the_debt_of_time

"Jamie, I need to borrow the cloak for.. ." Mia began as she entered the boys'
room, but the rest of her sentence became stuck in her mouth as she scanned the scene in
front of her, shocked.
The dorm room looked like someone had attacked it with several Blasting Hexes.
There were large punctures in the stone wall, resulting in crumbled rocks and dust piled on
the floor. The curtains around at least two beds were torn completely from the posters.
One of the mattresses had been upended, and it had a long gash down the middle with
feathers and fluff billowing out of it. A strangely unfamiliar chill blew across the room as
a breeze slipped in through the broken window in the corner. Long claw and scuff marks
scratched the floor at her feet where she could also see drops of blood.
"What in the name of Merlin happened in here?"
"These two... two fuckers had sex with m'sister," James slurred from the corner of
the room. "That's what bloody well happened."
She turned and looked at her brother, who was sitting on the floor with his wand
held upright. In the other hand was a half-empty bottle of firewhisky, from which he
struggled to take a drink. James looked angry and rumpled, but otherwise healthy and intact.
Mia followed his glare across the room where Sirius and Remus sat, their backs against the
stone wall.
They looked distinctively worse.
She attempted to rush to their sides, pulling out her wand to check them over, but
Remus held up a hand, silently pleading with her to stay exactly where she was. The way
James levelled his wand up a little higher told her exactly why it would not be prudent to
get closer to the other two boys.
Remus looked exhausted and guilty, holding one hand over his ribs through his
ripped, blood-soaked jumper. He was also sporting a very lovely shade of red alongside his
right eye that—without the werewolf healing factor—could turn purple by tomorrow
morning.
Sirius was much worse off. His lip had been split clean open, and the right sleeve
of his white shirt was soaked in blood. Mia frowned at the sight of it, instinctively stepping
forward to help once more, only to have Sirius be the one to try and keep her back.
"Kitten, it might be best if you stay away for the moment. He's not exactly in the
right state of mind.. ." Sirius gestured to James. "At least the firewhisky has made it harder