"Those sentimental saps need something for themselves." Harry coughed again, leaning forward as he hacked up some bloody phlegm into the tissue Hartley gave him earlier. Remus winced but tried to hide it, knowing that they had to keep things upbeat. God, Harry could be dead tomorrow and he could do nothing. For him or himself. It was so weird.

"Give me a sneak peek." Harry said finally voice raspy and horrible as he lay back in bed and looking up at Sirius, smiling sadly. "It's my make-a-wish. Shirtless Sirius."

Well, his wish was Hartley and him retiring somewhere nice and never being stressed again but that seemed impossible so he'd take this.