To my beautiful readers,
We are at Chapter 45! Guys! How cool is this? On top of that, I'm finally posting the chapter we've all been waiting for, and things are going to be dark for the next few chapters!
Thank you so much to those who reviewed, you guys cant imagine how happy you make me. I'm so sorry for the delay in updates, I have exams coming up, along with bad internet and a case of writer's block that isn't going away! Also, If you didnt know I'm from Australia and today it was revealed that majority of our population voted yes for gay marriage! Whoop! I'm a very proud Aussie tonight!
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"Life asked death,
'Why do people love me but hate you?'
Death responded,
'Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."
- Unknown
Mary squinted as the shining sun seeped through the curtains, blinding her as she slowly awakened. She snapped her eyes shut before slowly opening them whilst using her hand to shield the sun from her eyes. The blonde slowly turned to her side and snuggled herself closer to Remus whose chest was slowly rising and falling and lightly snoring. A smile graced her face as she traced patterned onto his scarred chest.
She bit her lip slightly as the pad of her thumb lightly touched a scar that lay fresh on his pale skin, its pink shininess gleaming underneath the rays of the sun, its jagged edges rubbing against her calloused skin. Her smile dropped as she traced the new one, she could point out every scar on his body, she could even say how old they each were, but seeing a fresh scar forming on his youthful skin made her heart sear with pain, anger sizzling through her veins and burning her as she thought of the eternal suffering Fenrir Greyback had inflicted on him. The thought that he had no control over the harm he inflicted on herself killed her, she could not remember the last time she had slept through a full moon.
He did not deserve to live through the pain he did, he didn't deserve to have his youthful body littered with scars that would never go away, he didn't deserve to go through a painful transformation which changed his entire body configuration, he didn't deserve to have his bones popped and rejoined and muscles stretched. He didn't deserve to be jobless when he had the second highest NEWT results in their year, he didn't deserve to be discriminated and ostracised against, he didn't deserve the suffering he went through. He deserved so much better and knowing it broke her heart. He was one of the most genuine, kind-hearted people in the world, yet he was the one that suffered.
She carefully turned her head to look at the time and let out an inaudible groan, she had an hour and a half to kill before she had training. A devious grin split over her face, Mary leant over and pressed soft kisses along the crevice of his chest, her grin widening as she got lower and lower, and his breathing hitched ever so slightly. She lifted her head as she dragged her hands up his thighs,
"Remus." She whispered, "Wake up."
She let out a soft laugh as she watched his nose crinkle ever so slightly and his hands move,
"Remus."
"Mmmm-Mary." Remus's eyes fluttered open as he yawned, "What do you-"
"I'm bored and have an hour and a half to kill." She whispered, straddling him and pressing a kiss to his pink raised a sleepy brow and rubbed his eyes, a goofy grin growing on his face,
"Oh yeh." He nodded, running his hand through her short, tangled locks, "I wonder what we should do?"
"Hmmm." She lightly squeezed his buttocks that were naked from the previous night's activities, "I can think of a few things."
He let out a laugh as she kissed a line down his navel, "It's a pity you didn't wake me up a different way this morning."
Mary raised a brow at him and smirked, lifting her head and looking up at him, "I like having consent."
He shook his head and pressed himself deeper into the mattress, his hands tangling themselves in her blonde locks and a hoarse laugh escaped him,
"Well, Thank you for not raping me, I really appreciate it."
"Oh, its no worries." She waved him off, "I don't mind."
She let out a squeal when she felt his leg hook over hers and flip her onto her back, he let out a laugh as she threw her head back and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Well, you can get ready in ten minutes so we have an hour and twenty minutes to ah… fornicate."
Mary let out a snort and dropped one of her arms to her mouth as she laughed, "Fornicate!" his cheeks flushed slightly, "Merlin Remus, it's 1979, not 1670!"
He leant down and pressed kisses along her slender neck, as he nuzzled into the junction between her collarbone and neck, "What would you rather call it then?" he whispered, sucking on her skin, she bit her lip and shakily exhaled as her nails dug into his shoulder blades,
"Stop teasing!" she huffed, shifting underneath him, "Just fuck me already!"
He let out a deep laugh and passionately kissed her, "Your wish is my command milady."
They were in their own world, separate from the hells that were being experienced on the outside of their precious bubble.
They would soon face it.
Dorcas let out a piercing scream as her body thrashed against the ropes her nearly naked body was bound with, red marks burning onto her skin from the thick ropes as she writhed with the pain of thousands of searing knifes all over her body.
