Movement was difficult, though, and not in the way it usually was following a stunning spell or an impediment jinx it felt like he was trying to move through honey or glue, like the air was a sticky, resistant mass that pushed against him on all sides. Not only that, but his chest didn't hurt at all. Sirius tried to move, and found to his surprise that he could. How much longer did he have to lie here? Maybe Moony was angry with him for risking himself like that, and was going to let the curse wear off on its own.
It was odd that no-one had come over yet. Harry? Then the sound of running footsteps, fading. He was sure to be scolded something awful for letting himself get taken down like that, but damn, it had felt good to taunt Bella. The sounds of battle seemed to have died away, in fact: someone would be over any second to check he was alright. He couldn't move, of course - a stunner to the chest will do that for you - but since Bellatrix didn't come charging around the archway to finish him off, he had to assume that she had been taken care of. Sirius lay on his back, staring at the blackened ceiling of the Death Chamber, and wondered absently why it hadn't hurt. That was after his head had cleared, the world had stopped spinning, and he could hear the sounds around him again. Strangely enough, the only thing that struck him as odd to start with was that he felt no pain when he hit the ground.
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