Coughing, he woke up to ash and dust all the same. Another cough and it swirled around him, tumbling off the fabric of his dark cloak and from the blonde locks of his hair. The remains of smoky ash from the fire was painting the side of his pale face that was cuts on random spaces from when the glass exploded. Grey and crimson was what tainted his hand as he tried to wipe it off. One more cough—one desperate, almost wheeze–and Draco Malfoy was shakily attempting to lift himself up to his bruises elbows. Silver eyes flickered around but it was all a blur.

The world was a blur.              He didn’t even know what he was fighting for anymore.
                                                                              ..what he believed in.

  Heavy breaths only made his ribs hurt even more as dry coughs continued out of him from the ruins he laid in with a broken posture and his lungs were filled with the product of the fire.        The fire. 

                                           Blinking his eyes once, he saw a deep red then a flash. His ears rang endlessly and it wasn’t because they popped—it was because it was the last sound his friend made.No! Not friend. T r a i t o r. ’Who cares what you think? I don’t take orders from you any more. Uou an’ your dad are finished.“ —damn him! DAMN HIM TO THOSE FLAMES!The git…the damn git had made his own death! He brought this to himself–!  

                             Looking around wildly, stiff muscles were forming like a machine. He saw Goyle sitting there…breathing…barely. The prat seemed to not have the energy to get up and the entire being of Draco wanted to storm over there, bring back his leg, and give him a good kick to the face till blood prayed from him and spluttered to half-consciousness. A wave of betrayal tattooed itself on the blond’s heart….years of having Thing One and Thing Two, only for them to mock him once the tables were turned. They both should have died in the fire!      

 [Or maybe it was him who should have.]

                                War. War was going on around him. He couldn’t have time to ponder what should or what shouldn’t have happened. He needed to act and act fast. One look out a broken window that littered fragments of glass showed the sky being as deadly red as the blood being spilled on enemies and comrades alone—-if…he had any comrades. Oh hell, he had failed again….Where was his wand? WHERE WAS HIS WAND?! 

A curse came flying past his head and with a >>CRACK<< it bursted the pillar beside him, noted with wide silver eyes as his cloudy vision was clearing up.

”—fuck.“ he breathed before he began to race off. He wanted to go in one direction, to try and find a Deatheater that would recognize him as the Malfoy heir—maybe spare him. Maybe. But no….no…bad idea. The multiple colour lights blinded him and even if he had a wand, it didn’t look like a great idea.

Then, suddenly…he heard a rumble around the corner. Beneath his retreating feet to find somewhere away from it all, it grew. Candlers began to rattle and there was an inhuman scream as cracks started appear in the floors and stone walls alike. Dark Magic was being played with….and it was going out of control every chance it got. How soon would it finally end him? He didn’t even bother with Goyle—right now there was a war
                               and he needed to  s u r v i v e.


[ In all reality-she doesn’t know what to say. Or do. She’s never been faced with something like this before, something that leaves her utterly speechless ]

“Remus I-…” her words linger a moment to long. Delicate pink lips close together, thought taking on the transformers face.

                    “I don’t know what to say” she confesses, breath short, her eyes darting to the four lines scars that served as immenent reminders of what he was.

[He shook his head, looking dejected but otherwise calm. 

   Inside, he felt devastated.]

“Don’t.” He said quietly, seeming particularly interested in the ground at his feet. “don’t try and give me a reason. I know why. You don’t have to say it. Just– Please.”

[He was positively sure that if he heard it out loud, his heart would break.]

Stinking nightshade is frequently used in wakefulness potions, due to its stimulating effects. However, standard precautions should be followed, as the plant can cause fever and hallucinations when used in excess. It often grows in sandy or chalky ground, and…

Wakefulness potions, Theo thought, stifling a yawn. That’s what I could use. She glanced at her watch, and—9:15? Bloody hell!

Detention was not on her to-do list. She shoved her books into her bag and began to creep along through the stacks. Peering around the shelf closest to the door, she saw that Madame Pince’s back was turned, and made a dash for the hallway, where she broke into a run.

Hopefully she could make it to the dungeons without being noticed.

An English Werewolf at Grimmauld Place || Tonks&Remus

Remus was a nice man.

Gentle, forgiving, loving - selfless. He tended to prioritise other people’s needs above his own, and because of that sometimes he could be seen as a push over, but, he wasn’t. He actually held an extraordinary brave streak, which must have been why the sorting hat placed him into Gryffindor during his first year at Hogwarts. A school which he hadn’t been sure he was even going to go to, until Albus Dumbledore showed up unexpectedly at his doorstep on his eleventh birthday, convincing his parents that he should be allowed to attend school, despite his…“problem." 

Which was, consequently, the year the Whomping Willow had been placed over the shortcut to the Shrieking Shack, preventing people from a) sneaking in during the full moon and getting hurt and b), finding out what Remus really was. If people found out what he was, he was sure his school days wouldn’t have gone by so smoothly. Apart from the Marauders, who were excellent best friends and had loved him despite what he was. 

Returning to Hogwarts had been a good feeling too, until everything with Sirius had started, but, in a way he was grateful, because at least now he had his best mate back, and knew the truth about what had really happened to Lily and James. Although, unfortunately his furry little secret had been discovered and spread around school by Snape. So, he couldn’t work there, since he was sure the parents of the students would have an uproar, which had forced him to resign early. Figures. First proper job in a while and he’d lost it. 

All this had brought him to where he was now - Grimmauld Place, the go-to sanctuary for witches and wizards who were down on their luck. He’d been here maybe an hour, setting his stuff inside his room, before he went down for dinner, and to meet whoever was also staying here. Sirius was there, of course, riding out his wanted-status.

Lupin stepped into the room, which seemed to be quite full of people making conversation with each-other, glancing around to see who was there. He spotted Sirius and escaped over to the corner with him to say hello, then headed over to where the kettle and tea pot was. He made himself a cup of tea and stood with his back against the counter one hand holding the cup in his other. He was quite content to just observe for now, settling into his environment.

He was rather shy, really.