She had been captured hours prior during her guard watch by a group of well-built death eaters, stripped to her underclothes, bound and tossed into the cold dungeons. She had sat there for an hour, stewing in her anger and humiliation, her screams, shouts and pleas for mercy echoing around the dark cell haunting her until she'd heard footsteps slowly slowly tapping on the floors, coming closer and closer, the soft sound of company teasing her senses. But it had been him, she should be wrapped up in Marlene's arms, but instead, she was screaming and crying at Lord Voldemort's feet.
"Please!" She shrieked, her skin scraping off by the heat of the rope as her skin rubbed against it. "Please! Stop!"
She felt cold hands grin her chin as the curse was lifted, her head being forced upright as his red eyes pierced her own dark brown eyes, She grit her teeth as she felt him attempt to penetrate her shields which were staying up due to sheer desperation.
"Stop!" she begged, scalding tears streaming down her reddening face, "Please!" she sobbed her entire body quaking, she just wanted all of it to end, she wished she had been more careful…she wanted to go home and be free of this never-ending pain.
"If you want it all to end, tell me who is apart of the order of the Phoenix." He hissed, his tongue slithering between his teeth, his cold hands stroking her tear stained face. "All you have to do is give me names and it will all stop, I'll send you home to your blood traitor girlfriend!" he spat in her face and slapped her, causing blood to trickle out of her mouth.
"Fuck you!" she spat back causing him to conjure up a whip and slash it across her face causing her to let out a shriek of pain, tears welled in her eyes at the impact and the area turned a hot red.
"Did you enjoy that?" he hissed, she let out a sob and dropped her head, causing him to whip her across her thighs, "Look at me when I speak to you filth!"
She let out a cry as he magically forced her head up, her eyes were bloodshot with tears and her throat hoarse from her screams.
"You must understand by now Miss Meadows." He stroked her chin with a gentleness that she knew within was a game, it was not possible a man this cruel could have a compassionate streak within him, but she couldn't help but lean into the comfortable sensation. "I do not tolerate disobedience. If you do not answer my questions…"
"I'm not telling you anything!" she shrieked, her voice cracking, a scream escaped her as she felt two slashes across her stomach. She let out a choked sob, wanting nothing more in that moment but to crawl up into a ball and wrap her arms around her self.
"Then this will continue." he dragged her long whip across her red skin, "We can go on for weeks, if not months. I can hold you here long after your friends and family stop looking for you." She shook her head in denial, they would never stop looking for her, Marlene would never give up hope of finding her, "And every day I will torture you in a different way." She felt bile rise up in her throat at the thought of what they'd to her, she'd heard the stories…
"Go for it." She whispered, with a bravery she did not know she had, her eyes meeting his red slits, "Do it."
He let out a snort, a sound she thought too human for him, "You have the idiocity of a Gryffindor." He shook his head, "Perhaps I'll let some of my men have their way with you and then I can rip off your limbs one by one, sending them home to your girlfriend, not allowing you the sweet mercy of death."
She wanted it all to end, she would never tell him, she would rather die. Dorcas wanted to tear her hair out and scream out for the world to hear. She wanted nothing more than for the peaceful arms of death to welcome her to the afterlife. She wasn't brave, she couldn't withstand torture for weeks, she couldn't do it.
Perhaps it was selfish of her, but she just wanted this pain to end, it was all too much.
But she couldn't allow for them to find out who was in the order, she would protect them with her dying breath, as she was sure they'd do for her.
She tightly gripped her arm in agony, trying not to irritate that broken bones and burnt skin. She did not know how many days it had been, after a few sessions the days and nights had merged into one and the endless darkness of her cell began to devour her being.
She wanted it to all be over, she did not have the strength to survive this, to be tortured by You know who himself and live to tell the tale.
She shifted slightly causing a hiss of pain to escape her swollen mouth, her leg trembled with the effort to move it as she scraped the blisters that were forming onto the cold concrete. Her previously unblemished skin permanently scarred by the horrors they had inflicted on her.
Outside of her dark cell, 3 days had passed. She had experienced various forms of torture over the period of her detainment, ripping off her nails, burning her, flagellation, putting her under the cruciatus curse, legillamency, waterboarding, breaking her bones; she had been forced to spend an entire two hours listening to what she believed to be the tortured screams of her friends and loved ones, yet despite it all, she had yet to break.
However, Dorcas Meadows was human, she had done everything in her power to fight the urge to just spill all she knew, she had fought as hard as she could, endured the worse she could… but she felt her strength wavering, after little sips of water and a piece of mouldy bread, she had no energy and her motivation was dwindling. Was it worth all this?
