NCT Dream - The Wizarding Worlds Differences

Chapter 11. Bad escape

After Renjun fell asleep the others continued with their plan-making. All the time while Renjun was being molested they came up with a plan. It wasn't that hard to get out considering that they had wands, as no one actually knew half of them were there.

The plan was somewhat good but there was one problem. They get out of the mansion but what then? Renjun is passed out and two of them are wounded and are unable to apparate. What were they supposed to do? They can't stay, someone else might get hurt then and the ones that aren't found yet might be noticed. It would be risky as well to get out of the mansion and just headlessly wander into the woods. They were in a bad situation and were scared to do almost anything, fearing what could happen when they did.

Sicheng sat on the cold beton floor looking at his little brother. He was shattered that he couldn't do anything to help, what kind of brother was he if he only sat there watching his younger brother cry himself to unknowingness. Sicheng was relieved though, that Renjun wasn't awake now. The younger would be broken and it hurts him less to be passed out than to be awake remembering the assault. Shivers crept down the crown prince's spine when he thought about what happened and he wasn't even the victim. He thought back to the moment when they all heard Renjun's howl and clenched his fists, that fucking bastard was going to get it when they get out of here.

Jeno looked up from burying his face in Renjun mop of hair and accidentally made eye contact with Jaemin. They held eye contact for a while and Jeno could feel a warm feeling spread through his body despite the situation they were in. He was grateful to Jaemin for making him feel that and sent him a small smile. The smile wasn't his usual smile and it definitely wasn't that warm. How could it? They were locked in the basement of Mr. Na's basement and Renjun just got heavily assaulted, Jaemin got abused by his father and Jeno himself had recently lost a piece of his thigh. (It was going to grow back as soon as he got the right potion for it.)

Jaemin slightly smiled back and took a hold of Jeno's hand. He intertwined their fingers and tightened his hold for a second as to show that everything was going to be okay. It was a miracle how he still could have his hope up after what his father did to him.

A while had gone by and the group started to stand up one after one, soon the only ones left on the floor were the group of three still in a tight embrace. Mark walked towards them and helped Jaemin stand before Donghyuck came and put a hand around the silver haired's waist. Mark then turned to Jeno and Renjun and carefully bent down to pick Renjun up. He slipped his hand under Renjun's knees and behind his upper back and lifted him into his embrace. Jisung then helped Jeno stand and keep upright.

"Let's go."

The silence was broken by Chenle who already stood by the door, wand in hand. The others made their way to the door and the plan began.

"Alohomora."

The corridor was empty, not a guard in sight. They were probably slacking off as they thought the room only had a scarred prince, a wounded boy and a wandless hair of the crown. The group made their way through the corridor as silently and fast as possible with Mark carrying extra weight and Jeno missing a piece of his leg.

The group got out of the basement and to the outside of the woods pretty fast. No one had noticed them yet and they were still safe, though not for long. Mark carefully lowered Renjun's limp body onto the grass and spoke up.

"Can we take a pause for a few minutes. It's hard to carry someone and Jeno needs to be careful with his leg."

Everyone else only nodded at his statement and sat themselves down into the grass.

Chenle sat down beside Jisung and Jeno and stared out into the nothingness. A weird feeling washed over him and he felt a strange peace. It was almost as if he was floating and he continued zoning out. He had been so tense for the past hours and now that he sat on the slightly damp grass his muscles finally relaxed a bit. He didn't mind his pants getting wet by the grass and the cool wind blowing hair into his eyes didn't disturb him in the slightest. He was only happy that they weren't in that basement anymore. Even if they weren't there for that long so many bad things had time to happen and he would never want to be back there.