A/N : Thanks to Xia and TiniTinuviel for the reviews. Since you've been asking for it, I've been about the story and here goes the sequel. I hope you'll enjoy it :)
Disclaimer : I still don't own harry Potter and co, and I'm glad Rowling does since I love her stories.
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1. Escape
Sometimes I dream. Not tonight though. Tonight I turn on the cold floor, restless. Everytime I close my eyes, I see you. Your grey eyes are sad, almost reproachful and I can see your lifeless lips moving. I can't hear you, but I still know what you're saying. You're urging me to escape. Maybe I should. If I stay here, this will never end. I've already been his prisoner for months, and it may be years before he finally kills me.
Yes, escape sounds good. Then I can die when I'm free, or I'll die trying to get away from here. It's not like I have anything else to lose.
I close my eyes again, but you're gone. I have no time to wonder why, the sleep I couldn't find earlier suddenly claims me.
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It seems to me that I just fell asleep when I'm roughly shaken awake. My scar is not hurting, it's not Voldemort, but rather some Deatheaters who want to have fun. Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes to be greeted by the face of your father. The two of you are so alike it hurts me to simply see him, but you never were as cruel as he is. He looks at me with hate and resentment, he still holds me responsible for your death. I won't even try to tell him that his precious Dark Lord is the one he should blame. Like he'd listen to me.
Uh... Your father was saying something. And now he's angry I wasn't listening. I don't really care about it, but I listen nonetheless. They're moving me. I don't bother asking why and they don't explain. I get up, my tired legs barely able to carry me. I nearly swear. How I am supposed to escape when I can hardly move ?
Well, I don't have time to think about it. They drag me away from my cell, then through cold stone corridors. Slowly, students start to appear as we're leaving the dungeons. Wait. Students ? I was kept in a school all this time and I never noticed ? No, wrong question. What the hell is Voldemort doing in a school ?
They look at me, curious. Did they know I was here ? Probably, considering the laughs I hear. I don't recognise the faces. This is not Hogwarth. Of course, it's still Dumbledore's school. I don't tink Beauxbâtons would ressemble this, even if it were taken over by the Deatheaters. Must be Durmstrang, then. In that case, knowing where I was wouldn't have made any difference, I guess. No one there would have helped me.
Half carried, half dragged, I'm finally outside. The light is blinding. I stumble, still held by the arms. My bare feet are suddenly cold and wet. Snow ? No wonder I can't see a thing. Everything around me is white. As white as your skin, I briefly think with a stab of pain to my heart. I keep my eyes closed, knowing that escaping now would be useless. Then I feel the familiar tug at my navel. A portkey.
The landing is as difficult as usual, and of course it's not helped by my current state of utter weakness and near blindness. Strange. People are screaming around me. I'm thrown to the ground where I stay for a while. Finally gaining my sight back, I take a look around.
The Deatheaters are under attack. No need to know anything else. I slowly crawl away from them, unnoticed in the chaos. I don't know where I am, except that there's a thicket not far from me. I curl up under the bushes, hoping the others will leave and forget me.
The Deatheaters finally Disappear, but the others are still here. I see an old robe stopping in front of my bushes, then the wizard kneel down and look at me. A face I almost forgot.
"R-remus ?"
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A/N : since I'm writing this without any real plot, I have no idea when I'll write the next chapter. Don't expect it to soon (plus my holidays will start next week end and I want to use the time to work on my novel)