Her head snapped up and a whimper escaped her as she moved her dislocated shoulder as she heard loud footsteps making their way to her cell. No, she couldn't do it, she didn't want any more pain. When the door opened with a blaring squeak she squinted and curled into herself, trying to shield herself from the intruders despite the agony attacking her body.
"Grab her."
Just hearing his voice caused bile to rise up her throat, she wanted to scream and cry and tear his face open. She couldn't do it. She felt her body curve even deeper into a ball as she tried to hide away from the men. She let out a pained whimper as a strong pair of hands picked her up from her armpits and dragged her across the room and unceremoniously dropped her on all fours in front of you know who. Her knees ached with the bruises that littered her knees, her strength non-existent as she lay in a trembling heap.
He let out a sound of distaste before she heard him chant a long string of Latin words, confusion clouded her mind until she began to feel her skin tighten as blisters healed, the popping of bones connecting and joints rejoining. She let out a sound of relief as she took a proper breath, her lungs no longer constricted and her body pain-free.
"Get on your knees filth." He spat, she let out a choked shriek as she felt the whip slash her back, and she quickly raised herself onto her healed knees. Her swollen and blood-streaked face looking up at his waxy features, which were humanly inhuman. He refused to heal her face, wanting to see the pain and damage inflicted on her more striking features. Her once dark long locks were crudely sheered to cut out dried blood from her numerous beatings.
She spat out blood in the direction of his feet as he slapped her across the face, the force of it causing her to fall back on her knees.
"Stay on your kneessss." He hissed, a snakelike tone in his rich voice, he dipped his hand in his cloak and pulled out a scalpel, twirling it in his gloved hands, making a show of examining it. "It has been three days."
Dorcas raised a brow as well as she could with her swollen features, her mouth dropping slightly. It had felt like so much longer…
"And despite all my men have put you through, you still have not told us anything." Her lips dared to quirk up with pride, "I confess myself disappointed."
He gently placed the scalpel back into his jacket, and before she could blink his wand was in his hands.
"Crucio!" She fell forward and let out a high pitched scream and thousands of burning knifes stabbed her repeatedly. After what seemed like forever he dropped the curse causing her to drop her head onto the cold concrete in relief.
Dorcas let out a groan of displeasure as she was pulled up and chained to the roof, the tips of her toes tantalisingly close to touching the ground. Her arms aching in agony from the strain placed on them.
"It seems that no matter how much blood you lose, no matter how much of your skin is burnt and how many bones are broken, you are not breaking." He clutched her chin, the dragonhide gloves roughness scraping over her scarred chin. She had no choice but to stare into his venomous red eyes as he held her chin in place.
Dorcas groaned, muffling a much louder scream that was threatening to escape her as the intrusion began. Unlike previous times, he did not carefully sort through her memories. It was as if a large weight was being forced onto her head, the pressure building and building as memories flashed through her mind.
She tried to set her mind straight, to think of the Quidditch pitch and all the memories revolving around it. But all that came from the thought was all her friends, the opposite of what she wanted.
She wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
He would never find out.
After several moments she felt him leave her mind, she felt as though it had been ripped to shreds, her brain was pounding under the pressure she had felt. The pain was unbearable. She shook with the pain of the unknown.
She no longer knew what he knew.
Of what he had found out or who was in the Order.
Her drooping eyes snapped open when she felt a wand pressed against her temple. Panic enveloped her at the sensation and her stomach dropped. Her heart slowly as the agony searing her veins slowly dissipated as trepidation engulfed her.
Her chocolate eyes filled with hysteria flew up to catch his red, and she felt cold dread run down her spine causing the hairs on her arms to go static, as she looked into his icy eyes. There was no remorse.
She wasn't even allowed to comprehend what was going on, she wasn't even given the dignity of last words or last thoughts, she didn't get to think of Marlene or the order.
And with a flash of electric green light, her agony suddenly stopped.
Sirius ran his hands through his hair in a very James like fashion as he let out a sigh and gazed around the room, frustration etched onto his features, he couldn't believe that after so much joy just a week ago, they were once again seated around the dratted wooden table with morose expressions on their faces. His heart felt heavy as he watched Marlene take another swing of the nearly empty bottle of odgens, her eyes bloodshot.
"Its only been three days." Mary whispered, her skin pasty under the dim lighting, "She could still be out there."
