I'm actually so happy with how this turned out. :)
Sev's POV
I couldn't feel. Nothing at all. I couldn't hear. I could barely see. I was so angry. Angry that it'd happened. Angry that Dumbledore hadn't stopped it when I had asked him to. Angry that I was here and not there to help. Angry at the barkeeper for serving him again and again. But I was sad too. Sad that I'd predicted this would happen. Sad that no one had listened. She hadn't listened.
I was currently in the potions lab. I was throwing tables and chairs. The rubble lay around my feet but I couldn't stop. It gave me a grim sort of pleasure to see and hear something breaking like this. It helped because I was breaking. I'd never be whole again. Not now. Not after this. I knew that in the morning, although it'd hurt even more than it does now, I'd regret my rash actions. I'd regret destroying the only room I've ever felt comfortable in.
As this thought sunk in I screamed. I screamed for all the hardships she'd gotten me through. I screamed for all the pain I know she took for me, everything she protected me from, for as long as she could. I screamed for the unfairness of it all. I screamed for the fact she'd never meet my mate or our children. But mostly I screamed because she was gone.
I renewed my smashing activity with even more vigour. I wanted this room to be as broken as I now felt. After a while I stopped. I put my head down slowly. My chest was heaving and my breathing was laboured. Tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls and my shoulders shook. But I made no sound. No that wasn't allowed. He'd win if I did. That was always his rule. No noise and it won't be as bad. But it was already as bad as it could be.
Suddenly I heard a voice. It seemed so far away from where I was. It didn't seem real.
'Sev…'
I whipped round as fast as possible. My eyes felt fuzzy and it took a long time for them to focus on the shape that was Remus. I walked swiftly towards him and pulled him to a rough kiss. He struggled where I held his arms to his sides. I let go and growled,
'Mate with me. Tonight. Now.'
He looked confused and then, was that fright? No it can't be. I wouldn't have frightened him.
'N-no Sev. You're not in the right frame of mind, you know you're not.' He said, a little more confidently than I saw he felt.
I growled, 'I'm in charge here!' and I grabbed his chin hard.
I heard him wince, 'Please Sev, you're hurting me,' he whimpered.
All of a sudden I got a flashback.
_FLASHBACK_
I was hiding behind the big wooden door of our dining room, peering round it. I don't think I've ever been as frightened. I was about 4/5, I couldn't remember. There in the room were my parents. My father, a tall angry looking man with a balding head stood swaying on the spot. Standing a bit away from him, shaking slightly was my mother. She was smaller than him. She was my favourite. She made the pretty things dance with her hands and a stick. She could do things without moving. It was brilliant!
I was knocked out of my stupor when I heard my father's footsteps moving. I watched what he was doing. He stormed up to my mother and grabbed her chin harshly. I could see his nails digging into her perfect pale skin. They made red grooves in, marring it in an ugly way.
'Please Tobias, you're hurting me' she whimpered.
My father laughed harshly and spat in her face.
'Let this be a lesson to you then. Do not embarrass me again in front of my friends! I'm in charge of you and your freak of a son so you better do as I say you stupid wench.' He growled.
My hands balled up into fists. I was so angry. Her face had started to bleed and he leant forward and licked the blood. All of a sudden something dark blue left my hands and hit him in the back. He let go of her and slid to the floor unconscious. I ran over to her and hugged her. I could smell the stale alcohol coming from my father but paid it no mind as I stroked my mother's face.
That was my first episode of accidental magic.
-END FLASHBACK-
I suddenly let go of Remus. I crumpled down to the ground. I was just like him. Remus had better leave while he could. And yet he sat down beside me and pulled me towards his chest. He rubbed my back as I cried more than a decade's worth of tears onto his shirt.
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