only to roll himself to the floor with a yelp of pain.
"You shouldn't be trying to get up yet." Footsteps hurried to his side, a young woman coming into view, and reaching down to offer him a hand to help. "The healer says you're not ready to get up yet. She says it's a gift of the ancient ones that you're even alive."
Sirius grimaced as she helped him back onto the sleeping platform, tucking the blankets around him. "Where am I?"
The young woman smiled, settling onto her knees next to the sleeping platform. "You are in the home of the healer. She found you at Brid's Hearth, and brought you back."
"How long?" His voice sounded rough, and he swallowed. "Water?"
She nodded, going to the door, and bringing back a wooden bowl full of water. Sirius struggled to sit up, grateful for her supporting arm as he took the bowl to drink. Once it was empty, he looked over at her, and asked again how long he'd been here.
"It has been seven nights since the healer brought you back. She did not expect that you would wake yet. You are stronger than you look, stranger."
"Sirius." At her puzzled frown, he added, "My name. Sirius."
"Oh. It is an odd name. My name is Máirín." She paused, fiddling with the empty bowl a moment. "You should sleep some more. The healer says you need to rest in order to recover the strength that the healing took from you."
"Took from me?" Sirius frowned, puzzled.
"Yes. The healing takes both from the healer and the one she heals. It is why I say you are stronger than you look, Sirius." She started for the door, turning to look back at him when he called for her to wait.
"Where is my wand?"
"Wand?" Máirín gave him a confused look. "I do not understand. You had nothing when the healer found you at Brid's Hearth. Not even a cloth to cover your most intimate parts." She blushed slightly. "I must go, the healer will expect me." She stopped at the door to pick up a bag, hurrying out with it draped over her shoulder.
Fandoms: Harry Potter and Stargate: SG1
Status: In progress
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG13
Wallpapers: On Darth Duckie Nest
Sirius first became aware of the murmur of voices, the language familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The cadance was soothing, like a mother singing a lullabye to calm a fretful baby. He tried to identify the voice, tried to figure out where he might be from the sounds around him. But there was nothing beyond the sound of the voices that followed him into the darkness of rest once more, brightening his dreams.
The next time he became aware of sensations. Linen sheets against his skin, the surface beneath him giving slightly under his weight. No robes, no clothing at all wrapped around him, and no wand's smooth wood under his hand. He tried to lift a hand to search for it, but his body refused to respond, dragging him back into sleep again.
When he woke again, he pried his eyes open with an effort, looking around at the room where he was. Walls of mud-plastered wicker rose to a thatched roof with a central smoke hole. No fire smoldered in the fire-pit at the moment, and sunlight filtered through the opening to dimly light the interior of the cottage.
He struggled to sit up, turning to rest his feet on the floor. He could see another platform like the one he slept on across the fire-pit, unoccupied except for the furs and woven blankets of the bed itself. A chest sat at the end of each platform, and Sirius crawled towards the one nearest him, cursing the weakness that invaded his muscles. He had to find his wand, and some clothes.
"Oh!" The startled sound from the doorway, and the change in light alerted Sirius to the new arrival, and he tried to turn to look, only to roll himself to the floor with a yelp of pain.
"You shouldn't be trying to get up yet." Footsteps hurried to his side, a young woman coming into view, and reaching down to offer him a hand to help. "The healer says you're not ready to get up yet. She says it's a gift of the ancient ones that you're even alive."
Sirius grimaced as she helped him back onto the sleeping platform, tucking the blankets around him. "Where am I?"
The young woman smiled, settling onto her knees next to the sleeping platform. "You are in the home of the healer. She found you at Brid's Hearth, and brought you back."
"How long?" His voice sounded rough, and he swallowed. "Water?"
She nodded, going to the door, and bringing back a wooden bowl full of water. Sirius struggled to sit up, grateful for her supporting arm as he took the bowl to drink. Once it was empty, he looked over at her, and asked again how long he'd been here.
"It has been seven nights since the healer brought you back. She did not expect that you would wake yet. You are stronger than you look, stranger."
"Sirius." At her puzzled frown, he added, "My name. Sirius."
"Oh. It is an odd name. My name is Máirín." She paused, fiddling with the empty bowl a moment. "You should sleep some more. The healer says you need to rest in order to recover the strength that the healing took from you."
"Took from me?" Sirius frowned, puzzled.
"Yes. The healing takes both from the healer and the one she heals. It is why I say you are stronger than you look, Sirius." She started for the door, turning to look back at him when he called for her to wait.
"Where is my wand?"
"Wand?" Máirín gave him a confused look. "I do not understand. You had nothing when the healer found you at Brid's Hearth. Not even a cloth to cover your most intimate parts." She blushed slightly. "I must go, the healer will expect me." She stopped at the door to pick up a bag, hurrying out with it draped over her shoulder.
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