Harry Potter Promise NR.2
When Minerva returned from seeing Poppy back to Hogwarts, she found a rather depressed Sirius waiting for her. Not wanting to find another chair, she simply sat down on the edge of the bed, lightly resting her hand on top of Harry’s free one, mindful of the healing process taking place under the skin. She allowed her stern mask to fall, showing the very real worry she felt for the son of two of her best friends. “Poppy said he’ll be all right,” Sirius spoke first, his voice sounding slightly raspy, and mostly like he was trying to convince himself. Minerva just nodded, and Sirius cleared his throat, before speaking again. “She seemed rather calm, considering she was in the same room as a mass murderer.” Minerva shook her head. “She didn’t require any persuasion …