Disclaimer: Only Cara is mine really
Thanks to:
Vimana Feral: Lol (blushes) well aren't you lovely. I'm glad I could bring you in so, it's amazing how popular this had become, even considering the whole OC thing. And thank you, Cara is definitely one of my more favourite characters I've created.
Passionflower: Oh no, I made you cry. Well, beats making you angry I suppose lol. So here you are an update as an offering.
GryffRavHuffSlythendor: Lmao ah the raunchy scene. Maybe I'll write it, maybe I wont (you're going to have to read further to see there will still be a couple). And I offer a thousand apologies to almost killing you.
Mlilcorbett: Aye, a tad unusual for me but like I said, the plots always been up here (taps head) that I almost feel bad for leading everyone up with a false hope.
Elrohir Lover: (Ducks fruit) lol, sorry! Just read further, go on! But you know...that chocolate IS tempting.
Idril.Tinuviel: Loud and clear dear, loud and clear.
Arigazi: I kind of guessed you might so excuse me as I cower behind you Lmao! Nah, everyone's being ok, you're all more upset then angry (GUILT TRIP LMAO!). But I'm glad I have your faith.
Hp-Azn: Lmao, nice to see you're enjoying yourself over there.
Angel74: You're compliments truly warmed me, thank you so much. I particularly liked how you added the little plea at the end, it was as though you were slipping it in sneakily almost lol.
Beenieweenie: Just me being me. And aye, you're probably right lol.
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Chapter 33 – Autumn Skies
The white walls of the hospital were blinding. The late autumn sun filtered in through the windows casting deep intoning shadows upon patient's faces as they sat in the waiting room, People visiting sick relatives, coming in for check ups, working and not one of them looked up when the main doors burst open. Not one watched as a team of Mediwitches and wizards pushed a hospital cot quickly through the room, a dark fallen angel laying over it deathly pale as his vibrant red life stained the white bandages, his oxygen being forced through a mask and not one looked up as the group of people followed though the doors.
Remus could hear all the commotion around him, the Healer's giving sharp orders to one another as they crashed through another set of double doors. The sound of the frantic movements around the moving cot and the continuous pumps of air being forced down Harry's throat. He could hear Dumbledore arguing with a Healer as he refused entry but despite everything it was the one unmoving figure that rang loud in his ears.
He looked at Cara who had stopped in the centre of the waiting room, arms by his side and tears running down his cheeks.
Silence.
That was all Cara could hear. He could see the movement of the Headmaster's lips as he spoke with an equally silent man. He could see Aurors being treated for wounds as they craned their heads to try see through the doors their Captain had been led to, he could see as a child ran past him in silent laughter as he pretended to make a toy fly.
But other then seeing, all he could hear was silence.
He couldn't hear when Remus grabbed him by the shoulders and began speaking to him. The man's face was straining against tears as he tried to communicate with the stricken werewolf but still Cara did not hear.
Then his heart pumped loudly in his ears, the sensation building up faster and faster until finally he heard it shatter into a thousand pieces so small that they splintered his chest like little pins.
He fell to his knees then as a brilliant sob escaped him.
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"Shit he's losing too much blood!"
Harry could feel hands on his chest pressing down until slowly a numbing sensation ran through his body like metallic liquid. It was soothing to his aching body and the bright lights behind his eyes began to shift into darkness.
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Cara's whole body trembled as he curled further into himself, great soundless sobs shaking his body as he watched his tears land in drops onto his hands. Everything was moving as though in slow motion, the watery tears crashing to the floor where they shattered like glass, their pieces flying in every direction.
He felt like he was crying blood as his life slipped away from him in every chest-heaving intake of breath, every stinging fall of a tear.
He rocked where he was, not feeling when the arms slipped around him like a blanket of warmth. He couldn't make out the words that Remus was saying to him through his own grief.
His Harry was slipping away from him, he could feel it through the bond the two had created together. Suddenly everything about Harry flooded his senses as he thought about this...
Harry laughing, Harry smiling, Harry crying, Harry angry. His beautiful face showing the purest of ecstasies, his burning fire of emerald in anger, his artist's hands running themselves through the werewolf's blonde hair like it was the finest spun silk.