"That's beside the point, imagine what sort of shit they could've done to her!" Benjy hissed, "She's a pretty girl-"
"Shut up Benjy!" Marlene snapped, her eyes alight with anger, "Nobody wants to hear the dragon dung that comes out of your mouth!"
"That's rich coming from you Little miss pureblood!"
"Enough!" Remus snapped at the pair, "You are bickering like eight-year-olds!"
The pair looked down, cheeks flushing. Elizabeth shook her head and blinked her tears away,
"None of this is helping anyone, let alone Dorcas." Her voice cracked slightly on Dorcas's name, "We have to think of the best possible outcomes, not the worst ones."
"What best possible outcome?" Marlene snorted, "Either she's going to die, become mentally scarred from whatever the fuck they inflict on her, or scarred for life. She is going to become completely changed!"
"Are you that selfish that that's the only thing you're worried about?" Benjy rolled his eyes causing Marlene to slam the bottle of odgens on the table in frustration, her pale cheeks flushing red,
"How DARE you say that!" Her blue eye gleaming with sorrow, her face contorted with pain, "WHAT THE HELL SORT OF PERSON THINKS ABOUT THAT?"
Benjy snorted and rolled his eyes, leaning against the table with equal vengeance,
"You're thinking of how she is going to change over Dorcas coming back!" he shook his head, "DO YOU EVEN CARE FOR HER!"
"OF COURSE I CARE FOR HER!" she shrieked, pulling at her tangled locks, "I CARE ABOUT HOW SHE IS GOING TO CHANGE BECAUSE I LOVE HER FOR FUCKS SUCK!"
The group were speechless as they saw a tear slide down the pale cheek of Marlene Mckinnon, and the realisation that to her, their relationship wasn't a game, she truly cared for Dorcas.
"I WOULD RATHER SHE DIE THEN WATCH HER SUFFER FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE!" She shook her head in disgust, "How many of you can say the same about the ones you love huh?"
Marlene took another swing of Odgens, wincing as the liquid scalded her throat, she used the glass bottle to gesture towards Benjy,
"Before you call me selfish shitface, go look in the mirror!"
He sucked in a breath, his face flushed crimson,
"Piss off you bitch!"
Sirius stood up, arms perched onto the table and muscles flexed,
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!"
Everyone turned towards Sirius at his exclamation, "Just shut up!" he shook his head in annoyance, disbelieving of their immaturity.
"I can't believe I'm sitting here listening to this bullshit whilst other members are out scouring areas to find D."
Elizabeth had long ago blocked out the surrounding conversation, the whole thing was stupid, arguing over who cared for Dorcas more or what the possible outcomes could be. Maybe it was her pessimism talking, but she did not think Dorcas would come out of this ordeal alive, and if she did, she wouldn't be sane. No known order member that had been captured had returned home, why would Dorcas be any different?
She squinted, as her blue eyes were caught by the blaring sun, from afar she saw a dark speck coming closer and closer. She raised an eyebrow, who was sending an owl to order headquarters, who was stupid enough to risk their location. She stood up and opened the window to let the eagle owl in, she had never seen this sort of owl before.
She turned to the group who had gone silent as they watched the proceedings,
"Is it any of yours?"
She was met by simultaneous negative responses.
"Is it addressed to anyone?" Mary asked, looking over from the cup of coffee she was making, Elizabeth undid the box that was attached to the owl and let the owl go, if it was important it was quicker to respond with patronus.
She turned it over, only to see an aristocratic font printed on it, 'Members of the order of the Phoenix…' It was too neat, her palms began to clam up as she began to consider who the parcel was from. Her concern stemmed from the fact the writing was eerily similar to Sirius's writing, which no matter how hard he tried, stayed cursive and formal.
She placed the box on the table and moved things away from it, and started casting as many charms as she could on it.
"Liz what-" Mary asked her, Elizabeth looked up at her and bit her lip.
"The writing is definitely high-class pureblood." Benjy snorted at her answer,
"How can you tell someone is pureblood from their writing?"
She rolled her eyes, "That's why I said high-class pureblood, it reminds me of Sirius's handwriting."
Sirius's head snapped up, and he levitated the box towards him, examining the handwriting and nodded.
"She's right."
For a moment the group sat in silence, contemplating their next move, nobody wanting to be the first to suggest what to do.
"Whose opening it?" Marlene asked, her eyes alight with hope, perhaps there was a location or some indicator of Dorcas's state.
Remus looked up, "Nobody, we wait for Moody or Dumbledore to come before we do so."
