AN: Hey! This is a collaboration. Just so you know, Seymour Konstantin is an OC of ours (a very hot one, mind you) whose soul we took away for ourselves just for the purpose of this story.
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1
An End
"Maybe tonight the great werewolf, Remus Lupin, will finally die," Rodolphus Lestrange sneered. 'Tonight' was the night of the fight at the Department of Mysteries.
When Snape was told of Harry's vision, he immediately alerted the Order. He knew that with whatever Harry inherited from James; Harry would immediately go to the Ministry and attack.
And that's what brought Remus Lupin here—a werewolf who taught DADA at Hogwarts for one year, in the Ministry's Department of Mysteries, fighting Rodolphus Lestrange, a Death Eater.
"No way in hell, Lestrange," Remus growled.
"We'll see about that."
Lestrange and Remus sent an array of curses at each other.
Meanwhile, the others were having their own troubles. Sirius Black was fighting Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus' wife. Hermione was doing Dolohov. Moody was blasting Lucius Malfoy and some masked Death Eater out of his way. They all had full concentration as they fought their own battles—something Remus failed to have when he spared a glance at Tonks.
Tonks was dueling with Yaxley. She was sending lethal curse after lethal curse at Yaxley as she dodged his. Her currently black hair bounced as she dodged them. Her face was flushed from excitement and focus.
She's so beautiful—even in the midst of battle, Remus thought subconsciously.
At the same as this thought, Tonks sent a stunning spell towards Yaxley and it hit him. As he fell, Tonks looked at Remus and her eyes widened. Remus had no time to wonder about what troubled Tonks—he had his own Death Eater to handle.
As he looked back at Lestrange, he noticed something that wasn't there before—a flashing green light rushing his way.
"Get out!" Professor Weltz exclaimed as he sent a grey-haired young man out of his classroom. Professor Weltz was one of the oldest teachers in Durmstrang and he wasn't exactly the most clear-eyed dwarf in Eastern Europe, but that had to be big enough for him to notice.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," the boy replied in a very annoyed tone. He wasn't exactly the one who started the "mess", but he did have a personal "touch" to "it". After all, he was the most infamous mischief maker in Durmstrang. If there was a mess, mischief or whatever, you don't have to think to figure out that he has a hand in the problem.
He was, is, and will always be a trouble-maker. Then again, he wouldn't be doing this if not for all the pressure on his shoulders and the militaristic curriculum of this school. He wanted to get out of there. That's why he's doing this, acting all rebellious and spunky just to get "expelled" so he can just go somewhere that's not Durmstrang.
His plan was foolproof. There can't be a loop hole, right?
The next day, everything was the same routine. Class, friends, scheming, getting caught—the usual. It was getting boring. Not that he cared, really. After all, his plan was working and he can get out of there soon.
The day passed by as he patiently awaited the time of his "freedom".
"Are you serious gonna do it, Sey?" a friend of his asked. The boys could only look at his friend blankly.
"Oh, Okay…" his friend said as he left.
Nighttime came and he had just left Headmaster Karkaroff's office. He was told that he was to be transferred as requested by the teacher's and his own parents. Maybe because the teachers wanted to pass the burden of having the boy within their grounds. The boy thought of how everyone would react. He never really was like this. He always had remarkable grades but he balanced it out with his unbelievable wickedness.
"Whoot," the boy hooted as he gradually underwent a case of hysterics.
He was insanely joyous as he went to Durmstrang's Clock Tower, the highest spot in the area. He saw the Astronomy Club's "viewing" equipment. He schemed a final act before his freedom—a final form of tomfoolery.
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
Sounds of shattered glass and metal hitting metal would be heard throughout the Alma matter. Students and teachers sprang from their beds, some panicking, and some looking for the source.
When the teachers took a look at the site of the incident, they found a bloody body surrounded by metal from telescopes and glass and metal from the windows and the clock itself of the huge Clock Tower.
A teacher checked on the boy's condition and said that he still had a pulse. A faint one, at that.
By morning, the incident's site had all been cleaned up. Curiously, though, when the people cast the repairing spell, nothing happened. Everything that was there were nothing but illusions and the sounds were conjured and made from nothing but modified "firecrackers".
The people of Durmstrang were surprised when they saw the Clock Tower with no damage at all, as the sun gradually revealed the trick that had been pulled on them.
The boy was brought to St. Mungo's, since his parents had connections with the best healers there. He was diagnosed to have undergone a comatose due to excessive damage to the skull and heavy signs of depression. His parents asked for his recovery and survival but the healers said he had very little chance of survival, but they'd do the best they could.
Summer came and it was the end of the school year. The trees at St. Mungo's were already wilting because of the heat. A soul left the world—and a soul looking for a new place rejoined the world.