"I can't...I can't..." He sobbed as he buried his face in his trembling hands. He listened vaguely as his laboured hitching breathes were caught in the caverns of his palms and he could feel the dampness of Harry's blood still on his cheeks.
"Cara..." Remus whispered through tears beside him as he pulled the young man to his chest.
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"The peripheral arteries aren't functioning. His veins have shrunken, there's no place for the blood to go."
"Prepare to intubate."
"I'm in! I'll connect him to the respirator!"
"Forceps on his main artery, connect him to the Heart-lung machine."
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Harry felt like he was floating, which was not such a weird thing as he usually did that in his flame form. Was he in his flame form?
He opened his eyes to check but found he wasn't floating, as he believed, but he was actually standing on firm ground...he was standing in the Department of Mysteries.
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Remus returned with two coffees in his hand to sit beside Cara who was now staring at a far window in the waiting room. He sat down with a heavy sigh and slowly handed the hot drink to the blonde who didn't take it straight away until he pulled his gaze away from the bright window.
"Here, drink this." The older man said quietly as he leant back. The blonde held the cup in his hands but he didn't drink it, settling instead for staring back out the transparent glass.
He watched as the maple leaves trickled slowly off the tree in an unseen wind, twirling as the movement caused a whistling sound to filter through the windowpanes. He watched as one premature green leaf fell with an amber maple leaf in an intimate dance causing another tear to roll silently down the curve of his face.
"I'm not strong like you." He finally whispered making Remus jump slightly as he turned to look at the younger man.
"What?" He asked as Cara turned his red rimmed eyes to the man he considered a father.
"I'm not strong like you...If Harry dies...I can't do what you've done." Slowly he turned his face back to the autumn scene before him as Remus gripped his shoulder, resting his forehead against it and wept silently.
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"We're going to have to administer a blood transfusion."
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The animagi gazed round the dark room, looking for anybody...looking for his lover.
"Cara?" He called and his voice echoed off the walls. He cried it again, louder this time but it just made to echo for longer.
He fell to his knees as he felt something constrict within his chest. There was a dull ache as he rested a shaking hand over his eyes. He gritted his teeth before dropping his hand quickly only to be startled once more.
No longer was he in The Ministry of Magic but now he was on top of the remains of Godric Hollow. He stood abruptly as a baby's crying filled the air around him. He could hear the reflections of a man ("His father" He realised) shouting out a curse as though he was miles away, a dulled sound of a hex being cast.
He heard a faint female voice plead to someone to spare her child. A bitter laughter sounded as though like a far away memory and he let out another yell, a tear slipping down his cheek as he begged within his mind for Riddle not to kill his mother this time.
Then he felt a jolt in his stomach similar to a Portkey as he moved once more to stand in a place he did not know.
He stood on top of a circular patch of grass and to his left stood a horizon of brilliant green meadows. On his right was a woodland scene of tall trees dressed in red leaves, a shower of auburn trickling down onto the floor.
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A Healer came out, still decked out in the operation robes causing everyone to jump up.
"He needs a blood transfusion, please someone, tell me your blood type. Mr Potter's B!" She panted as Dumbledore suddenly moved forwards.
"I'm B, please let me help!" He said. Cara watched as the woman led him back through the doors, the aged man looking back once as he and the werewolf locked gazes. Without words Dumbledore had administered an order.
'Don't give up hope yet.'
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The blonde werewolf watched the doors, his gaze unwavering as he waited for someone to come back through.
Suddenly, the silence he had felt earlier had returned. He could hear nothing...until an echoing sound of footsteps remained as the only remainder of civilisation. He looked round and everyone was gone...except for the red haired woman stood not 2 metres away.
She had waist length blood red hair, peridot green eyes and an angelic complexion.
Lily Potter.
She smiled at him as Cara took in a shaky breath. She moved again once more and with a chilling sensation she passed through him.
Just as suddenly as they had left the rest of the world returned but no one noticed the woman moving towards the doors through to Harry's room. And it came to Cara then...
...She'd come to collect Harry.
He turned quickly as he lunged forwards, screaming loudly and fighting frantically against Remus who had now grabbed him tightly.
"No! Don't go to him!" The blonde cried as Remus tried calling his name.
"Don't take him away from me, Lily PLEASE, DON'T TAKE HIM!"