Marlene shook her head In disbelief, her eyebrows raising and cheeks flushing.
"No way!" she spat, "We are not waiting to find out what's in there, Sirius open it!"
Sirius clenched his jaw, torn between two of his closest friends, he turned to Liz who was biting her lip.
"Lizzie-"
"Open it, Sirius." Remus let out a groan and slid down into his chair, causing Mary to stifle a laugh at his misfortune.
Sirius took a deep breath and used a pocket knife to tear into the box, the rest of the room's occupants had their wands pointed at the box. He took a deep breath as he lifted the lid, only to see a nose perched upon coloured wrap.
"We are picking you all off, one by one." He muttered under his breath and furrowed his brow, "What in Merlin's name is that mean to-oh."
A wave of revulsion crashed over him as his gaze flickered down, Elizabeth who had been standing over his shoulder swallowed thickly and took a shaky breath, placing her hand on his shoulder. Sirius, slowly lowered his shaky hand into the box, Elizabeth casting a protective charm so none of his DNA would transfer. His face went pale, he felt as though he could vomit.
Sirius pulled a smaller box out of the box with had been expanded and a vial. Bile threatened to expel from him as the vial full of dark Scarlett blood caught his eyes, staining the tops of the glass vial. He didn't want to know what was in the box, his heart was beating erratically and all sound had turned into a high pitched ping.
From his side he heard a wail from Marlene causing him to look up, tears were quickly welling in her big blue eyes, her teeth digging into her lip and nails cutting her palms.
"I-I don't think we should," Mary whispered from the other side,
Marlene shook her head frantically, "No I-I-I need to k-now." She forced out, Sirius felt his heart go out to her. He squashed down his disgust, attempting to rid himself of emotions, however knowing that whatever was in the box would cause them all pain made him want to throw the box out and somehow track the owl. They had been so stupid, they should've placed a spell on it!
As he lifted the lid an overwhelming smell of blood overwhelmed his senses and his heart sunk in knowing that this could confirm the death of Dorcas Meadows. His hands trembled rapidly as he lifted the lid until it was fully uncovered, the contents fully exposed.
Marlene let out a loud wail and threw the bottle of odgens against the wall, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces along the floor, as the entire group had to swallow their bile.
Sirius who was in shock couldn't do much except stare at the contents, all emotion wiped from his face.
Remus took a shuddering breath, not wanting to be faced with the sight of the box he levitated the lid to cover the contents, unable to face it.
Within the box was the heart of Dorcas Meadows, ripped from her body…
The group sat in a morose silence, only interrupted by a sniffle or cry, all horrified by the sight that would forever stain their dreams. The thought that such a lively person, so in love with life, so optimistic and kind, was taken from their cruel world so young.
Marlene summoned another bottle of Odgens, uncaring for the tears that were falling down her face, or the sobs that wracked her body, or the mascara that stained her cheeks. She couldn't believe that she was gone, that Dorcas was taken from her. She was going to come home, and they were going to sit at home and eat pizza from a Muggle shop, they were going to go to the cinema like they planned on Friday. She couldn't- she would've known the moment she died.
It couldn't be her, Dorcas couldn't be gone- she couldn't be… even the thought, she couldn't even comprehend the thought. It was a trick, they just wanted them to think she was dead, She opened her dry mouth to speak when a pop of apparition echoed down the hall.
They all jumped up, alert as ever, wands in hand.
Sirius's heart leap into his throat, the last thing they needed today was for Headquarters location to have been found.
The group looked at each other, wands raised towards the door.
"Stupefy!" The group yelled as a couple walked through the door quickly deflected the curses.
The tall man with messy hair looked up, "What the hell Prongs!"
"What do you solemnly swear to do?" He hissed, his insides turning to mush, it was all too much in one day.
"I solemnly swear that I am upto no good."
He then turned to Lily, "What was Liz's nickname for you in first year?"
Lily let out a snort and her freckled cheeks flushed, "Christmas tree."
The group let out a sigh of relief, thank Merlin. Dorcas may not have spilt anything important. Sirius didn't even bother embracing the pair, he slumped into the chair next to a stunned Marlene who was simply staring at the plain yellow wall.
James, noticing their expressions raised an eyebrow, "Who died?"
Lily nudged him on the side, seeing everyone's crestfallen expressions.
"What the hell happened?"
They sat down for the next two hours, crying silently and filling James and Lily on the previous week's events.
Members of the Order of the Phoenix apparated into the middle of the chaotic street wrought with a battle in Soho. Dodging spells and stunning any death eaters than came their way.
