We Were Bound | james potter

t w e n t y t w o

chapter 22

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beat that, sirius
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The door slammed open, Remus, James, and Sirius standing outside the room panting, worried looks etched on all of their faces.

They had been all hanging out in James' room across the hall, acting like idiots, when they heard her.

She was screaming, and they wasted no time hopping from their lazy spots on the round to rush to her room. Remus was confused because she wasn't in any pain, so what was wrong?

They had opened the door, she was thrashing around in her bed, a trail of her makeup was running down her face. She was asleep, a night terror.

Remus was the first to rush to her, having dealt with her nightmares a few times as children. He'd learned that all he could do was hold her until she woke up, nothing could wake her up during her night terrors.

Sirius sat tentatively at the end of her bed, his face pale with worry. James came to stand next to her bed, he felt as if he was going to explode from the way his stomach was twisting so bad. Again, she was in pain, and all he could do was sit and watch.

He grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers, and to all of their surprise she bolted up with wide eyes.

Remus snapped his head to look at James bewildered. She never wakes up from her night terrors.

There was a moment of silence before both Remus and Faeryn hissed in pain. Another thing Remus noticed about her night terrors was that she would get a horrible headache after. But that wasn't the only thing that was hurting, no. No, where Faeryn and James' hands were intertwined there was a bursting heat building up from it, going straight to Faeryn's chest and pulling at the bond.

Remus reached to where their hands were together and ripped them apart, "Why the hell does that keep happening?" he asked through clenched teeth at the pain boiling behind his eyelids.

Faeryn was staring wide-eyed at her hand, tears falling silently down her face. "I don't know. I didn't know you could feel it too," she whispered.

"Yes, I can feel it too. It's breaking, it's like it's fucking running away," he said hushed.

Sirius and James were listening confused, James was staring at his hand. His fingers were twitching slightly, his mouth was parted and his eyes were wide. What the hell was that? He had felt a jolt of warm energy run through his whole hand all the way down to the bottom of his spine, and then Remus disconnected their hands.

"I don't know what it means," she whispered dazed, she was still stuck going over her nightmare.

"How come it fucking burned when he touched you—?"

"I told you I don't know" she croaked out.

"I'm just asking what it is about him that makes the bond break!" he whispered.

"I don't know, Rem. I'm not really worried about that right now!" she whispered back.

"Well, then what are you worried about—?!"

"It was dad!" she snapped. The room fell silent.

"...What was dad?" he whispered.

"The fucking dream! It was dad again!" she yelled, tears still falling down her face.

Remus swallowed deeply, "Dad doing what...?" he asked tentatively.

She glanced at James, "You fucking know what. When he crucio'd me like the loving father he was." She threw the covers off of her and barreled out of the room.