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Harry watched transfixed as slowly a blurred figure moved towards him in the fields of green. Squinting he tried to make the person out better until his eyes widened and he gasped.
Lily stopped about a metre away from Harry's circle of grass and she smiled lovingly at him. She reached a hand out towards him, holding it to him like any mother would do to their child.
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"His heart has stopped."
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Harry slowly reached a hand back towards his mother with tears in his eyes. She smiled brighter and their fingertips brushed against one another's sending a flood of happiness up the animagi's spine.
He was about to take her hand in his when he heard the faint footsteps of someone moving quickly amongst the leaves to his right.
Turning he looked back at the autumn woodland scene and his breath stopped once more.
Cara was almost running as he moved towards his mate, stopping like Lily a metre away. His amber eyes captivated Harry and that beautiful smile once again lit up the werewolf's face. The blonde lifted his hand and held it out to Harry.
"Come home." He whispered gently as he held his hand steady.
The animagi gazed into the gold eyes before him then turned to face his still smiling mum. Another tear slipped down his cheek as he looked at the angel that was his mother.
"I'm sorry, I can't come with you this time." He whispered as the woman smiled and slowly faded into the scenery around her. Turning back to his right Harry lifted his hand and placed it within Cara's warm one. The werewolf smiled and the leaves twirled around behind him, lifting into the air painting the blue horizon red.
Autumn Skies of gold and red.
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Harry slowly blinked as the bright lights blinded him. He could feel a mask over his face as it helped his breath. Sounds of various life supports hummed around him as his pupils began to adjust to the light.
He then felt the tingling sensation of someone's fingertips tickling his palm and stiffly he turned his face until his chest hitched in emotion.
Cara looked down at him with pure, unadulterated love painting the gold irises as he linked their fingers together. With the little strength that he had he squeezed the hand in his lightly.
"I'm home." He croaked through his mask and the werewolf gave a little teary kiss to his forehead.
"You're loved." He said simply as Harry closed his eyes, resting them a little but knowing that this time he would definitely wake up.
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AN Whew, that was emotionally satisfying. Well this still ain't the end, we have an epilogue to get through yet lol. I tried a new method of breaking up the scenes but if they don't work on the actual FFNet screen then I apoligise.
Thanks to:
Vimana Feral: Lol (blushes) well aren't you lovely. I'm glad I could bring you in so, it's amazing how popular this had become, even considering the whole OC thing. And thank you, Cara is definitely one of my more favourite characters I've created.
Passionflower: Oh no, I made you cry. Well, beats making you angry I suppose lol. So here you are an update as an offering.
GryffRavHuffSlythendor: Lmao ah the raunchy scene. Maybe I'll write it, maybe I wont (you're going to have to read further to see there will still be a couple). And I offer a thousand apologies to almost killing you.
Mlilcorbett: Aye, a tad unusual for me but like I said, the plots always been up here (taps head) that I almost feel bad for leading everyone up with a false hope.
Elrohir Lover: (Ducks fruit) lol, sorry! Just read further, go on! But you know...that chocolate IS tempting.
Idril.Tinuviel: Loud and clear dear, loud and clear.
Arigazi: I kind of guessed you might so excuse me as I cower behind you Lmao! Nah, everyone's being ok, you're all more upset then angry (GUILT TRIP LMAO!). But I'm glad I have your faith.
Hp-Azn: Lmao, nice to see you're enjoying yourself over there.
Angel74: You're compliments truly warmed me, thank you so much. I particularly liked how you added the little plea at the end, it was as though you were slipping it in sneakily almost lol.
Beenieweenie: Just me being me. And aye, you're probably right lol.
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Chapter 33 – Autumn Skies
The white walls of the hospital were blinding. The late autumn sun filtered in through the windows casting deep intoning shadows upon patient's faces as they sat in the waiting room, People visiting sick relatives, coming in for check ups, working and not one of them looked up when the main doors burst open. Not one watched as a team of Mediwitches and wizards pushed a hospital cot quickly through the room, a dark fallen angel laying over it deathly pale as his vibrant red life stained the white bandages, his oxygen being forced through a mask and not one looked up as the group of people followed though the doors.
Remus could hear all the commotion around him, the Healer's giving sharp orders to one another as they crashed through another set of double doors. The sound of the frantic movements around the moving cot and the continuous pumps of air being forced down Harry's throat. He could hear Dumbledore arguing with a Healer as he refused entry but despite everything it was the one unmoving figure that rang loud in his ears.
