Fighting the Darkness Bestowed Upon Us

The Struggle of a Forbbiden Love

Blaise left for the meeting some time during the night. He was nervous. He never knew what would happen. He sighed as he used floo to travel. Blaise wasn't sure how much time had passed. When he finally got back home he was exhausted. Every part of his body hurt. He was crucioed not once. Not twice but a total of four times. Why? Because Blaise was protecting Alex of course. He coughed, his lungs felt weak from the screaming. His head pounded. He looked around the living room. Glad Alex wasn't around.

Goyle a friend of Blaise appeared a moment later. He was at the meeting. He was witness to it all and told to see Blaise home and care for him. He wrapped an around his waist and one of Blaise's arms around his neck. "Let's get you to bed." He said. Blaise shook his head. "I-I can...alone." He tried to pushed Goyle away but couldn't. He was moments from passing out, he tried to walk only to trip and fall. He caught himself in time. He stayed on the ground. His vision swimming. Goyle looked at the stairs. He knew Blaise was hiding Alex. He just didn't know where or why. He shook his head and walked over to his friend. "Come on Blaise we have to get you to your room. Come on."

Blaise shook his head. "Leave." He whispered. He didn't want Goyle. Here. He didn't want him to take Alex to Voldemort. He didn't care if he pushed himself and got more hurt he couldn't let Goyle take Alex. "Get out!" He voice cracked and he winced. Everything just hurt. But why was he protecting Alex? Why did he care?

Alex's head snapped up when he heard the voices coming from downstairs. He cursed himself in his head again- leaving the mess alone on the floor with the closet door open. Swearing to himself that he could hear not one but two voices he figured that he was in even more trouble than he thought. The next thing he heard was Blaise yelling 'get out' to another person. Peering around the corner after making it downstairs he saw Blaise with another male figure. He looked very unwell, which began to concern Alex even more. "I- sir, what's going on?" He asked, feeling very confused as he walked closer to them.

Blaise looked up when he saw Alex and looked away. He shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He tried to sit up but struggled. Goyle looked at Alex and circled him. He then hummed. "Blaise didn't tell you? You where supposed to go with him tonight. To see what a real meeting was like. I'm surprised." He then shook his head. "Well not really. I mean Blaise protecting people isn't new. Just thought after last time he wouldn't temp Voldemort. God Blaise your so stupid sometimes. Don't worry I'm not dragging his butt to Voldemort." He walked over to his friend. "I wouldn't lose our friendship. I'll say I didn't see him." He tried to help Blaise up only for the other to keep pushing him away. "I keep telling you I'm fine." He stood but swayed a bit. Goyle caught him as he started to fall. "My ass your fine. You got Crucioed three times. Your far from fine. You need to go to St. Mungo's"

Blaise shook his head. "I'm not going to the damn hospital." He coughed. It hurt to speak. His vision kept swimming in and out of focus.

"Protecting me? W-why would you protect me or not make me go with you? I-it could have prevented all of this sir-" 'Am I not supposed to be here? Why did he feel so badly to give me coins earlier?' He thought to himself. Alex sighed rubbing the back of his neck. Blaise was definitely not well- 'the lord must have been furious he didn't get to meet me' he thought. "H-How can I help?" He asked, trying to snap out of his thoughts.

Goyle looked at Alex. "Get a Cold cloth and some water. Not to cold and not to hot for the water. His throat probably burns. I'm going to try and get him up to his bed. I'll be staying here for a bit." He wrapped his arm around Blaise again. He soon took him from the room. Blaise too exhausted and on the verge of passing out couldn't fight him off anymore. He took him upstairs and set him down on the bed. He then sat on the edge. "You got to stop this Blaise. I really thought last time you learned your lesson. Your lucky I was there, your lucky I talked his ass out of killing you this time again!"