AN: Yes! To the chapter I've been waiting to write for freaking ever. Okay, I'm not going to ramble on any longer. I'm dying to write this chapter! Oh how I love torturing my characters.
But before I go on, I just want to note for Marshmallow; you'll have to wait and see for what Malfoy does to Kit. All I can say is that, once people find out that the Potters have taken in a muggle born as their own child…well bad things happen thanks to all those dark wizards lurking about.
Ho-hum
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
(Winter Holiday's)
-1976-
Remus was walking with a limp. He wasn't sure why his hip hurt so much, there was no reason for it to hurt like it did. There was also no reason why it hurt for him to breath, there was also no reason for his arm to protest in pain whenever he tried to move it, and there was no reason that he burst in to tears sometimes. His parents were worried, he could tell…and the best way that anyone could explain it was that it might be "werewolf" stuff.
It had been a week since he got home, and no matter how much pain he was in…he was going to go to James. Kit was going to be there and he had to see her. To put his heart at ease. To do something for his foreboding feeling that had settled over him ever since he got home. Gifts were easily tucked into a book bag that he slung over his shoulder before waving good-bye to his parents that were lazing about the kitchen complaining about the ministry (again), with one last thought he grabbed a handful of floo powder and made his way to James.
Mr. And Mrs. Potter were two of the most loveable people that Remus had ever known. They were also two people that Remus figured, everyone liked. They were kind and generous, and usually always pleasant to be around when they weren't working. They greeted him at the fire place with warm smiles and a cup of Hot Chocolate before letting him make his way to his friends in the living room.
Everyone else was there already, James and Lily sat closely together on the sofa and Sirius and Peter were sitting on two fluffy white chairs. The only person missing was Kit. His stomach dropped. They greeted him with smiles and simply suggested that Kit was late because she was most likely coming the muggle way (much like Lily had). Besides James had said, Kit would have sent an owl or something if anything was wrong. Right?
After a half an hour of waiting, Remus couldn't take it anymore. "What if something really is wrong? I mean…ever since the start of the holiday's I felt…off."
"Maybe you're just paranoid? I mean, this is your first time without Kit for a long period of time…" Lily said, trying to be the voice of reason. Remus just shook his head with a groan.
Something WAS wrong. It had to be…didn't it? Finding out that Kit wasn't there just pointed to something being wrong. At first he thought it was just him and his "werewolf stuff" but now…
He could only imagine what was going on with Kit.
"Let's give it another hour okay mate? If she isn't here by then, we'll go to her place." James told him, but there was something in James' voice that made Remus think that he wasn't the only one that thought something was direly wrong now. "You have her address right Moony?"
Remus nodded numbly, and as Mr. And Mrs. Potter wandered in with questioning looks on their faces to the reason all the kids looked so down, Sirius had been the one to explain.
He shut his eyes…Please just let me be paranoid.
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It had been nearly a week since it all began, although Kit couldn't be so sure because all the days seemed so meshed together in her haze filled mind. She was still handcuffed to the kitchen table, the kitchen surrounding her was a mess. Empty beer bottles were smashed against the wall, her blood seemed to be smeared in places on the wall and floor (she really didn't want to remember how it got there). Her father was lazing about eating a sandwich of all things, as he watched her struggle to stay awake for longer then five minutes.
Her magic wasn't helping her much, and even when it did (usually by unlocking her handcuffs) she didn't have the strength to move. Kit was in by far to much pain, she was starving, thirsty, and her vision was filled with spots as she tried to look around the messed room.
She had gave up hope for someone coming to rescue her when her father broke her arm by swinging to hard with the hammer (which seemed to be his new favorite toy). Now, all she wanted to do was die. He didn't seem to care what she wanted though, her father seemed to be having the time of his life. He was all smiles, and kept trying to joke with her as he beat her into unconscious because the pain was to much to bare.
Her nose had bled early on, and now she seemed to be coughing up blood which ran down her chin and neck, drying rather uncomfortably. When she breathed in, it felt like she was drowning because of the blood that choked up her lungs. Kit was fairly certain that one last blow would finish her off, and that's what she was praying for. Just one last blow to the head, or to the chest, hell even the stomach…just something to bring on that onslaught of pain so she'd fall into the peaceful bliss of nothingness.
She was still in her Hogwarts uniform too, her white shirt was honestly now a crimson color from the blood that had slowly poured out of her the past few days. There were bruises, dark and angry looking that covered her pale legs that stuck out from the torn skirt she wore. She struggled to take a deep breath in, her chest aching with pain, so much so, that it brought tears to her eyes.
Her father upon finishing his sandwich tossed the dish he had been using into the sink, the shattering sound it made, had Kit cringing in pain. It might not have been loud to normal people, but then again normal people weren't tied up to the kitchen table, hanging onto life by a string. Her father gave a sigh, watching him with fuzzy vision she could see him pick up the hammer (which was now stained with her blood) and approach her.