He looked at Cara who had stopped in the centre of the waiting room, arms by his side and tears running down his cheeks.
Silence.
That was all Cara could hear. He could see the movement of the Headmaster's lips as he spoke with an equally silent man. He could see Aurors being treated for wounds as they craned their heads to try see through the doors their Captain had been led to, he could see as a child ran past him in silent laughter as he pretended to make a toy fly.
But other then seeing, all he could hear was silence.
He couldn't hear when Remus grabbed him by the shoulders and began speaking to him. The man's face was straining against tears as he tried to communicate with the stricken werewolf but still Cara did not hear.
Then his heart pumped loudly in his ears, the sensation building up faster and faster until finally he heard it shatter into a thousand pieces so small that they splintered his chest like little pins.
He fell to his knees then as a brilliant sob escaped him.
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"Shit he's losing too much blood!"
Harry could feel hands on his chest pressing down until slowly a numbing sensation ran through his body like metallic liquid. It was soothing to his aching body and the bright lights behind his eyes began to shift into darkness.
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Cara's whole body trembled as he curled further into himself, great soundless sobs shaking his body as he watched his tears land in drops onto his hands. Everything was moving as though in slow motion, the watery tears crashing to the floor where they shattered like glass, their pieces flying in every direction.
He felt like he was crying blood as his life slipped away from him in every chest-heaving intake of breath, every stinging fall of a tear.
He rocked where he was, not feeling when the arms slipped around him like a blanket of warmth. He couldn't make out the words that Remus was saying to him through his own grief.
His Harry was slipping away from him, he could feel it through the bond the two had created together. Suddenly everything about Harry flooded his senses as he thought about this...
Harry laughing, Harry smiling, Harry crying, Harry angry. His beautiful face showing the purest of ecstasies, his burning fire of emerald in anger, his artist's hands running themselves through the werewolf's blonde hair like it was the finest spun silk.
"I can't...I can't..." He sobbed as he buried his face in his trembling hands. He listened vaguely as his laboured hitching breathes were caught in the caverns of his palms and he could feel the dampness of Harry's blood still on his cheeks.
"Cara..." Remus whispered through tears beside him as he pulled the young man to his chest.
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"The peripheral arteries aren't functioning. His veins have shrunken, there's no place for the blood to go."
"Prepare to intubate."
"I'm in! I'll connect him to the respirator!"
"Forceps on his main artery, connect him to the Heart-lung machine."
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Harry felt like he was floating, which was not such a weird thing as he usually did that in his flame form. Was he in his flame form?
He opened his eyes to check but found he wasn't floating, as he believed, but he was actually standing on firm ground...he was standing in the Department of Mysteries.
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Remus returned with two coffees in his hand to sit beside Cara who was now staring at a far window in the waiting room. He sat down with a heavy sigh and slowly handed the hot drink to the blonde who didn't take it straight away until he pulled his gaze away from the bright window.
"Here, drink this." The older man said quietly as he leant back. The blonde held the cup in his hands but he didn't drink it, settling instead for staring back out the transparent glass.
He watched as the maple leaves trickled slowly off the tree in an unseen wind, twirling as the movement caused a whistling sound to filter through the windowpanes. He watched as one premature green leaf fell with an amber maple leaf in an intimate dance causing another tear to roll silently down the curve of his face.
"I'm not strong like you." He finally whispered making Remus jump slightly as he turned to look at the younger man.
"What?" He asked as Cara turned his red rimmed eyes to the man he considered a father.
"I'm not strong like you...If Harry dies...I can't do what you've done." Slowly he turned his face back to the autumn scene before him as Remus gripped his shoulder, resting his forehead against it and wept silently.
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"We're going to have to administer a blood transfusion."
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The animagi gazed round the dark room, looking for anybody...looking for his lover.
"Cara?" He called and his voice echoed off the walls. He cried it again, louder this time but it just made to echo for longer.
He fell to his knees as he felt something constrict within his chest. There was a dull ache as he rested a shaking hand over his eyes. He gritted his teeth before dropping his hand quickly only to be startled once more.
