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Author note (and one of the only AN at the start of the Chapter.)
Previously, in Nightmare of Midnight:
Life is unpredictable. Some people never have any horrible situations in their life, and they die bored, unimpressed. And then, there are those that had a life of problems, never getting to live alright.
Its it possible to be broken twice?
"He will be alright, Flame. You will see," Wind said softly. "We will all be."
"We don´t even know what Riddle did to him!" Flame finally exploded. "We asked Charles; you know he said he didn´t catch what the curse was! And then, all the Midnights are fighting among them – and don´t say they have been fighting for always!" she added when she saw Wind open her mouth. "This is different. We need Nightmare."
Bagman's whistle blew in the distance for the third time. All the champions were now inside.
"Yes?" everyone asked impatiently.
"We found out what happened to Nightmare."
"Stop bothering me, Voldemort!" he exclaimed, struggling in his bonds. "I. WILL. NOT. HELP. YOU!"
"W-we sh-shall s-see," Wormtail said. "Just... N-now!"
Charles stopped struggling and blinked in shock.
There, in the middle of the Cementery, was none other than Nightmare of Midnight.
Ok, I soo wanted to do that! Anyway, to the chapter!
Chapter 11.- Recovery.
"So, what happened to him?" asked Blade worryingly. Some of the Midnights shifted nervously – but yet excitedly – in their feet. They had gone over Charles memories, to know what exactly had happened to their fearless leader, and what they found had bothered them terribly.
"We have checked Charles´s memories." started Shade, and the Lightnings noticed he had been one only Midnight not completely shaken off – and that preoccupied them terribly.
Charles´s unasked question of why his brother was there, was answered when Voldemort spoke.
"Ah, I see you have received my note," Charles noticed that he didn´t seem scared, nor surprised at the sight of the powerful teen, but rather, the Dark Lord seemed almost – smug.
Nightmare turned his gaze towards the Boy-Who-Lived, and Charles was stunned to see the panic so clearly written on the emerald orbs.
The elemental then turned his gaze towards the Dark Lord and Pettigrew, and nodded his head slightly, hands shaking from rage, and eyes cold, terrifying. Charles couldn´t stop a shudder at the sight of that coldness, and was really grateful it wasn't directed at him.
"Yes, I have come," the green-eyed teen said coolly. "Let him go."
Voldemort cackled with laugher – a horrible, heartless laugher, and Charles felt his insides go cold – and the Boy-Who-Lived felt something he rarely felt now days – fear.
"So?" Pretty much every Lightning screamed in frustration, some of them nearly pulling their hair off.
The Midnight part of the group had stayed silent for nearly five minutes, like as if preparing themselves for something really horrible, but then again – maybe it was.
Shade rolled his eyes, and talked loudly, gaining some glares from his team (mainly Light)
"Nightmare is blocked." he said, un-affected.
The Lightnings shared an irritated look. 'Nightmare is blocked' really didn´t tell them so much. It could mean many things – and none of them good.
"What Shade meant," Light said as she passed a hand through her grey hair. "Is that somehow, I don´t know exactly, Voldemort blocked all of Nightmare´s powers – well, all his elemental powers, anyway."
Wind gasped softly, and slid to the floor, until she was on a kneeling position.
"So that's why he is in a coma..." she whispered, but everyone heard her anyway.
"His body is so well adapted to the power, that when he can´t call them – or reach them and feel them – he just doesn´t answer. Its, it's like – "
"Losing a big part of himself." Frosty said, her usual dreamy look gone.
The room settled into an uncomfortable silence.
"Is there," said Rock. "Is there anything we can do to help?"
Every Lightning nodded, too shocked to talk, but Eagle shook her head.
"No, we can only wait."
"Let´s see what you think about all this when I am done with your brother, Potter!" Voldemort exclaimed before Pettigrew lifted the Dark lord´s wand.
"Obfirmo potentia" Pettigrew whispered – shockingly, without tremor in his voice – and Charles barely heard him, and forgot all about it when he saw Nightmare, collapsing to the ground, in obvious pain.
"W-what are y-you doing to h-him?" Charles exclaimed tearfully as Nightma- Harry´s yells cut into the night. "Stop it! Stop it!"
Charles was sure, that if having his arms and hands free, he would have been preventing the sickening voice from reaching his ears. He had never seen his twin so, vulnerable.
"STOP IT!" he screamed finally, and collapsed in his bounds.
Pettigrew looked at him.
"I´ll do what you want. Just, please, don´t hurt him." Charles whispered, his terrified eyes fixed on Harry.
Flame froze when she heard a groan. And then, she stood so fast, her chair fell to the floor with a loud crash.
"Night!" she exclaimed, excitedly. "Nightmare, are you awake?"
Nightmare groaned again, but nodded slightly.
"Can you open your eyes?" Flame asked, very hopeful at her boyfriend´s awakening.
She was answered by the sight of one pair of emerald orbs.
Coming soon:
"Something is wrong with me, can´t you see?"
"So, then, I announce myself as the new leader of the group known by the Midnights!" he said.
Something terrible settled on his head, and he knew immediately the reason it burned roughly into his heart. Pure pain – and betrayal.
"We will stay with you, Night," she said. "Powers or not. You are our friend. You united us."
They needed refuge, and where to stay, but the house of the ones who had always treated him best?