"Well, I think I've had my fun…" He said, his voice low and dangerous as he wrapped his hand around her left shoulder. The way his hand pressed into her shoulder causing a whimper to come out of her mouth, along with even more sticky red blood. "Might as well finish you off…not as fun when you don't fight back Nibblet."
Kit let her eyes shut, trying hard not to think about the pain she was already in and then the pain that she would be in as soon as that hammer came down on her. As the hammer struck her back in her left shoulder blade with a sickening crack that would have made her scream out in pain (if she had the strength left to that is). All that came out from her mouth was a high pitched squeal and whimper, that caused her whole body to shake in pain.
There was pain everywhere, and as she opened her eyes partway she could see him mid swing…this would be it…she'd be dead…she was going to die…
The doorbell rang. The buzzing sound interrupting her thoughts as her father dropped the hammer down onto the table. He cursed slightly, and Kit watched his form head out of the Kitchen. She spat out more blood, and prayed that it was someone who would know something was wrong…a cop or a neighbor…someone…anyone.
"Hullo sir, we're looking for Kit." She heard, drift into the Kitchen and her eyes watered in joy. It was Remus…oh sweet Merlin it was Remus.
Please…
She struggled to bring a breath into her lungs, this was her last chance…she knew it.
Please Remus…I'm scared…please…
Kit's mouth opened and closed, a look of struggle on her face as she tried to get something out of her mouth…anything…if she could only call out to him! Her voice had worn out from screaming, her voice couldn't get out because of all the blood. She could only sit there and try her hardest to make a sound…
Tears fell down her face…
Please…don't let me die…please help me…please…please I don't want to die…not by him…please…it hurts! Please!
PLEASE!
Help me.
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When it was safe to say that Kit most likely wasn't going to come, Mr. Potter had been the one to take Remus to Kit's. The others wanted to come as well, but there was no way that he could take them all. So the other's waited at the Potter's home, and Mr. Potter easily apperated with Remus to Kit's home.
It was easy to see that her home wasn't in the greatest part of London, there were people milling about outside in the cold snowy day (obviously homeless people), and there was trash in the street. This would be the area that most people referred to as the "London Slums".
They carefully stepped up the icy steps of Kit's two story house that was set between two other houses in a row-house type fashion. Remus took a moment to look up at Mr. Potter before ringing he doorbell.
"Thanks, I know that I might just be paranoid…but…"
"I know what you mean, when it comes to love you can't help but make sure that she's okay." Mr. Potter said, nodding in understanding.
Remus gave a small grin, obvious that he was still worried to death as he pressed his finger to the doorbell.
The man that answered the door caught Mr. Potter and Remus off-guard, for Mr. Potter it was the fact that Kit's father looked so young. This man standing in front of him was easily fifteen years younger then Mr. Potter himself. For Remus, what caught him off guard was the fact that Kit's father didn't look as pleasant as he did at the train station.
"Hullo sir, we're looking for Kit." Remus said, as strongly as he could without giving away his worry in his voice.
Although, for Remus…something interesting happened. His heart gave a jolt, it felt like it was on fire, burning with the simple fact that…
Something was…VERY wrong. "She's not here right now." Was the gruff reply from Kit's father. Mr. Potter let his hand rest on Remus's shoulder for a moment obviously trying to make the boy feel better. Remus however, didn't think that the curly haired man in front of him was telling the truth. In fact, he knew deep down in his heart that this man…was evil.
Pure evil.
It shocked Mr. Potter when Remus stuck his arm out and sent a solid punch towards Kit's fathers face. In the sudden momentum of the punch, Kit's father fell to the floor and Mr. Potter started to ask Remus what was wrong when Remus suddenly tore into the house like a mad man. The only answer he gave to Mr. Potter was that he KNEW something was wrong.
He finally figured out why he hurt so bad…why he cried…why everything in his life at current moment felt so wrong. It was Kit. These weren't his emotions they were her's.
She was the one in pain…she was the one that cried during the night…
When he made it down the hallway and into the Kitchen his blood ran cold. There were broken bottles everywhere, there was blood everywhere, and sitting in the middle of it next to (or rather attached to) a round oak table was his Kitten.
She was still in her Hogwarts uniform (which meant that she had been there since the holiday's started), and there was blood everywhere, her arm hung at an odd angle from where it was cuffed to the table, and oddly enough there was what looked like a screwdriver stabbed into her hip. He blinked. And suddenly felt someone bump into him.
He turned to see Mr. Potter with his eyes wide and glued to the sight in front of them. His mouth kept opening and closing and it looked like he was getting angrier by the second (which was odd enough because he had never seen this man angry).
"You can't go back there--" Kit's father ordered from somewhere behind them. And before Mr. Potter could stop Remus, before even Remus could stop himself…
He was just so angry…it was quite obvious that Kit was in so much pain because of her father. So, Remus did the most logical thing he could think of at that very moment.
He attacked the man.
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AN: Ooh, another cliff-hanger. Well not really…but yay Remus found Kit!
Cried while writing this chapter. Blah.
Toodles.