No longer was he in The Ministry of Magic but now he was on top of the remains of Godric Hollow. He stood abruptly as a baby's crying filled the air around him. He could hear the reflections of a man ("His father" He realised) shouting out a curse as though he was miles away, a dulled sound of a hex being cast.
He heard a faint female voice plead to someone to spare her child. A bitter laughter sounded as though like a far away memory and he let out another yell, a tear slipping down his cheek as he begged within his mind for Riddle not to kill his mother this time.
Then he felt a jolt in his stomach similar to a Portkey as he moved once more to stand in a place he did not know.
He stood on top of a circular patch of grass and to his left stood a horizon of brilliant green meadows. On his right was a woodland scene of tall trees dressed in red leaves, a shower of auburn trickling down onto the floor.
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A Healer came out, still decked out in the operation robes causing everyone to jump up.
"He needs a blood transfusion, please someone, tell me your blood type. Mr Potter's B!" She panted as Dumbledore suddenly moved forwards.
"I'm B, please let me help!" He said. Cara watched as the woman led him back through the doors, the aged man looking back once as he and the werewolf locked gazes. Without words Dumbledore had administered an order.
'Don't give up hope yet.'
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The blonde werewolf watched the doors, his gaze unwavering as he waited for someone to come back through.
Suddenly, the silence he had felt earlier had returned. He could hear nothing...until an echoing sound of footsteps remained as the only remainder of civilisation. He looked round and everyone was gone...except for the red haired woman stood not 2 metres away.
She had waist length blood red hair, peridot green eyes and an angelic complexion.
Lily Potter.
She smiled at him as Cara took in a shaky breath. She moved again once more and with a chilling sensation she passed through him.
Just as suddenly as they had left the rest of the world returned but no one noticed the woman moving towards the doors through to Harry's room. And it came to Cara then...
...She'd come to collect Harry.
He turned quickly as he lunged forwards, screaming loudly and fighting frantically against Remus who had now grabbed him tightly.
"No! Don't go to him!" The blonde cried as Remus tried calling his name.
"Don't take him away from me, Lily PLEASE, DON'T TAKE HIM!"
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Harry watched transfixed as slowly a blurred figure moved towards him in the fields of green. Squinting he tried to make the person out better until his eyes widened and he gasped.
Lily stopped about a metre away from Harry's circle of grass and she smiled lovingly at him. She reached a hand out towards him, holding it to him like any mother would do to their child.
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"His heart has stopped."
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Harry slowly reached a hand back towards his mother with tears in his eyes. She smiled brighter and their fingertips brushed against one another's sending a flood of happiness up the animagi's spine.
He was about to take her hand in his when he heard the faint footsteps of someone moving quickly amongst the leaves to his right.
Turning he looked back at the autumn woodland scene and his breath stopped once more.
Cara was almost running as he moved towards his mate, stopping like Lily a metre away. His amber eyes captivated Harry and that beautiful smile once again lit up the werewolf's face. The blonde lifted his hand and held it out to Harry.
"Come home." He whispered gently as he held his hand steady.
The animagi gazed into the gold eyes before him then turned to face his still smiling mum. Another tear slipped down his cheek as he looked at the angel that was his mother.
"I'm sorry, I can't come with you this time." He whispered as the woman smiled and slowly faded into the scenery around her. Turning back to his right Harry lifted his hand and placed it within Cara's warm one. The werewolf smiled and the leaves twirled around behind him, lifting into the air painting the blue horizon red.
Autumn Skies of gold and red.
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Harry slowly blinked as the bright lights blinded him. He could feel a mask over his face as it helped his breath. Sounds of various life supports hummed around him as his pupils began to adjust to the light.
He then felt the tingling sensation of someone's fingertips tickling his palm and stiffly he turned his face until his chest hitched in emotion.
Cara looked down at him with pure, unadulterated love painting the gold irises as he linked their fingers together. With the little strength that he had he squeezed the hand in his lightly.
"I'm home." He croaked through his mask and the werewolf gave a little teary kiss to his forehead.
"You're loved." He said simply as Harry closed his eyes, resting them a little but knowing that this time he would definitely wake up.
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AN Whew, that was emotionally satisfying. Well this still ain't the end, we have an epilogue to get through yet lol. I tried a new method of breaking up the scenes but if they don't work on the actual FFNet screen then I apoligise.