"Damn it they didn't say it was this big of an attack!" Elizabeth yelled, Sirius turned to her and snorted, rolling his eyes,
"They're all dangerous Lizzie dear, you know that!" He shrugged and silently stunned a death eater whose back was turned to them, "But hey Danger is my middle name!"
Elizabeth let out a huff of laughter, "Stupefy! Actually, it's Orion."
"Incarcerous! Lizzie dear, sign me up anyway!"
She snorted before her eyes widened, "Duck! Stupefy! Did Lily and James get called in?"
Sirius jumped up and grabbed her hand, dragging her into an alleyway, his wand in his hand. "Yeah, they're portkeying in, unless they also put up, wards for-"
"I know." She whispered and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
In another alleyway, just meters away another couple exited an alleyway, wands drawn.
"Maybe we should've had a two week- Stupefy!- honeymoon James!"
James snorted, "Anteoculatia!" he laughed as the death eater sprouted antlers on his head, "Incarcerous!"
"This just tops today off!- Glacius!- Today there's rock bottom, six feet under then us."
"Lily-flower, I love your optimism! Stupefy!" He laughed and began to run up the street, ploughing through the motionless bodies on the ground.
"Do you know where-Remus, Mary!" Lily shouted over the sounds of spells being cast, the couple turned towards them, smiles gracing their faces
"Hey have you guys s-Stupefy!" Mary cast, causing a man who was approaching James and Lily from behind to collapse. "Thank me later! Stupefy!"
Chaos ensued as screams of terror began to echo around the wide street, and the couples had become split.
Mary turned, trying to find Remus, her short blonde locks whipping her in the face, sweat glistened on her forehead as she ran under the baking sun, the acrid smell of blood invaded her nostrils, barely cold corpses of innocent muggles lay littered on the eyes widened as she saw that she was alone in the middle of the street, bodies laying all around her and a group of four tall, bulky death eaters heading her way. She gripped her wand and fired off as many spells as she could, tripping them, burning them, freezing them…but they deflected everything.
She began to stumble backwards, attempting to evade the burly men, her stomach beginning to churn and her wand was slipping out of her hand from the clamminess of her palm. Fear blossomed within her, her heart began to beat erratically in her chest and blood was pumping through her veins, she could hear it pounding in her ear.
"REMUS!" She screamed, the sour tearing from her throat as the men came closer to her, she was sprinting through the crowds of people assembled, but unknowingly towards the empty parts of the streets. She had always thought her speed and fitness gave her an advantage over anyone who wished her harm, but as she ran through the streets, ducking behind rubbish cans. She let out a cry of anguish as her wand flew out of her hand, horror overwhelming her at the realisation she was wandless.
She let out a deep breath, even if she was out of the apparition wards she didn't have a wand to do so, her portkey had fallen off her. If she made it out of this Madeye was going to kill her.
She let out a cry as a barrage of spells rushed past her, her blue eyes wide with fear, bile rising up her throat. She couldn't look back, she couldn't get distracted, she had to run as far as she could, she had to evade them, they couldn't catch her.
She wouldn't die like this.
Her lungs were screaming for mercy as she exerted her body beyond its limits, her head spinning and muscles twitching. But she couldn't stop now, she couldn't let them get her.
"MARY!" She sped up as she heard Remus'svoice up ahead, looking up relief flooded her as she saw him at the end of the fork in the road, she was safe, she was safe, Remus was here. "MARY RUN!"
And then she felt large arms encircle her waist and a pull on her navel, her beloved screaming her name as she disappeared, a scream tearing itself from her throat.
Back on the street, Remus Lupin crumbled to the ground, feeling as though he'd been stabbed. The hope and love in her face when she heard him, how she sped up so she could be in his arms, the way she jumped out of the way of the spells he was sending towards the burly death eaters chasing her, despite the fatigue that had been embracing her. They had taken her from him, they had snatched her. Thoughts of Dorcas Meadows flooded his mind as a painful wail escaped him, a rock next to him flying into a wall, Who knew what they would do to Mary. The pain in his heart increased tenfold and all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and kiss her.
But instead of being with the woman he loved most, he was the only person around, kilometres away from the battle site, lost in an abyss of his grief and anger.
Mary Macdonald was gone.
Oooft! Did any of you guess it? Next chapter is a veryyyyy interesting one! I'll try not to keep you guys waiting long hehe! Down below is a sneak peek of next chapter!
She let out a shuddering breath of joy as the door creaked open, she was going to escape
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