Before Sirius, still clouded by passion, could react to the boy being suddenly snatched from his arms, a sharp pain struck the bridge of his nose.
The pain pierced through the fog, restoring a fraction of his sanity. Feeling a dampness on his face, Sirius reached up and wiped it away, only to find it was a nosebleed.
Carelessly wiping away the blood with the sleeve of his bathrobe, Sirius prepared to get up.
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