crashing down // Fred Weasley

what are we living for

The screams and echos of the girls broken soul filled the bunker. The slight grunts of pain from the wolf attached to its chain soared around the awkward air as the tallest wolf watched, as if it was distraught by the scene. The small black dog cowered in the corner at the sight of his pack members in agony, a slight snarl as he caught sight of the male smirking.

The moon had peaked through the small crack on the blurred window and the four animals howled lowly.

They didn't like the new one as much, it always seemed to be the little black dog breaking up the quarrels and the fights. They had only been accompanied by him once before, but he didn't fit their rules, or expectations for that matter.

The female wasn't even ready for it when it hit her. The sharp claws digging into her side, streaking down her small body, blood pouring everywhere. The snap of jaws and whimper of pain was the last sound she heard before the darkness took over.

***

"Soph," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Sophie, soph wake up." It said again.

The girl groaned and turned over limp like, she felt a warm substance roll down her side as she moved. A large tattered cover was thrown over her.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, just a throbbing pain in her lower torso. She squinted her eyes shut and took a deep breath.

"Don't try to talk," Sirius had appeared in her line of view. A blurred figure stood in front og the sharp, bright light above. "Remus is up stairs, he's talking to Molly."

Molly? Sophie tthought, Molly, the Weasleys, they were supposed to be with their aunt, what was she doing here. She wanted nothing more then to speak her thoughts but each time she opened her mouth no sound followed.

"Don't try talking," he said as he bent down. "You passed out straight after it happened, Remus couldn't find what had happened to you, where, how to fix it. That's why Molly's here."

He wrapped his arms around the girl and picked her up slowly, trying to ignore the small winces she sounded. The pain she was going through, the scene of what had happened, replaying in his mind. He opened the bunker door and shivered slightly as the January breeze hit the both of them, he shifted her slightly making them both more comfotable and walked over to the small cottage twenty feet away.

Voices fluttered in and out of her ear as they entered their home, non of which she could pick up significantly, due to the buzzing in her ear. She felt herself being lay onto a sof surface, the counter maybe, no the couch. Cold hands wrapped around hers, a sweet voice flowwing through the room.

"Sophie, Sophie sweetheart it's me, Molly," the voice said a few times. "I need you to try and speak for me okay?"

She nodded, her view coming out a little more clear.

"What's you full name?"

"Sophie. Sophie Lily," she paused. Hesitated a while, she dug her thoughts, deeper and deeper and deeper, it was right there. On the tip of her tongue, say it, say it. "Sophie Lily, Potter."

Molly sighed, Remus held his hand over his mouth and Sirius was staring at the window contently. "Very good. Your brother?"

"Harry," she almost laughed. Her brother, he was the only thing keeping her going, of course she couldn't forget him. She was doing all of this for him, to help him, to see him again. "Harry James Potter, the chosen one."

She winced.

"Right right yes." Molly was saying almost in a rush. "Okay we need to sort this, Remus get me any antibacterial ointment you have, Sirius get me a warm, damp cloth."