Innocent4
Note: Yes I know another short part but you try writing things for 10 fandoms and see how your muses fare...
They'd been at it for hours now, questioning him. Torturing would probably have been a better choice of words, though.
Remus was limp in the chair , held up by one of Macnair's lackeys. Blood matted the honey hair on his head and his entire body was wracked with pain.
"I ask you again, Werewolf. Where is Sirius Black?!" Fudge snarled.
"Are you trying to scare me? Because I assure you, it is not working." Remus answered coolly.
"I'll have the entire wizarding world against you for the rest of your life..."
"Too late. That happened when that werewolf bit me." Remus retorted "I'm the last Marauder, Macnair. I'm a wolf. I'm highly intelligent. How you can expect me to break so easily I don't know." Remus spat sarcastic+ly. It was the first show of any emotion he'd shown since the questioning began. He was breathing heavily, a response to his injuries, and glaring at the death-eater with every ounce of his being.
Later that night and Remus had been left in a stinking cell in the middle of Azkaban. He was bleeding from many injuries and was mortally tired. But he felt better because he knew Sirius was safe. God he loved Sirius so much...He just wished that he could tell Sirius this. No. He couldn't tell him. Ever. No one could Love a Wearwolf. This thought kept him company all through the night after the dementor had walked by and the screaming began. No one could love a wearwolf....
Note: Yes I know another short part but you try writing things for 10 fandoms and see how your muses fare...
They'd been at it for hours now, questioning him. Torturing would probably have been a better choice of words, though.
Remus was limp in the chair , held up by one of Macnair's lackeys. Blood matted the honey hair on his head and his entire body was wracked with pain.
"I ask you again, Werewolf. Where is Sirius Black?!" Fudge snarled.
"Are you trying to scare me? Because I assure you, it is not working." Remus answered coolly.
"I'll have the entire wizarding world against you for the rest of your life..."
"Too late. That happened when that werewolf bit me." Remus retorted "I'm the last Marauder, Macnair. I'm a wolf. I'm highly intelligent. How you can expect me to break so easily I don't know." Remus spat sarcastic+ly. It was the first show of any emotion he'd shown since the questioning began. He was breathing heavily, a response to his injuries, and glaring at the death-eater with every ounce of his being.
Later that night and Remus had been left in a stinking cell in the middle of Azkaban. He was bleeding from many injuries and was mortally tired. But he felt better because he knew Sirius was safe. God he loved Sirius so much...He just wished that he could tell Sirius this. No. He couldn't tell him. Ever. No one could Love a Wearwolf. This thought kept him company all through the night after the dementor had walked by and the screaming began. No one could love a wearwolf....