Ok, so after months and months of nothing, here I am! It's holidays, and I wanted to write, so I was going through some of my old documents and I found this unfinished story that I had started ages ago (which often happens mind you) and decided to finish it. It's really absurd, hence the title, and I think it's kind of a PWP, but oh well, I hope it entertains you at least in the slightest if nothing else.
Mystical Dreams
The Absurd
There was a loud bang and a shake as the door to 12 Grimmauld Place slammed shut after one fiery pink haired witch who stomped so angrily up the stairs that the floor was in danger of falling from underneath her, and the rickety staircase gave groans of protest. She strut up to the second floor and along the hallway until she reached another door which clearly read 'Tonks' and flung it open to slam it shut behind her once more.
Remus Lupin, who had been lying sulkily on his bed jumped at the sudden noise and movement, and poked his head outside his door just in time to see the one next to him give a loud BANG! And close. This was followed by a series of crashes, booms, bangs and the sound of glass shattering.
Curiously, but carefully, he approached the door and knocked.
The noise however, continued, this time even louder, and the shouts from inside became more vigorous.
Remus opened the door, and swiftly ducked down to the floor just as a sharp glass object flew over his head and shattered a couple of metres away from where he was crouching.
"What tha…?"
The sight that lay before him was enough to rival a garbage tip; there were clothes strewn across every piece of furniture, picture frames smashed in tiny pieces scattered upon the floor, the single bed that occupied most of the room was broken in two and thrown up against the wall and the wooden dresser was practically in splinters, and there, in the centre of it all, was a tall witch with scraggly cut black hair and eyes that shone like beacons in fury, power practically vibrating from her magical figure.
"Tonks what the hell are you doing!" Remus yelled over the noise as she gushed another coloured object at the wall with her wand.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she shouted spitefully, "planting daisies?"
"You're making a hell of a racket!" Remus shouted back.
"Well bright one for you Lupin! Maybe that's the whole fucking point!" she screamed as she blew a lamp to piece with one foul swoop.
"Why!" Remus yelled back.
"Because this whole bloody world is fucked up! It might as well not even exist! All that ever happens is people fight, people get killed, and then people suffer! And then others are left to finish off their dirty work and mourn painfully over their death!" she cried, "And I'm sick of it! I despise it!"
"Well Tonks I think that's pretty much everyone's outlook on the world today, but no matter how much screaming you do, and how many things you break, its not going to change anything."
"Does it look like I care!" she shot at him, "At the moment I'll do as much screaming and shouting as I want," she said icily, before going back to her former destruction.
"Well do you think that if you're pissed off you could do it quietly, I'm kind of busy hating the world myself!" Remus yelled back, his temper rising at Tonks' absolute ignorance to reason.
"No!" she screeched, "I'll do whatever I want, no one else seems to care about anyone else's opinions around here, so why should I?"
"Because you're not just anyone else! And you don't have a right to be pissed off!"
What the hell was Remus saying! He wasn't thinking, words were just flowing out his mouth now as the bottled up anger and depression that had plagued his mind ever since Sirius' death came pouring out.
"So you have a right to lock yourself in your room and sulk all summer long! You're such a hypocrite! You're the one that hasn't thought about how anyone else is feeling!"
By now they were both standing so close to one another there was only an inch of space between their noses, and both of them were extremely red in the face and sparks were emitting from both of their wands which they were gripping tightly.
"You don't know a thing about what I've been through you haneous prig!"
"Well you don't know squat about my life either you hypocritical bastard!"
And that's when the wands started flashing, curses were rebounding off the walls, the air was thick with smoke and bright light, and they were both moving along the hallway, screeching at each other through jinxes, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.
They didn't know what they were doing, they were simply following instinct, burning off the anger that had swelled inside them till bursting point and taking it out on whatever stood in their path, and at the moment, the most prominent of that being one another.
Through the lounge room, up the hall, into the dark study and down the stairs to the main entrance they flew, like bolts of lightening bursting and striking every object with blinding sparks of sheer power.
Remus ducked, sprang, leapt and lunged, pure hatred for everything, everyone, the whole world in general, running through his veins, pushing him on with great jolts, venting his anger and despair and grief. He didn't care what he was doing, he didn't care about anything, the only thing on his mind was the pain and suffering put towards him by Voldemort, and nothing, no one could be more of an enemy to him than Voldemort.
After another bout of destruction in the kitchen; when the pots and pans had been flung off every one of the four walls and discarded packets of food, caught up in the fray were scattered all over the floor, the curses started to die down, the yelling came out at larger spaced intervals, and the magic and dust in the air started to settle. Finally, utterly exhausted from their emotional outbursts, both slumped down beside the upturned benches and lay their wands at rest beside them. Tonks sported several great scratches and cuts across her face, and Remus' robes were much more tattered and torn then usual, not to mention the fact that there was clearly a huge bruise welting on his forehead. Both puffed with the exertion used from their duel, but didn't say anything, too tired to even utter words of spite. They were calming down.
Then suddenly, out of the blue, as Remus looked around him, taking in the destruction they had caused, so overwhelmed with the powering emotions that had made him act so incredibly irrationally, he laughed. Disbelieving; incomprehensible laughter that filled his bursting lungs. And then there was another raucous voice that joined his, out of control and completely absurd laughter.
And they both laughed until they could laugh no more.
So, pathetic eh? Yeah, I didn't think it was that good, I'm really rusty, but review anyways!
Mystical Dreams
